However, they found out the next second.

Hongxuan turned around, took a few quick steps, grabbed Jiaming's clothes, tilted his little head up and suggested happily, "Mother, you can make medicinal cuisine, which is good for health. Father won't be tired from eating it."

Jiaming: "..."

She wouldn't do that damn suggestion. Humph, it's all for his father's good. Why doesn't he think about his mother? Making medicinal cuisine is tiring too!

While internally complaining, Jiaming became a little embarrassed at the end, because making medicinal cuisine is not tiring with help; it just takes some time.

Besides, with those deep, dark eyes of the master looking over, how could she possibly utter the words of refusal?

Thus, she could only continue to feel heartbroken, watching how Xuan'er plotted for her father, making her sigh that there was no limit to how heartbreaking it could get.

Because her son, Hongxuan, gave her a suggestion the next day after he went out with his cousins: "Mother, I heard that massage is also good, and it's good for Father."

The implication is that when Father comes home in the evening, after preparing his medicinal meal, you should also give him a massage.

Upon hearing this, Jiaming immediately lied without even blinking, "Mother wouldn't."

"How could that be?" Xiao Hongxuan looked incredulous. "Xuan'er asked Hongtao, and she said you can."

Jiaming glanced accusingly at Hongtao.

Hearts: "..."

When the young master asked, she had no idea that he had this idea.

However, giving the master a massage, such a way of pleasing him, is a good thing.

So, Red Peach gave her master a sweet smile and advised, "Master, this is a good thing, you can't refuse."

“Why not…” Jiaming stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

She glanced at the little brat Hongxuan, whose face was beaming with smugness and whose eyes were full of cunning.

Hongxuan noticed his mother looking at him and threatened, "Tell Father tonight, and Mother will give you a massage." Although he was young, he wasn't an ignorant little child. At least, he could see that his mother always made excuses when it came to Father.

"That's not good. Humph, don't think that just because he's young, he doesn't know that his father is the most important person in the family. Once his father agrees, even if his mother doesn't want to, she has to agree." Thus, those threatening words came out.

Upon hearing this, Jiaming recalled how, after Hongxuan mentioned the medicinal cuisine last night, the master was very dissatisfied with her for not caring for him as much as Hongxuan had, and thus suffered the consequences.

That feeling of being stuck in limbo, neither here nor there, is absolutely awful.

Thinking back to her initiative and boldness in that situation, her face suddenly turned red, feeling hot.

She quickly rubbed her face with both hands, and once she felt it wasn't so hot anymore, she shifted her attention away from last night and started talking to Hongxuan.

Not only did she accept Hongxuan's threat, but she also coaxed him not to talk too much that night and not to reveal the matter, so that the master would think that she had taken the initiative.

After all, she didn't want to be scolded by her master again that night, or experience the same feeling as last night. Although the ending felt good, the process was unpleasant.

For several days in a row, Jiaming served the Fourth Master with medicinal meals and massages.

Even when the Fourth Prince was very busy during the day, he was always the most energetic among his brothers who were just as busy. In Kangxi's eyes, this was because the Fourth Prince was energetic and full of fighting spirit in completing the tasks he was asked to do. He was so proactive and did such a good job, how could he not praise him?