Seeing Ruizhu's words, Yinreng said nothing more, instructed her to take good care of Wenxi, and then had someone send her back.

The next day, it was heard that Emperor Kangxi and Prince Yu ate and drank for most of the night, recounting their brotherly bond and expressing their expectations for the younger generation.

As they talked, Kangxi decided to send Baotai into Prince Zhi's army under the pretext of training the heir of Prince Yu, so that he could be properly trained.

The poor Prince Yu had not informed his son before entering the palace and was unaware of what had happened during the day, so he happily agreed.

After returning home and speaking with his wife, he angrily grabbed a willow branch from the yard and whipped Baotai.

It is said that there were constant wails at Prince Yu's mansion that night, and Baotai was sent to Yinti's side by Prince Yu's men before dawn.

He didn't even pay attention to the wounds on the other person's body, and Kangxi was very pleased when he learned of this.

When Yinreng heard the news, he could only silently mourn for Baotai for a moment.

Emperor Kangxi was a vengeful man; he personally dealt with his sons quite a few times, but he would absolutely not tolerate being bullied by others.

Yinti was a vengeful man and doted on his son Hongyu. Before meeting Baotai, he had heard that the other party had bullied his son and was thinking about how to get revenge when he saw the boy being sent to his side.

At that moment, Yinqi felt that Kangxi was incredibly understanding.

"Master, will Prince Zhi torture Prince Yu's son to death?" He Yuzhu asked with some concern.

He was, after all, the heir of a prince. If he were to die at the hands of Prince Zhi, even Emperor Kangxi would have a hard time explaining it.

Yinreng rolled his eyes at him, "Do you think the eldest brother is stupid? He just makes things difficult for him all the time, but he's not going to kill him."

Moreover, Fuquan is not only a prince but also a general. If things really get out of hand, the matter will not be resolved peacefully.

As Yinreng was speaking, he noticed his son pacing around the room, muttering to himself.

Even if you can't go out in winter, you still need to exercise indoors to maintain a good figure and stamina.

I really don't want to drink milk porridge anymore. I wish I could have a bowl of mutton porridge every day. It's nourishing and filling.

It's fine to nourish the body, but what's with the hunger-fighting aspect?

Who doesn't feed the brat enough?

Yinreng glanced at He Yuzhu, and was about to tell him to investigate thoroughly when he heard Hongxi continue to mutter to himself.

[Ama's health is a bit weak; he needs to take good care of himself. He can have a bowl of mutton soup every day until spring.]

Yinreng raised an eyebrow. He wasn't particularly interested in food, but a bowl of mutton soup a day was acceptable.

He not only thought it, but he actually did it.

Under Yinreng's arrangement, Hongxi could drink half a bowl of mutton porridge every morning, while he himself drank a bowl of mutton soup every noon.

At first, he didn't think there was anything special about it, but a month later, when the cold was raging inside and outside the palace, he discovered the benefits of warming and nourishing the body.

Apart from Yinreng and Hongxi, almost everyone around him had been sick for several days, and even the Crown Princess and Wenxi had taken some medicine.

Upon hearing that Emperor Kangxi's health had recently deteriorated, Yinreng immediately carried Hongxi to the Qianqing Palace.

As soon as they entered, they heard Kangxi sneezing. Seeing him bring the child in, they quickly waved their hands and said, "I seem to have caught a cold. Take Hongxi away quickly, lest he infect the child."

Yinreng didn't stand on ceremony and casually handed Hongxi to He Yuzhu, saying, "Go to the side hall and wait for me."

He Yuzhu carried Hongxi straight to the side hall, and Wei Zhu followed to serve him.

In the main hall, when Kangxi saw Yinreng walking towards him, he kept waving his hand, saying, "Baocheng, you should go back quickly too. You are weak, and it would be bad if you caught it."

Yinreng ignored those words and frowned when he saw the cold medicine on the coffee table.

"Father, aren't you going to take your medicine?"

Just as Kangxi was about to offer a few words of explanation, Liang Jiugong cried out "Ouch!" and complained, "Your Highness, could you please advise His Majesty? When you're sick, you have to take medicine. You can't refuse to drink it just because it's bitter."

Kangxi glared at Liang Jiugong and said, "Get out! You dare to complain to the Crown Prince."

Liang Jiugong pouted and looked at Yinreng with a pleading expression.

Yinreng waved his hand and said, "Have someone brew another dose of medicine. I will personally feed it to Father Emperor."

Kangxi gestured to Liang Jiugong to pretend he hadn't heard, but the other man didn't even look at him, responded, and ran out, which made Kangxi so angry that he almost smashed something.

A moment later, Liang Jiugong walked in with his head down, carrying a bowl of dark, bitter-smelling medicinal soup.

Without hesitation, Yinreng took the medicine and sat down next to Kangxi. He then grabbed Kangxi, who was about to get up and leave, and said, "Father, you need to take medicine when you are sick. Until you recover, I will come and personally feed you your medicine every day."

Emperor Kangxi was both moved and helpless to see how filial Yinreng was to him.

Which imperial physician prescribed this bitter medicine? He'd better chop off the other person's head!

Thus, Liang Jiugong saw Yinreng feeding Kangxi medicine spoonful by spoonful.

Kangxi, however, kept a bitter face, his eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

"Once Father Emperor recovers, he must pay attention to his diet. He must not eat anything too cold in winter."

Liang Jiugong listened from the side, nodding in agreement.

Everyone in the palace knew that Emperor Kangxi liked to eat cold food, but the Empress Dowager forbade him to eat it, so he ate it secretly.

Now that His Highness the Crown Prince had spoken, Kangxi actually pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Fortunately, Emperor Kangxi was in good health and recovered after only four or five days of illness.

Next comes the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

Because Emperor Kangxi and his entourage were in Mongolia last year, and Suzhou was also experiencing a snow disaster, the banquet at the palace was not very enjoyable.

After discussing with the Empress Dowager, Emperor Kangxi decided to hold a grand celebration this year.

Unexpectedly, just five days before New Year's Eve, the eleventh prince, Yinzhi, passed away.

Yinzhi's health was broken by a sudden cold. The imperial physicians took care of him day and night, but they still couldn't save him.

The sound of weeping was deafening in Yikun Palace; Consort Yi had fainted several times from crying.

When Kangxi and his entourage arrived, they saw that Consort Yi's eyes were swollen like walnuts and her face was almost ashen, as if she were about to follow them.

Yinqi and Yintang hurriedly tried to persuade her, and the two wives took turns taking care of her, fearing that Consort Yi's health would also collapse.

“Nalan Zhu, although Eleventh Prince is gone, you still have Fifth Prince and Ninth Prince. They are both so filial. How can you bear to go with Eleventh Prince?” Kangxi sat by the bed and gently comforted her.

It was so common for children to die in the palace that his grief was limited.

Normally, when he saw a concubine lose her child, he would only offer a few words of advice as a matter of routine. If the concubine was more favored, she would receive some rewards, but there was no concubine for whom he could sincerely offer advice.

Seeing Consort Yi lying on the edge of the bed, looking utterly hopeless, he was instantly moved with compassion.