What is the feeling of transmigrating into a novel you wrote yourself?
Yin Qingyi: It's hard to put into words.
What is the experience of transmigrating into a cannon fodder charact...
"Then what are you doing here?" Yinti was already annoyed, and now seeing the third brother here, he directly took his anger out on him. The fourth brother's deadpan face was unsettling, so he was a little hesitant to speak, but he wouldn't be so polite to the third brother.
"I was just curious because I saw you two talking here. What are you talking about?" Yin Zhi walked over with a grin, completely unfazed by Yin Ti's angry face.
"What's it to you! I'm leaving." Yinti glared at Yinzhi and walked away. He had only come to ask in good faith, but he was so angry at Yinzhen's sour face that he didn't want to pay any attention to the third brother's smirking face.
Yinzhen was already worried about Honghui at home, and he was in no mood to talk to his brothers. Seeing this, he also left.
Knowing that his wife was worried about Honghui, Yinzhen went directly to Yonghe Palace. However, before he even reached the palace, he saw his wife waiting for him on the road. Upon seeing this, Yinzhen's eyes flickered slightly, and his attitude towards her softened somewhat; after all, she was the mother of his eldest son. Seeing her like this, it was clear that she was genuinely worried about Honghui, unsure if he would even come, yet she waited for him in the cold wind.
"My lord, I just saw Eunuch Su. Has something happened to Honghui?" The Fujin rushed over to greet Yinzhen and asked anxiously.
"Don't worry, my lady. Honghui has a fever. I've already sent Su Peisheng to fetch the imperial physician. Please rest assured." Yinzhen looked at his lady who was about to pull him away, and subconsciously took a step back to avoid her contact. After meeting her gaze, he turned his head away uncomfortably and spoke.
"The imperial physician has already been summoned? That's good. Shall I go back and check on Honghui?" The Fujin was anxious at the moment and didn't pay attention to Yinzhen's actions. Hearing that Honghui had a fever, she became even more anxious and secretly blamed herself for bringing Honghui to suffer like this! It must be because of that bitch Yin! If it weren't for her, why would she have brought Honghui here in a fit of pique! That's just how the Fujin is; she never looks for the cause in herself, and this time was no exception. She directly blamed Yin Qingyi.
"What's the use of you going back? Just wait until tonight to see. Don't alarm Father Emperor and Mother Emperor," Yinzhen said in a deep voice, his brows slightly furrowed.
"But..." The princess was still worried; she could only feel at ease if she watched over things herself.
"That's settled then. You go back now, and don't arouse Mother's suspicion." Yinzhen didn't want to say more to his wife, so he turned and left after saying this.
The Fujin stood there watching Yinzhen walk away, somewhat incredulous. Honghui was their eldest son! How could the Emperor be so indifferent? Turning her head, she thought of Consort Yin's three children. Not only were they called twins, an auspicious name, but they also had names bestowed by the Emperor himself. Could it be that the Emperor wanted that wretched woman Yin's child to inherit the position of heir? Yes, that must be it! The more the Fujin thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and her malice towards Consort Yin and those three children reached its peak.
"Princess Consort, please go inside quickly, the master has already gone far away," Yuegui said softly, supporting the princess consort.
The Fujin glanced again in the direction Yinzhen had left, her eyes filled with hatred. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath to suppress her emotions, and, supported by Yuegui, slowly walked towards Yonghe Palace.
Yin Qingyi witnessed this scene in Yonghe Palace. She was secretly wary of the hatred in the Fujin's eyes at the end. She hoped it wasn't directed at her. After all, this had nothing to do with her. She had even kindly reminded her that it was her own fault for not listening. She couldn't blame her. She told Yin Qingyi to direct her hatred at that scoundrel and not to get involved.
When the Fujin entered Yonghe Palace, Consort De only asked a casual question, showing little concern. She didn't even hear what the Fujin said before nodding to indicate that she understood. It's easy to imagine how much Consort De disliked the Fujin at that moment.
The Fujin (Fujin) didn't care about Consort De's attitude. However, when she came in, her gaze towards Consort Yin was different, carrying something obscure. If the Fujin could pretend to look at Consort Yin before, she wouldn't even bother to pretend now. She could tell at a glance that Consort Yin was up to no good.
Seeing the Fujin's expression, Yin Qingyi felt helpless. What connection did this have to her? Was Honghui's illness caused by her? Was it my doing that Yinzhen wouldn't let you go back? None of this had anything to do with her, so why was the Fujin so upset with her? Yin Qingyi sighed inwardly. This scoundrel of a man made a mess of things and now she had to take the blame! Although she thought this, Yin Qingyi wasn't actually afraid of what the Fujin might do. Whatever the Fujin wanted to do, she would accept it! Did she still think she was some new, penniless princess?
This day was difficult for the Fujin (Prince Consort), and of course, it was equally difficult for Yinzhen (Prince Yinzhen). Sitting in the carriage returning to the mansion, the Fujin was eager to get home. As soon as they arrived at the gate, she hurriedly got out and headed straight for Honghui's residence. Yinzhen did the same. Seeing the two of them like this, Yin Qingyi hesitated, unsure whether to go back or also go see Honghui. To be honest, Yin Qingyi really wanted to see him. Honghui was a very good child, kind and upright, raised by Yinzhen, and very intelligent. Yin Qingyi liked him quite a bit, but the Fujin clearly didn't like her, so she hadn't had much contact with Honghui.
"Your Highness, His Majesty said you should go back to Luoxue Pavilion to see the three young masters first. You don't need to worry about things here." Su Peisheng immediately saw through Yin Qingyi's thoughts and stepped forward to whisper what Yinzhen had told him before getting out of the carriage. Although Su Peisheng did not enter the palace with Yinzhen, he was waiting at the carriage at the palace gate, just to inform Yinzhen of Honghui's situation as soon as possible.
"Eunuch Su, how is Prince Honghui doing?" Yin Qingyi asked, still somewhat curious.
"This servant is not at liberty to say, please do not ask, Your Highness." Su Peisheng looked at Yin Qingyi with some difficulty. It was not that he was unwilling to say, but Prince Honghui's condition was not good, and he could not say for sure.
"Understood, then Eunuch Su, go ahead and get busy. I'll head back now." Yin Qingyi nodded and took Qiu Ju's hand as they headed towards Luoxue Pavilion. Yin Qingyi only felt at ease when the three children were being looked after by Granny Qi in the mansion. So, on the fourth day, when the children stopped going out, Qiu Ju was the one accompanying Yin Qingyi. Chunlan was too impulsive, and Yin Qingyi was afraid she would make a mistake in the palace, so she didn't bring her along.
"Master, it seems that Prince Honghui is not doing well." Qiuju said after returning to Luoxue Pavilion and seeing that there were only the two of them in the room.
"Hmm? What do you mean?" Yin Qingyi knew that Honghui's condition was not good because she saw it herself, but how did Qiuju know?