Consort Xi's demise was too swift and sudden, leaving the Empress, who had fought with her for so many years, feeling somewhat lost and complicated. Especially with the deaths of her two children, the Empress vaguely understood many things, but she dared not speak them out. Moreover, the person who posed the greatest threat to her now was Meng Jingxian, who posed no threat whatsoever to her, so this secret was meaningless.

However, the Empress soon lost her chance. She fell victim to the machinations of An Lingrong, who had been turned against her. Her downfall was a result of her numerous crimes, including assassinating Consort Qi, murdering the imperial heir, and killing Empress Chun Yuan. Her sudden death caught everyone off guard. Yongzheng acted swiftly and decisively, and even the Empress Dowager couldn't stop her before the deed was done.

Then came the matter of the Imperial Noble Consort becoming Empress, which happened so quickly that no one could react.

With the Empress and Zhen Huan, who were known for stirring up trouble, the harem became much quieter. In addition, Emperor Yongzheng always favored the Imperial Noble Consort. Everyone could see that pleasing the Empress was the most important thing.

People in the palace often saw a slightly larger radish head leading five smaller radish heads, walking and strolling around the palace with a "clattering" sound.

Yongzheng now understands the troubles of having many children, especially when they are intelligent. He looks at the row of adorable little bundles of joy standing in front of his study.

"Tell me, how did you manage to get the teaching instructors to leave again?"

Jing Shu, the boldest and most mischievous of them all, pouted. She wasn't afraid of her father, who was pretending to be serious, at all. She said in a childish voice, "Master Lin doesn't know why people can't fly like birds, or why rice stalks produce so few grains. How can he teach us?"

Listening to that pile of tricky questions, Yongzheng twitched his lips almost imperceptibly. Even their imperial father didn't know the answer to these questions; it was truly difficult for Minister Lin.

Although Yongzheng thought this way, he didn't reveal it at all. When Qingyin heard about it, she was surprised by her eldest daughter's talent. She asked the system to send a few more robots to her father, so that the teaching tasks for the princes and princesses could be solved. Even Yongzheng often went to listen to the lessons given by these talented teachers.

In the fifty-sixth year of Yongzheng's reign, Qingyin gave birth to triplets for Yongzheng, so the ranks of children wandering around the harem were now joined by three little tails.

In the sixtieth year of Yongzheng's reign, an old minister who had to use a cane looked at the emperor, who seemed as robust and energetic as a forty-year-old, and felt very depressed. How could the emperor still be in such good health?

Two years later, Emperor Yongzheng, who had outlived many ministers, sat at the head of the table, looking at the few ministers who were still barely holding on to their posts.

Three years later, the last minister remaining at his post looked up at the still-spirited emperor, his eyes filled with despair. He had only managed to endure until the emperor's death. On his deathbed, he whispered to his children and grandchildren, "The emperor is clearly eight years older than me, he shouldn't..."

When Hongchen was sixteen, he was smoothly and without any setbacks placed on the throne by Yongzheng.

Emperor Yongzheng then took Qingyin on a journey through the countryside, dealing with corrupt officials and showing her different scenery. He continued this journey until he felt unwell and then took Qingyin back to the capital.

Upon receiving the news, Hongchen and his siblings came to visit their father and mother. Over the years, under the guidance of the system robots, Hongchen and his children have all become exceptionally outstanding, especially Jing Shu, who devoted herself to agriculture and successfully developed hybrid rice, enabling the people to have enough to eat. Countless people have erected eternal monuments for this benevolent princess. The other children are no less remarkable, each making countless contributions to the Qing Dynasty in their respective fields of expertise.

At this moment, the group of people, who were extremely busy, all put aside their important matters and rushed to Dongming Palace. Yongzheng and Qingyin were both lying weakly on the bed. From the moment Yongzheng fell ill, Qingyin did not intend to stay any longer. Yongzheng held Qingyin's hand tightly, her eyes full of love. He forced himself to stay awake and looked at his wife, who was still beautiful even though she was old.

Hongchen looked at his father and mother, whom he hadn't seen in a long time and who now looked sickly. Tears streamed down his face, a face that had never shown anger since his ascension to the throne. "Father, Mother!"

Hongche and the others watched this scene with deep sorrow. Yongzheng then turned to his proud children and said with a smile, "Why are you crying? This is a joyous funeral. Remember that after I die, you must be with your mother."

Watching Yongzheng play with the children, Qingyin gently grasped Yongzheng's hand in return. She smiled and nodded, and amidst everyone's tears, she left this world with Yongzheng.

A burst of light and Qingyin returned to the system space, and the feeling of weakness and illness left her body.

"Yinyin, we've earned so many points in this world! That's amazing! Especially Jing Shu and the others, they brought in so much merit!" A system light appeared in front of Qingyin, which she slapped away.

She nodded, and said proudly, "Of course, you don't even know whose child it is."

"That's right, that's right, I, as their uncle, also taught them!" the system chimed in.

Qingyin skillfully distributed her points and said, "Alright, let the next wisher come in."

"Okay, Yinyin."

As the mist dissipated, a child of about eight years old, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared in front of Qingyin. Her thin, gaunt face made it impossible to tell whether she was a boy or a girl; only her clear blue eyes were the most captivating feature.

Qingyin frowned slightly and used a burst of spiritual energy to clean the child up, wiping his little face clean.

She cautiously approached Qingyin, her eyes timid, and awkwardly asked in Mandarin, "Thank you, elder sister. Can you grant my wish?"

The soft voice revealed that the person in front of her was a little girl, and Qingyin gently patted the little girl's soft head and said, "Of course you can, you can have anything you want."

Feeling comfortable from being touched, the little girl couldn't help but squint her eyes. She grew a little bolder and began to observe the stunningly beautiful older sister. "This older sister is so beautiful and so powerful that she even restored my clothes to their original state. She can definitely help me fulfill my wish." Trustingly, she raised her head and smiled, "Sister, my name is Arisa."

Encouraged by Qingyin's gentle gaze, she grew even braver. "My mother is Mu Xiulan, a Han Chinese woman from the Qing Dynasty. My father is Ajile, a Mongolian. I have an older brother named Aluna. My mother says we are twins, precious gifts from the Eternal Heaven to my mother and father. Our family lives in Tibet, and we are very happy. My mother is very gentle, and my father is very brave. He goes out to hunt lots and lots of game for my brothers and me to eat..."

Aon listened patiently to what little Arsa had to say. She did not miss the joy and happiness that little Arsa was truly revealing at this moment, which was completely different from the deep sadness she had revealed before.

That's good, as long as the little one is happy, that's the best thing.