"I guess so."

However, in his heart, Yinzhen still felt that even without the Golden Rooster Frost, Kangxi would not have died. He felt that an emperor like Kangxi would not die so easily.

After dinner, Tong Cheng'er played with Yinzhen's son, Hongzhao. He was very well-behaved, had started learning to walk, and could even say a few simple words.

When Yinzhen saw Hongzhao calling his little wife "Mother," he couldn't deny feeling envious, but he also felt a warmth in his heart. At the same time, he felt that he had missed out too much on this expedition.

My son's first words, my son's first steps, my son's...

He missed out on many of these firsts, which Yinzhen found very regrettable.

Yinzhen only allowed someone to take Hongzhao to sleep after Hongzhao fell asleep in his arms.

Having slept little, Tong Cheng'er thought about what happened before dinner and couldn't help but ask, "This expedition must have been tough!"

Thinking of the situation on the battlefield, Yinzhen shook his head: "It wasn't too hard."

"How could it not be hard? I can see the scar on your back, such a long cut. Do you think I'm blind?"

"It was just an accident."

Tong Cheng'er: An accident? I don't believe you.

What kind of accident could leave such a long scar on her back? Is it an insult to her intelligence?

"Didn't you say it wasn't dangerous?"

"It's often difficult to take care of everything on the battlefield. This is the last time, there won't be a next time."

Upon hearing this, Tong Cheng'er's eyes welled up with tears: "You're not allowed to go to the battlefield anymore."

She didn't care about others. On the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. So what if he was a prince? He didn't have an extra life.

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen paused for a moment, then said, "I can guarantee that I will not go to the front lines."