Should I say that Yinzuo's sudden attack really scared Kangxi. He immediately ignored the memorial in his hand, stood up and walked to Yinzuo, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and after making sure that he was okay, he pulled him to the couch where he had just sat and sat down, and asked in a low voice.

"What's going on? When did I say I was tired of you? I'm tired of staying in this palace. How about this, you go back home and stay for a while. I've been having a cough these past few days, and you haven't been in good health. I'd rather not make you sick..."

Well, as soon as Kangxi said this, the vast Qianqing Palace was filled with jealousy. "No, Khan, we admit that Xiaoliu is a little thin, but he's so lively all day long. How can you tell he's not in good health? Are you afraid of passing on your illness to him? Let's just say, can't you see us at all? Why aren't you afraid of passing on your illness to us?"

Yinzuo's goal was to let Kangxi rest and recuperate, so he naturally would not agree when his father asked him to return home. Upon hearing this, his face darkened, he let go of Kangxi's arm, stood up, walked to Yinreng, found a seat and sat down.

"Second brother, you see, Father is fed up with me. Not only does he want to drive me away, he also wants to work himself to death and leave me without Father's protection. Fine, if that's the case, why should I go back to the mansion? I might as well just go outside and freeze myself sick and walk with Father. After all, our mausoleums are next to each other, so it will be convenient for you..."

Well, it seems that this is going on again. Yinreng looked up at Yinzuo who was holding his hand with red eyes, then turned his head to look at Kangxi who was frowning over there. Yinreng, who was always eloquent, was rarely at a loss for words at this moment.

No, can you two not involve us in your fight? Just tell me how you want your second brother to respond to what you just said. Look at our Khan Ama's ugly face. Let alone responding to him now, I'm afraid that it would be a sin for me to have a mouth.

Yinzuo originally just wanted to pull his second brother to act out a scene to make his father compromise and go to rest with him, but he didn't expect that the play couldn't be controlled at all once it started. When he thought that Kangxi might really die as happened in history in a few years, Yinzuo's emotions got a little out of control. His eyes were so red that he was about to cry. This scared Yinreng who was sitting opposite him.

"You should be talking, why are you crying? Xiaoliu, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Why don't we go get Doctor Wang to take a look at you?"

Kangxi was still angry because of Yinzuo's previous blunt words, but when he heard Yinreng's words, he could no longer sit still. He stood up and walked quickly to Yinzuo, pulled him up from his seat, looked him up and down, and saw that although his eyes were red, his face looked relaxed. The worry that had been in his heart just now finally eased a little.

"Alright, I asked you to stay back for a while because I was afraid that the disease would spread to you. Since you don't want to go back, then we won't go back. You said you are already in your thirties this year, why are you still acting so childishly? How can I rest assured if you are like this..."

Yinzuo couldn't stand Kangxi saying these words at the moment, so he interrupted him without waiting for Kangxi to finish.

"You're right to be worried, Father. You know your son has always had a bad temper and is impatient. He's arrogant and domineering in his words and actions. If it weren't for you protecting him, he wouldn't have lived for many years. So you must not be in any danger. Even if you can't live to be a million years old, you must at least live a hundred years to protect your son for a few more years. You see, you're clearly sick now, but you still refuse to rest. Don't you think your son is annoying and want to get rid of me to go to the imperial mausoleum to hide away in peace? If you are really worried about your son, then let's go and rest now and try to recover as soon as possible. Otherwise, there's no point in talking..."

This is only the case with Yinzuo, otherwise, with the way he kept talking about mausoleums, he would have been taken away and punished by Kangxi. It is said that those who are favored are fearless. Compared with Yinzuo's calmness, Yinzhi and Yinreng now only regret that they don't have the art of teleportation. Of course, they are not afraid of hearing any treasonous words, but they are mainly afraid that his father will not be able to coax the child and will vent his anger again.

Would Kangxi really take his anger out on the troops as Yinzhi and the others suspected? Haha, the saying that one can only know a son better than his father works just as well when it's reversed. Kangxi bargained with Yinzuo for a long time but couldn't get his precious bastard to give up. He turned around in anger twice, then turned his gaze to Yinzhi, Yinreng and others who were standing with their heads bowed.

"What's wrong with you guys? Have you finished all the work you have at hand? Don't you see that there are still a lot of memorials over there? Will they finish reviewing them all by themselves if you just stand there one by one? Okay, go back and do what you have to do. I'm getting annoyed just by seeing you guys..."

Yes, you get annoyed when you see us. Then go find whoever you think is not annoyed? It seems that you are too soft-hearted to deal with Xiaoliu, so you take your anger out on us. Humph, you deserve it. You were easily controlled by Xiaoliu, this is what you deserve.

Even though they were constantly complaining in their hearts, did Yinzhen and the others dare to confront Kangxi? The answer was obvious: they didn't dare. After all, they were not his father's biological children like Yinzuo. After all, there was a layer of belly between them, so naturally they didn't have the confidence that Kangxi had. Alas, this really fulfilled what Xiaoliu once said, Lin Daiyu buried flowers - sighing for her miserable fate.

After Kangxi scolded Yinzhi and the others, he felt much better. When he turned around, he saw Yinzuo sitting there, turning the lid of a cup as if nothing had happened. He could only sigh helplessly.

"Didn't you ask me to go back and rest? Then why are you still sitting there? Come and help me up, Liang Jiugong, go to the Imperial Hospital and ask Doctor Wang to come over..."

So was this finally a compromise? Although Yinzhi and the others had long known that their Khan Ama favored Yinzuo, seeing their Khan Ama compromise so easily, the brothers couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. It's not that they were jealous of Yinzuo's favoritism, but they just felt a little regretful and a little envious.

"Okay, stop looking at it. Let's hurry up and finish this pile of memorials. Fourth brother, you're the Crown Prince, so these more important memorials are yours. Second brother, you often helped the Khan handle memorials in the past, so you're probably familiar with the process. These messy and miscellaneous ones are yours. Third brother, you're a talented writer, and don't you love those flowery and ornate articles? Then these long-winded and flattering memorials are yours."

Well, the distribution is good, but there is something I don't know whether I should say it to you, brothers and sisters: you have assigned all the work to us, what about you? What are you doing?