"The mastermind was Yinzhi, and Yintang was merely a coerced accomplice."

Yinti scoffed, "They're all worthless. Consort Yi is quite favored, so how come she gave birth to such a brainless wretch as Yintang? He and the Tenth Prince would be more successful following us than following the Eighth Prince, wouldn't they?"

Yinreng glanced at Yinti slowly, and curled his lip at his confident look.

[Because Uncle Nine thought that Uncle Eight had saved him, that's why he followed Uncle Eight.]

Yinreng suddenly remembered this matter. He had even had someone investigate it when his son mentioned it before.

The result was indeed as Hongxi had said, but a long time had passed, and he needed to find a good opportunity to tell Yintang the truth about it.

"What does the old man plan to do?"

"The eighth prince was sent back to the capital and imprisoned in the Imperial Clan Court, while the ninth prince was confined to his own residence for three months."

Yinti was dissatisfied, "They conspired with Father Emperor's concubines to frame the Crown Prince, and all they get is confinement?"

Yinreng raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise what? Execution? The Aisin Gioro family has no precedent for killing brothers or sons; at most, they'll be placed under house arrest."

Where is that woman?

Yinreng stretched lazily, "Kill them by force."

She was Kangxi's new favorite, so how could she blindly follow Yinzhi in framing the crown prince? Was she out of her mind?

Yinreng couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the words Yinti had used to scold her.

"Boss, I've noticed that your way of cursing is quite unique."

Yinti glared at him, "Call me 'Big Brother' when you need my help, and 'Boss' when you don't?"

Yinreng touched his nose, snatched Hongxi from him, and slunk away.

There was no other way; if we didn't run, we might get beaten up.