Although the two princes were twins, they did not look alike. The one who came out earlier was the older brother, whose features resembled those of the third prince, Yinling, who had gone to the heavens to cultivate.

The younger brother, born half a cup of tea later, doesn't yet look like anyone.

As soon as Emperor Kangxi stepped into Yikun Palace, he heard the midwife announce the good news that Xu Lejin had given birth to two healthy little princes. Emperor Kangxi was overjoyed and was even happier after seeing his two sons in swaddling clothes.

evening

Consort Hui returned to Yanxi Palace, looking exhausted.

"Consort Yu is truly blessed, having given birth to two more princes. Now, Consort Yu has the most children in the palace, four sons and five daughters. This is a fortune that many people can only dream of!"

With a soft sigh, Consort Hui continued in a cold voice, "Although His Majesty has not yet issued an edict to bestow the title of Empress or Imperial Noble Consort upon Consort Yu, the two young princes will be honored after their third-day celebration or their full-month celebration..."

"In the worst-case scenario, the two little princes will be guaranteed the position of Imperial Noble Consort after their one-month celebration."

The palace maid, Cunxin, kept her head down, not daring to utter a sound.

That night, Consort Hui slept very poorly. She had just fallen asleep when she was awakened by a nightmare.

She dreamt of her past life's predicament: she had fallen out of favor in the imperial harem, and her son, Yinti, had been imprisoned for most of his life.

He even dreamed of his son, Yinti, who had many wives and concubines in his harem, but no children.

Her beloved son lived a life of unfulfilled ambitions and died young.

And she, an elderly woman who outlived her child, tasted all the bitterness and sorrow of the world...

Early the next morning

Consort Hui is ill; a pathogenic wind has entered her body, causing her to have a splitting headache.