Kangxi originally planned to take him for a walk outside the palace, but he couldn't stand his coquettish behavior. Considering that the sun was shining and there was no wind, he finally decided to take him to the Imperial Garden.

The little guy looks small now, but he is very heavy. Considering Kangxi's current age, it is okay to hold him for a while, but not for a long time.

For this reason, after stepping out of the gate of the Qianqing Palace, the father and son sat on the imperial sedan chair.

Finally being able to go out and play, Cheng'an was so happy that he kept shouting "Ama Ama" along the way.

When he arrived at the Imperial Garden and looked at the beautiful scenery all around him, he was like a bird that had been set free, running around happily.

"Run slower." Kangxi looked at his cheerful appearance and reminded him with a smile.

Cheng'an was no longer listening to what he said. He ran around looking here and there, finding everything new.

Kangxi was old and did not have the energy to run with him, so he waved his hand and asked a few young eunuchs to follow and protect him on both sides, while he followed far behind.

The scenery of the Imperial Garden is naturally superb, with lush vegetation and flowers, rockery and flowing water, pavilions and towers. It can be said that there is a scene at every step.

However, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it cannot withstand being viewed year after year, and the Imperial Garden had long lost its novelty to Emperor Kangxi.

Picking flowers and grass is probably a child's nature. After a while, Cheng'an already had a small yellow flower in his hand.

"Father." He turned around and ran back to Kangxi holding the flower, raising his little hand to give the flower to him.

It’s not that Kangxi had never received flowers before, but the ones he received in the past were all vases with branches carefully selected by his concubines. This was the first time he received such a simple little flower.

Of course, when it comes to purity, no matter how elaborate the vase scenery is, it is not as good as the little flower in front of you.

"You are really good at lending a flower to a Buddha." Kangxi stretched out his hand and took the small flower.

The Imperial Garden belongs to him, and these flowers are no exception, so there is nothing wrong with what he said.

Cheng'an didn't understand what "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha" meant, so after giving him the flowers, he ran forward again.

He was wearing a light yellow dress today. This color was too delicate and was probably only suitable for children like him, except for girls.

In the warm sunshine, the little goose yellow figures running around look more vibrant than the flowers in the garden.

While running, Cheng'an's attention was suddenly attracted by a small path.

It was a road paved with colored stones, and stones of different colors were laid out into auspicious patterns.

He looked down at the stone road, squatted down curiously and touched it with his little hands.

The eunuch who was following him saw the little prince touching the ground with his hands, so he quickly came over and wiped his hands with a towel.

After finding that the colored stones could not be picked out, Cheng An obediently asked someone to wipe his hands clean, then stood up and jumped on the stone road.

After all, he was still young and had just been running for so long. After jumping a few times on the not-so-flat stone road, he suddenly fell down.

The eunuch next to him wanted to help him, but even with a good look at him, he was still a step too late. He did not support him until he had fallen down, and was only able to protect his upper body from touching the ground.

Kangxi was originally pacing slowly behind his son, but when he saw his son fall, he immediately took a few big steps towards him.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me." The eunuch who failed to protect the young prince quickly apologized.

The person who fell didn't cry. After he stood up with the help of the eunuch, he raised his head and stretched out his little hand to Kangxi: "Father."

"Look at you, it's fine if you run, but why are you jumping around?" After Kangxi picked the man up, he looked around and finally took him to a nearby pavilion.

After sitting down in the pavilion, Kangxi held him and checked him. He found that only his knee was a little red. He reached out and touched it and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The eunuch's reaction was relatively quick, so Cheng'an didn't fall very hard. He felt a little pain when he first fell, but now he doesn't feel anything.

Seeing him shaking his head, Kangxi pressed it with a little force, and only felt relieved when he was sure that he really didn't feel anything.

After raising a child, you will realize that no matter how careful you are in your daily life, some bumps and bruises are still inevitable. Even when he was raised in the Qianqing Palace, he would occasionally bump here and there accidentally. So after making sure that he was not hurt, Kangxi did not pursue the matter against the eunuchs.

However, when Cheng'an wanted to continue running around, he did not allow him to do so and held him in his arms and sat in the pavilion to rest.

Since he couldn't run around, it would be nice to take a look at the scenery around the pavilion. Cheng'an sat in his arms and looked around with his little head.

A bird suddenly flew over from a tree not far away.

"Father, look!" After discovering the bird, Cheng An immediately pointed his finger.

Kangxi looked in the direction of his hand and thought that children were just children. They found even a bird interesting.

"That's a bird, an oriole." Kangxi immediately recalled a line of poetry and taught it to him, "Two orioles sing in the green willows."

"Ah, Huang Yi..." Cheng An imitated him in a baby voice.

Kangxi held his little hand and stretched out two fingers: "Two."

"Ah." Cheng'an followed and imitated.

"Two, two orioles."

"Ah... two yellow ones..."

"Ming Cui Liu."

"Chirp~"

When Kangxi heard his "Ming-chiu-chiu", he was immediately amused. He rubbed his little head and stopped trying to teach him to recite poetry.

He stopped teaching, but Cheng'an memorized the poem and pointed at the birds on the tree that had not yet flown away and recited it to himself: "Two... yellow chirping~"

Just when the atmosphere in the pavilion was just right, a eunuch suddenly came nearby with a hesitant expression.

Liang Jiugong, who was guarding outside the pavilion, noticed it and waved at him.

The eunuch hurried forward and whispered a few words in his ear in a low voice.

Liang Jiugong frowned unconsciously when he heard his words, then turned around and walked into the pavilion with some hesitation.

Kangxi had noticed the movement outside the pavilion just now, and when he saw him come in, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty...Prince Hongjin is gone." Liang Jiugong bowed his head.

Kangxi had many descendants. It took him a while to realize that this was the third son of the deposed crown prince and his grandson.

Although Yinreng was deposed, he was Kangxi's favorite son after all, and the feelings Kangxi had for him were not fake.

When Kangxi heard that his son had passed away, and that he was an adult son, his heart suddenly tightened.

Kangxi had experienced the pain of seeing his son die before him too many times and knew how painful it was. Thinking that his son would have to go through this kind of pain, he couldn't help but worry about him.

The atmosphere in the pavilion suddenly became cold because of Liang Jiugong's words. Cheng An withdrew his gaze from outside and looked at his father with some confusion.

"Father." He shouted while stretching out his little hand to touch Kangxi's face.

The warm little hand brought Kangxi back to his senses. He looked down at the child in front of him, but his thoughts drifted away.

That was his most beloved son, the one he had spent the most time thinking about, and the crown prince on whom he had placed high hopes. After deposing him, Kangxi was very heartbroken.

Since imprisoning him in Xian'an Palace, Kangxi never saw him again, and even deliberately avoided thinking about him, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

I dare not look at what he looks like now, and I dare not think whether he will resent me...

Cheng'an saw that his father was motionless again and called him again.

Hearing his youngest son's childish voice, Kangxi looked at him and asked, "Do you want to see your second brother?"

Cheng An had asked him about his second brother before, but he never understood. When he heard him bring it up, he immediately nodded and said, "I want to!"

Kangxi felt a little emotional when he saw that he had never met Baocheng, but couldn't wait to see him as soon as he heard about him.

"Then let's go."

After Kangxi finished speaking, he took his son to sit on the imperial sedan chair again.

Xian'an Palace is located inside Xihuamen, not too far from the Imperial Garden.

On the way, perhaps because he sensed that his father was in a bad mood, Cheng'an did not make a noise. Instead, he reached out and hugged him, patting him with his little hands from time to time.

Kangxi noticed his actions and felt that he was considerate and somewhat comforted.

When the sound of a whip representing the emperor's carriage rang out outside Xian'an Palace, the guards standing outside were a little surprised.

"Your Majesty, I bow to you!"

Kangxi raised his hand to signal the guards to stand still, and then asked someone to open the door.

Xian'an Palace was not shabby, but as soon as the door opened, an inexplicable cold air hit me in the face.

When Kangxi walked in holding his youngest son's hand, the deposed prince's family, who heard the noise, immediately came out to pay their respects.

Crown Princess Guaerjia was worthy of being the daughter-in-law praised by Emperor Kangxi. Even though she was imprisoned in the Xian'an Palace, she managed everything in order.

After Kangxi glanced at everyone, he waved his hand to signal Guwalgiya to take the others to leave.

After everyone left, his eyes finally fell on the deposed Crown Prince Yinreng.

The prince, who had once been noble and elegant, now looked very thin, his face was pale, and his whole body exuded a bit of lifelessness.

Yinreng never thought that there would be a day when he would see the Emperor again. He had many things to say to him and many things to complain about before he saw him, but when he really appeared in front of him, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be nothing to say.

This was the case with Yinreng, and Kangxi was almost the same. He wanted to ask his son how he was doing, but just by looking at his appearance he knew that he must not be doing well, and he felt that there was no need to say such nonsense.

Kangxi waited quietly, wanting to see if he had anything to say to him.

After a while, the father and son still looked at each other in silence. The courtyard was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Cheng'an raised his little head and looked at his father, then looked at the people opposite him, wondering why they were silent.

After guessing that Yinreng should be his second brother, Cheng'an took his hand away from Kangxi, trotted a few steps, rushed over and hugged Yinreng, saying, "Brother!"

Yinreng was caught off guard and stumbled back a step with the person on his leg before he regained his balance.

Seeing that he couldn't even catch a child, Kangxi frowned secretly and wondered if someone was being harsh on him.

"Let me go...I..." Yinreng looked down at the child who was holding him, his tone revealing a hint of displeasure.

"Brother, hug me." Cheng An heard his brother's voice, looked up and stretched out his hands to him.

Hearing him address himself as Yinreng, it was not difficult to guess his identity, and he suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Of course, Yinreng's emotion was not purely directed at him, but rather stemmed from his confusion as to why Kangxi would suddenly come over and bring such a small child with him.

Compared to Yinreng's initial indifference, he at least showed some emotion at this time.

Kangxi looked at his youngest son who was very clingy and for the first time did not feel jealous. Instead, he said, "Cheng'an, stop making trouble. Your second brother may not be able to hold you."

His words were spoken in a plain and emotionless manner, but they sounded a little harsh to Yinreng, who immediately bent down and picked up the child who reached out to him.

Cheng An was very happy to be picked up by his brother. He put his arms around his brother's neck and turned to Kangxi and said, "Brother, pick me up~"

Yinreng hadn't been so close to anyone for a long time, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, especially when he felt the soft little hands on his neck.

Ever since entering Xian'an Palace, Yinreng often felt cold, a cold that came from the very bones, and even basking in the sun could not make him feel warm.

But at this moment, the warmth emanating from the little body in his arms suddenly made him feel a little warmer.

"Come here, Father." Kangxi looked at Yinreng's thin figure and extended his hand to his youngest son.

"No." Cheng'an finally saw his second brother. He was not willing to leave his arms so quickly. He turned his head away and didn't look at Kangxi.

Yinreng never thought that there would be someone who dared to say no to the emperor. Even though he knew that he was probably too young to understand what imperial power was, he still felt happy in his heart and at the same time developed some good feelings towards him.

"Are you here for something?" After Yinreng tightened his hold on the child a little, he finally spoke the first sentence to Kangxi.

When Kangxi saw that he didn't even call him "Emperor Father", he knew that he must be blaming himself, but when he thought about what he had done in the past, he felt a little unhappy.

However, since his son was already like this, what else could he do? He could only suppress his emotions and said, "I came to see you."

Yinreng guessed that he came here probably because he heard the news of Hongjin's death. He felt ironic when he thought that he had to rely on his son's life to get a little attention from him.

Thinking that if Hongjin had not been imprisoned in this small Xian'an Palace at a young age and had been frustrated because of his father, he might not have died so early, Yinreng's resentment deepened.

"I am fine, your humble servant." He called himself "your humble servant" in a cold and hard tone, clearly trying to poke Kangxi's heart.

Sure enough, when Kangxi heard this, his expression did not show, but the hand behind his back gradually clenched.

That's all...

Kangxi took one last look at his son, then left with a wave of his sleeves.

When he reached the door, Yinreng finally reacted. He squatted down and tried to put the child in his arms, but he still held her tightly.

"I... I am no longer the crown prince, you..." Before Yinreng could finish his sarcastic words, he met his clear eyes and could not say the rest.

He stopped talking, but Cheng'an remembered that when he was in the egg, it seemed that his second brother promised to help him build a big palace under the sea, so he called out "brother" and babbled.

It was obvious that they had never met before. Yinreng didn't know why this younger brother was so close to him, but children's feelings are always pure. Although he didn't understand what he said, he was a little touched by his affectionate call of "brother".

No matter what, this was not a suitable place for him to stay. Yinreng gently pulled his little hand off and pushed him towards the door: "You should leave. Be careful not to be locked up here too."

After hearing his words, Cheng An tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then stuck to him again, but did not mention the "underwater palace" again.

Seeing that he still refused to leave, Yinreng simply stood up and walked back.

After entering the main hall, Yinreng sat down directly at the table, then picked up the wine jug on the table and drank.

Ever since he was imprisoned, he liked to drink whenever he was in a bad mood. This was the wine he asked someone to bring after he heard that his third son Hongjin had passed away, but he didn't have time to drink it because of Kangxi's arrival.

After Yinreng raised his hand and took two sips of wine, all kinds of emotions instantly surged into his heart, and the corners of his eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.

After he left, Cheng An caught up with him without much hesitation, and when he came in, he saw him drinking.

He had seen Yinzhi and Yin'e drinking at a palace banquet before. When he climbed over the threshold and smelled the familiar odor, he immediately trotted over, lay on Yinreng's lap, and looked at him curiously.

When Yinreng felt the weight on his legs, he lowered his head and met a pair of dark eyes.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Cheng An's answer was to climb up his legs using both hands and feet.

He looked to be no more than one year old. Yinreng couldn't understand why the emperor father would take such a young child away and even leave him with him. After frowning, he was finally afraid that he would fall, so he reached out and lifted him into his arms.

Returning to his arms, Cheng An tilted his head and looked curiously at the wine pot in his other hand: "Brother, what is it?"

"It's wine." Yinreng answered and tilted his head back to take another sip.

Cheng'an sniffed it with his little nose, and when he finished drinking, he suddenly reached out to grab the wine jug, wanting to taste what it tasted like.

Even if Yinreng had no common sense, he knew that a child of this age definitely couldn't drink alcohol, so he quickly raised his hand and held the wine jug high.

"Brother, eat." Cheng An pointed at his little mouth.

Seeing that he wanted to drink at such a young age, Yinreng shook his head and said, "You can't drink."

Cheng An didn't understand why he couldn't drink, so he stood up on his legs and reached for the wine jug.

I don't know where he got the confidence from. Yinreng had a cold face throughout the whole process. This cold face was even different from Yinzhen's. It came from the coldness of being so sad that there is nothing more cold than a dead heart. However, he was not afraid at all and dared to be unrestrained in someone's arms.

It was the first time that Yinreng had seen such a brave child. However, this little thing was soft everywhere, and he felt he didn't dare to use even a little force. He felt helpless for a moment.

For a moment, Yinreng couldn't help but wonder if he was too annoying that the emperor couldn't help but throw him over.

Although he felt that he was annoying, Yinreng did not make any big moves. After hiding for a while, he simply picked him up and put the wine jug on the high treasure pavilion.

Cheng An saw that he couldn't get the wine pot, so he pointed at Duobao Pavilion and said, "Brother, take it."

"If you have the ability, go get it yourself." After saying this, Yinreng picked him up with both hands and put him on the ground.

Given the height of Duobao Pavilion, Cheng'an couldn't reach it even if he stood on a stool. He jumped on the ground with his hands raised, and finally gave up when he realized that he really couldn't reach it.

Yinreng sat on the chair and watched him jumping around like a rabbit. He suddenly became curious as to how such a child could be raised in the palace.

Apart from his appearance, he looked enthusiastic, cheerful and full of spirit, not at all like a child that could be raised in a place full of rules.

After Cheng An gave up taking the wine jug, he turned back to him and stretched out his hands to him again: "Brother, hug me."

After looking at him for a while, Yinreng finally picked him up.

Maybe he was a little tired from dancing in front of Duobao Pavilion just now, so after Cheng'an sat firmly on his lap, he consciously adjusted his posture and leaned into his arms.

Seeing that he was really not at all polite to him, Yinreng couldn't help but pinch his fair face.

The little guy's face is so tender and soft, and it feels so good to pinch it. Normally, not to mention Yin'e and the others, even Kangxi couldn't help pinching it sometimes.

Cheng'an has become accustomed to having his face pinched. He would even actively extend his right cheek after his left cheek was pinched, because he felt that his father and brothers would not be willing to pinch him too hard anyway.

After pinching his left cheek, Yinreng saw him move his right cheek towards him. He was a little slow to react and was a little surprised for a moment.

Yinreng, not knowing that this habit was cultivated by Kangxi and his other brothers, thought that he did so because he was close to him, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

It would be a shame not to pinch the little face that came closer to him. No matter what he was thinking, Yinreng pinched his right cheek twice before letting go.

Not to mention, after pinching the soft little face a few times, the excellent touch made Yinreng feel a little better.

"Your name is Cheng'an?" Yinreng recalled what Kangxi had called him before.

Cheng An nodded: "Yes."

Although Yinreng had not heard the rumors about how favored he was, he could guess that the emperor treated him differently just by the name "Cheng'an".

You know, the only princes who could be given nicknames by the emperor's father, apart from the earlier princes "Chengrui" and "Chenghu" who died young, were the eldest prince Baoqing and his own Baocheng.

Chengrui and his brothers are the emperor's earliest children. The eldest prince is the eldest son in the order of seniority, while he is the legitimate son. They have different meanings to the emperor, so they have nicknames.

Yinreng looked at the person in his arms and guessed that he was probably the youngest son. However, if he was an ordinary youngest son, he would not necessarily receive such treatment. After all, the eighteenth prince was also the youngest son and was even very much loved by the emperor, but he did not have a nickname.

Seeing that his brother suddenly stopped talking, Cheng An lowered his head and opened the pouch on his waist with great effort, took out a piece of milk cake from it and put it to his mouth: "Brother, eat it."

The milk cake in the purse was not prepared by his subordinates, but was packed by him himself. Fortunately, it was not packed for too long and the weather was not too hot, so it still maintained its shape.

Yinreng smelled a milky aroma, lowered his eyes and saw the milk cake in front of him, stretched out his hand to take it and put it back into his mouth: "Eat it yourself."

Seeing that his brother didn't eat, Cheng'an took the milk cake and slowly ate it.

Yinreng smelled the milky fragrance wafting from him and unconsciously reached out to play with the jade pendant on his waist.

The hall suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional sound of Cheng'an chewing on the milk cake.

In the past, when Yinreng stayed alone in the palace, he was quiet most of the time, but that kind of quietness was full of depression, far from being as peaceful as it is now.

After Cheng'an finished eating the milk cake, some residue was inevitably stained on his hands. He smelled the milky aroma and subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to lick it.

When Yinreng saw that his dear prince actually wanted to lick his hands, he instantly came back to his senses. After violently pulling his little hands away from his mouth, he realized that he had no handkerchief nearby, so he had to call someone in.

Although Kangxi left, he left the people who served Cheng'an behind. They were already waiting at the door and quickly brought in a handkerchief.