When Yinzuo returned to the Palace of Heavenly Purity again, Kangxi had already dealt with his pile of memorials. He was sitting on the couch in the flower hall, frowning and fiddling with the chess pieces in his hand. He heard the noise coming from the door, looked up at Yinzuo coming in, pointed to the seat next to him, and signaled Yinzuo to do as he pleased, and then his attention returned to the chessboard in front of him.

Yinzuo himself was not interested in chess. Seeing that Kangxi was studying the endgame on the chessboard in front of him seriously, he did not disturb him. He found a seat in the flower hall and asked Liang Jiugong to go to Kangxi's study to get him a travelogue, and then he began to read it with relish.

The father and son were playing chess and reading a book. The huge hall of the Qianqing Palace was silent for a while until Wanquan came to remind them. Yinzuo looked up and found that it was dark outside for some reason. He turned his eyes in the direction of Kangxi and found that his father had fallen asleep with the chess piece in his hand.

"Alas, what good is there in being an emperor? Look how tired he is. He can even fall asleep while sitting. Eunuch Liang, come and help me move this kang table. Bring me the pillow and a blanket..."

As the saying goes, even a tiger takes a nap. Even if Kangxi was in good health, he was already in his fifties. He had been busy since returning to Beijing in September, almost two months without a single day of rest.

Yinzuo sat by the couch and looked at the dark circles under Kangxi's eyes that looked like a panda's. A hint of heartache flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand to help Kangxi pull up the blanket, stood up, pulled a chair beside him to sit down by the couch, and closed his eyes to rest.

Kangxi slept well and it was already midnight when he opened his eyes again. Because he was resting there, not all the candles in the hall were lit. Kangxi's eyesight was pretty good. In the dim candlelight, he looked up and saw Yinzuo sleeping with his head tilted on a chair beside the couch.

"Liang Jiugong, go outside and get two people to come in and help him onto the couch. Be careful not to wake him up. Look at this child too. If he's tired, why does he have to stay here instead of going to the side hall to rest? I don't know how long he's been sitting like this. What if he wakes up with a stiff neck tomorrow morning?"

What does it mean when a word comes true? Just look at Yinzuo's crooked and immobile neck and you will understand. It must be said that Kangxi really has something to say. Look, he just said that it would be better not to have a stiff neck, but when Yinzuo woke up the next morning, his neck was indeed unable to move.

"Ouch, Doctor Wang, are you really capable? You've pricked my neck like a hedgehog, and why hasn't my son gotten better yet... Ouch, press gently, press gently, it hurts... Doctor Wang, you're deliberately seeking revenge... Ouch, you're definitely deliberately seeking revenge...."

What's wrong with deliberate revenge? Who dared you to question my medical skills? What's wrong with you two? Haven't you heard that illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread? Why do you always think that this medicine will cure the disease? I'm a doctor, not a god. How can I have such ability...

"Your Highness, you're joking. The reason you have a stiff neck is because of a bad sleeping posture. Maintaining the same position for a long time has caused limb stiffness. If you want to recover quickly, in addition to acupuncture, you should also have massage to loosen up your muscles and bones. Please bear with it. I, this old minister, will try to move faster. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one."

Yinzuo was not a man who could endure hardship. No matter whether the pain was long or short, it was enough for him to suffer. After being pressed down by Doctor Wang's iron sand palm, he really lost all his strength and means. He was now certain that the force Doctor Wang had just used was somewhat due to personal grudges.

Although Doctor Wang was not a god and did not have supernatural powers, after his combination of acupuncture and massage, Yinzuo's neck could actually move. Since his neck could move, Yinzuo naturally did not want to stay in the Palace of Heavenly Purity. While Kangxi went to the study to handle government affairs, he took Dexiniao and quietly slipped away.

Next, Yinzuo did not return to the capital for many days on the pretext of recuperating from his injuries. Instead, Yinreng was summoned by Kangxi several times during this period. It was unknown what the father and son talked about. In early December, Kangxi suddenly issued an edict to abolish Yinreng's position as crown prince, and at the same time named him Prince Jin, and made his eldest son Hongxi the crown prince, allowing the position to be inherited for three generations.

Of course, this was not the most shocking news. On the second day after the edict to depose and enthrone the crown prince was issued, Kangxi dropped another blockbuster bomb on the court that had already been in chaos. That's right, he had just deposed the old crown prince and was about to enthrone a new one, and the unlucky guy who was about to be enthroned was Yinzuo's brother - the fourth prince Yinzhen.

At this point, Yinzuo felt completely numb. Although he knew very well that the Qing Dynasty he was in now was no longer the Qing Dynasty in history, this development was too confusing. How could his brother become the crown prince?

"Father, come on, tell me what you're thinking. Shouldn't you have written the name of the future heir and sealed it behind the "Zhengda Guangming" plaque? Does it make sense to just say it out loud like that?"

It's no wonder that Yinzuo reacted like this. It was just that his father's actions were too outrageous. Kangxi looked up at Yinzuo who was constantly circling in front of him, stood up and walked over to him, pulled him to a chair, pressed him to sit on it, raised his hand to take the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, then poked him on the forehead in annoyance.

"What should I tell you? Do I have to ask for your opinion before making any decision? Besides, haven't you always wanted your fourth brother to sit on the throne? How come I have made him the crown prince as you wished? Aren't you happy?"

Of course he was very happy. After all, no matter what the process was like, the final result was the same as Yinzuo's original plan. Thinking of this, Yinzuo put down the cup in his hand, raised his hand to cover his forehead that was poked, glanced at Kangxi, stood up, pulled his father to sit in the seat where he had sat before, and began to stroke his father's fur.

"Look at what Ama said. What do you mean by 'just as I wish'? You chose the crown prince yourself. What does it have to do with me? But I'm very happy that my fourth brother can be the crown prince. When I was a child and not very close to my second brother, I often thought that it would be great if my fourth brother was the crown prince. In this way, I would have Ama to protect me in the first half of my life and my fourth brother to support me in the second half. If that doesn't work out, my eldest nephew can take over and live a comfortable life as a rich and idle person. Later, I became familiar with my second brother. He treated me very well. I can naturally feel it. At that time, I thought it didn't matter who became the crown prince. After all, could my second brother not support me in the future? By the way, Ama, my second brother is still living in my Enze Garden. What arrangements do you want?"