Consort Liang couldn't help but exclaim with envy, "Hongzheng and his young princes are really clever, generous and handsome. It must be very lively for these children to be together."

"Of course!" Consort Yi said, her eyebrows dancing with delight.

As the new generation of grandsons, Consort Yi had more than a hundred things to say. Her precious grandsons were not only good-looking but also extremely intelligent. If she hadn't had to go, she could have taken her four great grandsons for a stroll around the streets a few times to satisfy her desire to show off.

Consort Liang's words really opened up Consort Yi's floodgates of conversation.

Seeing that Consort Yi was getting along well with Consort Liang, Qingyin felt relieved and started chatting with her friend Minghui.

"Ah Hui, now that you have Xiao Hongwang, you don't need to worry too much about the Eighth Prince..."

“I understand, Arou. I was out of my mind to treat the Eighth Prince like that before. I don’t care about him now. I talk to you every day and have Xiao Hongwang. I’m living a good life.”

"But Hongjung and his brother are so cute. If I could have twins too, they would be so adorable and look exactly alike. I would laugh myself awake at night just thinking about it."

Qingyin smiled and nodded, "You shouldn't just think about having twins. Pregnancy and childbirth are risky, so you have to be careful."

"Of course I know. You're not an ordinary person. You're a fairy descended from heaven. Your fortune is definitely different. Ah Rou, let me tell you, after your quadruplets, I don't know how many wives have come to me asking for your secret to having children. If you ask me, they're thinking too much. What kind of medicine can control the number of pregnancies? That's just wishful thinking."

There is indeed such a secret method, but the Fertility Pill and the Multiple Pregnancy Pill can only work on the host, and Qingyin has no way to fulfill Minghui's wish.

Qingyin smiled and nodded without saying anything.

Minghui smiled and said, "I'm satisfied with having Xiao Hongwang. No matter how many babies there are, they're all my children, and that's fine."

For a time, Yikun Palace was filled with harmony and joy.

But happy times are always short-lived. Seeing that it was getting late, Consort Yi's head maid, He Lu, stepped forward and gently reminded her, "Your Majesty, it's getting late."

Consort Yi reluctantly stopped her rambling and said to Consort Liang, "Sister, come and talk to me another day."

After such a period of friendly interaction, Consort Liang was no longer so reserved, and she was not so afraid of the usually arrogant Consort Yi. She smiled and nodded, stood up and said, "If this doesn't bother me, then I will continue to bother you."

Qingyin, along with her friend Minghui and several children, left Yikun Palace amidst Consort Yi's reluctant gaze.

Inside the Prince's residence, Yinzhen was carrying a plate of osmanthus cakes. Lately, he had become fascinated with making pastries for his wife. Surprisingly, he had a knack for it and was able to make a sweet and delicious osmanthus cake after only a short time of practice.

Yinzhen was also surrounded by his four children, his face showing a hint of troubled happiness.

"Father, Father, I want to eat."

"Father!"

"Father, Father"

...

She called him sweetly, her big, watery eyes fixed on Yinzhen, and she clung to his leg, making it impossible for him to move.

"No, this has to be given to your mother first, the rest are all yours."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little ones exchanged a knowing glance and ran to Qingyin in unison.

"Mother, eat. Mother is full."

"We won't eat them, we'll give them all to Mother."

Qingyin gently lowered her head and smiled, "You're all so good, are you giving them all to your mother?"

The little ones nodded with smiles. If you didn't see the longing look in their eyes as they stared at the pastries, you wouldn't have noticed their desire to eat them.

Yinzhen, who was a step behind them, glared angrily at the few brats who were using his pastries as a favor, pushed aside a chubby boy who was close to him, and placed the plate of hot pastries in front of Qingyin.

"Rou'er, try it. I just made it, it's still warm."

Qingyin smiled and nodded.

The freshly made osmanthus cakes were still steaming. The pale yellow cakes were neatly arranged thanks to the mold, small and exquisite, about the width of two knuckles of a little finger. They were shaped like flowers, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted around, exuding an alluring charm.

Qingyin gently picked up a piece of osmanthus cake. The cake was only slightly warm, not hot to the touch. She took a small bite, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the aroma of rice filled her mouth with an intoxicating fragrance. Coupled with its soft texture, it was truly amazing.

Qingyin unconsciously squinted her eyes as she ate, which pleased Yinzhen. Meanwhile, the little ones beside her were practically drooling, gazing longingly at their mother.

Because the four little ones ate too much at Consort Yi's place, Qingyin always restricted their diet in the Prince's mansion to prevent them from becoming too unruly and affecting their health.

After eating two pieces, Qingyin stopped eating, gave Yintang a look, and feigned helplessness: "Oh, how come there's still so much left!"

"What's so special about this?" Before the children could volunteer, Yinzhen opened his mouth slightly and ate several pieces of osmanthus cake. Seeing that there were only four pieces left, Xiao Hongzheng and the others could no longer sit still.

Two boys jumped in front of Qingyin, and two boys grabbed Yinzhen's legs expectantly, "Father, Father, let us help you."

"Mother, my brothers and I want to eat too."

Qingyin raised an eyebrow, pretended to be troubled for a while, and then stopped: "Alright then, you can each have one, and that's it for today's snacks."

"Mmm!" The little ones' eyes lit up, their eyes fixed on the osmanthus cake that their father had snatched from their mouths.

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