Let’s not talk about how surprised Yinzhi and the others were when they saw the Shangyi Bureau come to measure their sizes. Let’s talk about Yinzuo, who had been well-behaved for some time and he couldn’t sit still anymore.

"Father, the weather is about to get hot. Isn't it a bit crowded for both of us to live in the Palace of Heavenly Purity? Besides, my son hasn't seen Hongxu for a while. How about I move back to my palace and live there for a while?"

In fact, Yinzuo felt bored in the palace and wanted to move out, which Kangxi could understand. However, his old father could not tolerate his blatant lies. He was so old and had run the Qing Palace, but they were the only two proper masters living there, so it could not be considered crowded in any way.

"Missing your son? Okay, then you can pack up and move back to your palace. Liang Jiugong, send someone to inform the Crown Prince to give Hongxu a few days off so he can stay home with his father."

At this time, Yinzuo obviously did not realize the power of his father's word "accompany". When he thought about leaving the palace and being far away from the emperor, his beautiful nose was about to burst with snot bubbles.

"Then you go ahead and do your work, Father. I'll go back and watch them pack up. But don't worry, I'll wait for you after lunch and then leave the palace..."

Kangxi looked at his son who was still thinking about having a free lunch with him before leaving, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to them. He picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at his annoying son.

It must be said that Kangxi's flying cup skill was something that Yinzuo hadn't seen for many years. When he first saw his father pick up the cup and throw it at him, he was stunned for a few seconds. Fortunately, his body was still flexible, and he dodged to the side the moment the cup was about to fall on him.

"Father? What are you doing? I am an emperor after all, can't I be a little magnanimous? Look at my son, he is so delicate and tender. If he were hit by that cup of yours, he would be covered in blood. Well, since you don't care about my son so much, I won't bother you anymore..."

He knew his own son well. Even though Yinzuo looked sad and distraught, Kangxi was almost certain that this boy was just acting with him again.

"Yinzuo, I advise you to speak nicely, otherwise I don't mind rewarding you with a meal of stir-fried pork on a bamboo board before you leave the palace..."

Seeing that Kangxi had taken out the ruler, Yinzuo dared not continue to act like a spoiled child. Yes, his father spoiled him and was reluctant to hit him, but it would not feel good if the ruler really hit him.

"Hey, look, look, you're just talking, why are you so angry? Father, wasn't your son just joking with you? You know, what your son hates most is stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots. Well, you go ahead and do your thing. Your son won't bother you..."

Seeing that Yinzuo had rushed to the door of the study before he could finish his words, Kangxi simply didn't bother to pay attention to him. After all, this bastard had been like this for a long time. If he really wanted to get angry with him, he would have died of anger long ago.

Although this father-son game ended with Yinzuo being frightened and running away after being fried pork on a bamboo board, our Prince Zhao obviously kept his promise and he finally managed to get the lunch.

When Yinzuo returned to his palace with a large group of people, Hongxu had already been sent back by Yinzhen.

Although the relationship between the father and son is a bit plastic, as the saying goes, things that are far away are fragrant, while those that are close are smelly. The father and son have not seen each other for more than two months. Now that they finally meet, the atmosphere is quite that of a loving father and a filial son.

"Hey, son. We haven't seen each other for two months. You've grown quite a bit taller. Come closer so I can take a good look at you. It's true. Only with my excellent genes can I give birth to such a handsome, dashing, and intelligent son..."

It is said that Hongxu is Yinzuo's biological son. At least his self-praising character is inherited from his father.

"What Father said is absolutely correct. The reason why my son is so outstanding and shines wherever he stands is that he must have inherited this innate advantage from Father. Of course, this is also inseparable from his own hard work..."

The father and son stood there at the gate praising each other for a quarter of an hour, until Hongxu had almost used up all the compliments in his mind, and his father finally let him go.

But the loving father and filial son relationship obviously did not last long. The saying that things smell good from afar but smell bad up close was absolutely true. Yinzuo, who used to think highly of Hongxu, began to feel that his own son was annoying in just two days.

"Hongxu, don't you have anything of your own to do? Be obedient and go out and find something to do to kill time. If you keep hanging around in front of me like this, I really can't guarantee that the fragile father-son relationship between us will allow me to not spank you."

Just like Yinzuo was not afraid of Kangxi, Hongxu was obviously not very afraid of his father either. When he heard what Yinzuo said, he raised his chin and started to use his father's skin as a banner.

"No, no, Father. I advise you to control your temper. After all, the emperor's orders are hard to disobey. Khan Mafa said in his previous oral instructions that he came back just to spend time with you..."

Well, you are waiting for me here, you are talking a lot every day, I never saw you so obedient before, why did I come back? It's because I thought that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the sea is wide for fish to jump. With a thing like you hanging around in front of me all day, how can I jump?

There was a reason why Yinzuo disliked his son so much. It was simply because this kid was too wasteful. Look at the pile of calligraphy and paintings on the floor of the study, which were torn into pieces and placed in a mess. These were all the kid's masterpieces of the past few days.

We are saying that which good person would use priceless calligraphy and paintings as puzzles? So what? Even if the family has mountains of gold and silver, it can't withstand him doing this. What's more, those he dismembered were all hung in the study because Yinzuo liked them for his own appreciation.

Even with such a high-sounding reason as Kangxi's oral order, Hongxu was ultimately unable to escape the fate of being kicked out by his father. However, he was not angry. It didn't matter that he couldn't enter the study. His father had to eat, sleep, and go out to play. It would be the same if he followed him. After all, Khanmafa's oral order didn't say how to play with his father, right?

The father-son relationship between Yinzuo and Hongxu was indeed a little weak. After spending more than ten days together, this plastic relationship had completely broken down. Yinzuo now had only one thought in his mind, which was to quickly send this troublesome son away and let him go wherever he wanted...