Yinreng pulled a round stool and sat down beside him, watching Kangxi finish a small plate of milk cake. During this time, the princes and grandchildren who lived nearby had arrived at Changchun Garden one after another, but they all waited outside in an obedient manner, and no one dared to make loud noises.

Although Kangxi's appetite was much better than before, he was still too weak to move.

He reached out and wanted to touch the ingot.

Seeing this, Yuanbao took two steps forward, allowing Kangxi to hold his arm smoothly.

Kangxi raised the corner of his mouth.

"This child really looks like you..."

Yinreng kept staring at Kangxi, listening to what he said, but his eyes seemed to be looking at another person through the ingot.

He suddenly understood.

With a sigh, Yinreng responded,

"Yuanbao is my blood, so naturally he looks like me."

Kangxi's gaze turned around and fell on Yinreng.

"You have achieved a perfect life in this life."

Is it considered perfect?

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Yinreng's lips. If it weren't for his suppression and suspicion, his path would not have been so difficult.

Although the result seemed to be satisfactory, only Yinreng himself knew the hardships and sufferings of those decades.

"I'll go call Lao Wu and the others in..."

Yinreng stopped thinking and didn't want to show any hatred at this moment, so he stood up and walked out.

The eldest, fourth and thirteenth brothers are still on the way. It seems that Kangxi will not be able to wait for the day when they return.

He had just taken two steps when he heard Kangxi calling him,

"Baocheng..."

Yinreng paused.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Yuanbao saw strong expectations on Mafa's face, but when he turned around to look at his father, he found that he still had his back to Mafa and had no intention of looking back.

After a long time, Yinreng sighed.

"...Please save some energy and spend more time with your children and grandchildren!"

After saying that, he strode outwards. The hope on Kangxi's face was instantly dashed, and his eyes were filled with disappointment and confusion.

Yinreng knew what Kangxi wanted to hear him say, which was just two words: "forgiveness".

But he did not want to forgive Kangxi on behalf of himself who died in despair in his previous life, nor did he want to forgive Kangxi for himself who had avoided Kangxi everywhere in this life but was still used as a shield by Kangxi.

He can still stand here and accompany Kangxi on his last journey, just to think of the two stolen lives and to make himself feel at peace.

As for forgiveness?

It would be a luxury for them to talk about forgiveness.

Apart from the concubine and brothers, only Yuanbao and Hongsheng among the three generations were fortunate enough to kneel beside Kangxi's bed to see him off for the last time.

The rest of the people knelt outside Kangxi's bedroom.

It is now deep winter, and the cold wind is howling outside, making everyone feel cold all over, but no one dares to complain.

Kangxi in the room quickly lost his temper after not getting the response he wanted.

At the beginning of the evening, Kangxi closed his eyes completely.

When he was dying, his eyes were still on Yinreng.

The imperial physician came forward and checked his pulse, then nodded to the eunuch beside him.

The eunuch immediately rushed to the door and sang loudly,

"The Emperor has passed away!"

There was a sudden cry of grief inside and outside the room.

Kangxi's funeral was extremely grand, but he was not buried at the scheduled time because Yinreng wanted to wait for his eldest brother and others to return to Beijing.

It was nearing the end of the year, and the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Clan Court both advised Yinreng to bury Kangxi first, and wait for Prince Zhi, Prince Yong and the other two to return to Beijing, so that they could kowtow in front of the coffin, which would be considered as fulfilling their filial piety.

Yinreng considered it for a few days and finally agreed to their proposal.

In the ten years after Kangxi abdicated, Yinreng believed that he had not treated Kangxi unfairly. Except for not having the power to control the court officials, every aspect of his food, clothing, housing and transportation was much better than when he was in power.

After all, with the improvement of the transport capacity of trains and ships, seafood, fruits and vegetables from the south could be transported to the capital quickly. Even in winter, with the glass greenhouses, Kangxi never lacked fruits and vegetables.

Yinreng felt that Kangxi's later years were much better than in his previous life or in history.

Of course, his own bad mood had nothing to do with Yinreng.

A month after Kangxi was buried, Yinzhi and his two companions finally arrived in Kyoto, exhausted.

This time, they brought a lot of mineral resources from the Middle East, but they first placed the things at Tianjin Port, and would distribute and dispose of them after they had paid tribute to Emperor Kangxi.

At that time, Kangxi's mourning period was still a thing of the past, and all of his surviving children remained in the capital.

The princesses who married to Mongolia had never directly felt the changes in the capital. Taking advantage of this time to return to Beijing to mourn Kangxi, they often made appointments with each other to go around the city.

They had lived in Mongolia for many years and had long since abandoned the idea that women should not show their faces in public. Moreover, the customs in the capital were not as conservative as they were before they got married, so their outings did not attract much attention.

After the cement was used, Yinreng personally supervised the renovation of the drainage systems inside and outside the city, and there were special sanitation workers on the streets to clean them before the sun came out, so the streets looked many times cleaner than they were twenty years ago.

Except for the streets in the inner city, Yinreng did not allow the construction of houses made of reinforced concrete, but only allowed them to pave the floors with cement.

The outer city and suburbs are not so particular.

While the group was touring, they saw a huge building. Although it was not tall, it covered a very large area.

But it looks like it hasn't been built yet.

Wen Xian, who acted as a guide, told them that it was built by Yinzhen as a Cuju arena.

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