Who exactly leaked Chapter 113?!

Who's riding a horse inside?

Since it was a spur-of-the-moment decision to bring Hongjin to Baijun Garden, no one was asked to clear the area beforehand. As soon as he stepped in, he heard the sound of galloping horses. A blue-green figure galloped on horseback, flashing past him like a dazzling neon light, making it impossible for Yinzhen to look away.

Unlike the palace maids who usually wear their hair in two small buns, the woman on horseback had most of her hair neatly coiled at the back of her head, with the rest of her hair braided into whips and hanging down over her shoulders. The woman on horseback looked ahead with a determined gaze, her hands tightly gripping the reins. Her light blue gauze scarf fluttered in the wind, as if it were directly wrapped around and drifting into Yinzhen's heart.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar.

He only caught a glimpse of her profile, but the way she rode the horse so spiritedly resembled Shilan.

Unlike the current Consort Nian, who has become the most boring woman in the palace, vying for favor and harming others, she has long lost the bright and lively nature she had when she first entered the palace. This horse trainer is more like the cheerful and generous Nian Shilan who entered the palace when she first entered the palace, and who exuded a vibrant energy, rather than the Consort Nian in the palace today.

Su Peisheng understood the meaning in just one glance from the Emperor. He waved to the manager of Baijun Garden and deliberately raised his voice to ask, "Who is that person riding that horse? Why don't you bring him here to pay his respects to His Majesty?"

The steward bowed and scraped, replying, "Your Majesty, this is Ye Lanyi, the horse trainer from the Hundred Horses Garden. She has just recovered from a serious illness and has only recently returned to duty. It's not that she doesn't want to pay her respects, but rather that her horse is too wild. If it isn't tamed this time, I fear..."

"It's alright." Yinzhen's gaze followed the figure in blue, a confident smile playing on his lips—"The wildest and most untamed horses take the most time to tame, I know that."

He took Hongjin's hand and led her forward two steps. "First, take the princess to choose a horse. It should be gentle in temperament. Let that one named..."

"Ye Lanyi," Su Peisheng quickly added from the side.

Yinzhen nodded and made a decision with a light gesture: "She will be instructing the princess in horsemanship."

After saying that, he bent down and gently pinched Hongjin's little face, his voice gentle—"In the future, Father Emperor, come and accompany our Shuer to learn to ride horses more often, okay?"

Hongjin blinked her round eyes, which were very similar to her younger brother's, pursed her lips to reveal a dimple, and nodded happily.

——

After several days of arduous travel, they finally rejoined the main force that had set off earlier. In order to prevent Prince Dun from noticing any signs of trouble, the main force was dispatched in batches by Yinzhen based on various clues. They dared not stay too close to the capital and eventually camped and reunited ten miles away from the Mulan Hunting Ground.

This was Hongzhao's first real trip outside the Forbidden City since his birth. The last time he went out was to visit the home of Imperial Censor Zhang Lin to apologize. It was only half a day, and he didn't see much during his quick visit. These past two days, he had really enjoyed himself and had no worries. He just felt that the air outside was especially fresh.

Prince Yi found it refreshing to see Hongzhao showing such a childlike side, as he was not one to be bound by rules and regulations. If it weren't for his declining health in recent years, he would often take Hongzhao for a ride instead of being cooped up in the carriage for days on end.

Thinking of this, he rarely showed any worry. He knew his own body well; even if he stayed in his room peacefully, he probably wouldn't last more than a few years. But he couldn't let go of any of the affairs in the court these days. His elder brother had only been on the throne for a few years, and many things were still unsettled. The crown prince was still too young.

"Thirteenth Uncle! I've spotted our people!" Hongzhao's shout forcefully pulled him out of his worries. Looking at the little prince with half his body sticking out of the carriage, Prince Yi smiled helplessly and helped him back inside to sit down.

"If you see them, the Mulan Hunting Grounds are not far away."

...

Ten miles away, the new emperor of Mulan Hunting Grounds had not held the Mulan Autumn Hunt for three years since his ascension to the throne. However, this year, contrary to his usual practice, he sent the crown prince early, accompanied by Prince Yi. Therefore, the princes of the forty-nine Mongol tribes also arrived at Mulan Hunting Grounds early to welcome him.

The messenger rushed over to report that the Crown Prince and Prince Yi had arrived ten miles away to rest. A group of people, led by the prince of the Khorchin tribe, came out of their yurts early and stood outside to wait for them.

However, the main force was not marching at full speed and could not arrive in a short time. As the wait went on, some people began to get impatient.

"I heard that the Crown Prince made a mistake and was disliked by the Emperor, who didn't want to see him, so he was sent here. Such a big show for a baby, it's worth us princes standing here in the scorching sun to wait for him."

A prince, whose face was completely obscured by a thick beard, speaking nonchalantly, made his voice clear and resonant, reaching everyone's ears without any obstruction.

The Khorchin prince stood at the front, his ears twitched, he glanced at him sideways, gave a disdainful smirk, and turned away without saying a word.

Even the most remote Bairin tribe knew about this rumor, so it wasn't difficult for others to find out as well. This might not be his idea alone, but everyone else remained silent, while he was the one who took the lead. The Jarut prince, however, was outspoken. He waved his hand dismissively and spoke in a rough voice, "Have you been staying in your godforsaken Bairin tribe for too long? Have you forgotten how high the sky is and how thick the earth is? Regardless of whether the emperor dislikes you or not, as long as you're not deposed, you're still the crown prince of our Great Qing."

"Let alone standing here waiting in the scorching sun, you'll have to kneel down to greet people when they arrive. Right now you're spewing filth, but when they come, you'll be standing there for me to see."

"You!" The prince of the Balin tribe was furious, pointing at him and cursing for a long time, but he couldn't say anything more.

"Alright." The Khorchin tribe was the strongest in the group, so the Khorchin prince's words carried more weight. "The crown prince is about to arrive, and you're all getting on in years. This is noisy and disorderly."

However, with the increasing concentration of imperial power, the two daughters sent to the palace by the Khorchin tribe during the reign of the late Emperor Shunzhi were directly made empresses. But if they were sent in now, they probably wouldn't even be able to get a concubine rank, and would have to start from the rank of concubine.

He could clearly see these changes, but there were still some self-important people among them who considered themselves as noble as they had been decades or even a hundred years ago, arguing that their Mongolian origins and status were incredibly prestigious.

The group of people, each with their own thoughts, heard the rolling sound of wheels getting closer and closer. They all straightened up with a stiff expression, waiting to catch a glimpse of the face of the prince who had just been punished.

The closer the carriages and horses got, the more varied the expressions on the faces of the people became.

The common thought was—who spread this fake news?

The large and luxurious carriage slowly approached, surrounded by a group of guards dressed in yellow jackets. Just looking at these guards, each one was a skilled and fierce soldier. The caravan was so large that you couldn't see the beginning or the end of it. The sheer number of people surrounding it was enough to scare anyone away by their imposing presence.

Are they treating Mongolia like the Dzungars? Are they sending an advance vanguard to attack first?

Who exactly said that the Crown Prince was disliked by the Emperor?