Upon hearing this, the Fourth Princess Consort's expression changed constantly, and her face became quite interesting.

"This, Madam, is there something wrong with this?" Granny Liu asked cautiously, while Liu Hong and the others beside her also looked at the Fourth Madam with suspicion.

"No, of course not. Luck, that's luck! If that Guarjia woman is a lucky person, then her future—being a concubine won't be the end for her, will it...?"

"At most, she'll be a concubine, so please don't worry, Your Highness."

“You don’t understand.” The princess shook her head, her face still showing worry. Her worry wasn’t about her position as the fourth princess, but about her future position as the high and mighty Empress Dowager.

Unlike the Fujin, Liu Mama and the others didn't know that the Fourth Prince would ascend the throne, so they didn't understand what the Fujin was worried about. They only knew the rules of the Qing Dynasty: a concubine could not be promoted to the position of principal wife, and Guarjia Shi could never become a Fujin. "Besides, you are still well, and you still have the First Prince. As long as the First Prince is well, the Master is a man of propriety and etiquette, how could he possibly surpass the First Prince... Furthermore, Guarjia Shi may have some luck, but you, Fujin, are even luckier. After all, you are the Fujin, and she is only a concubine."

"You and I are luckier?" Clearly, Liu Mama's words reached the Fourth Princess's ears. Before anyone could answer, she muttered to herself, "That's right, I am indeed luckier. Otherwise, how could I have been reborn, and how could my Hui'er..."

As the Fourth Princess Consort spoke, Liu Mama and the others looked at each other, unable to make out what she was saying at the end.

And so, without Jiaming's knowledge, the Fujin's murderous intent towards her vanished.

As for Hesheli, her murderous intent remained, but it was useless for her; she was currently all alone, with no one to command her.

However, she felt that she might be able to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, since when she returned, it wasn't just her who had murderous intentions towards Guarjia, but also the Fujin (principal wife). The Fujin was different from her; she had ability and connections.

She waited and waited, but nothing happened at Taoyuan. Guarjia was doing very well.

Could it be that the Fujin (principal wife) didn't take action? That's unlikely. Perhaps she already did, but her methods are too sophisticated to be detected.

The more Hesheli thought about it in her mind, the more likely it seemed. After all, the Fujin was cunning and ruthless. Moreover, the more she imagined it, the more she feared the Fujin, and her murderous intent towards Jiaming shifted to the Fujin.

After all, even if the Guarjia clan falls, the Fujin (principal wife) and her eldest son are still there. Only by bringing down the Fujin and her eldest son will the concubines and their offspring have a greater chance.

But that's a story for later. The day after returning to the manor, news came from the neighboring manor that the Eighth Prince's wife had been punished, but Lady Wang had not been punished and had even been rewarded and appeased by the Eighth Prince.

In the Qianqing Palace, one of the first places to receive the news, Kangxi gave a light chuckle and casually tossed aside the memorial in his hand at his desk.

Seeing this, Li Dequan felt sorry for the Eighth Prince. Clearly, the master was dissatisfied with the Eighth Prince's handling of what happened yesterday!

He couldn't help but sigh that the matter was settled so hastily by only punishing the Eighth Prince's wife. Anyone with common sense would know that there was something fishy going on in what happened yesterday; otherwise, why would the Eighth Prince's wife have gone so crazy?

Sure enough, after a short while, the master snorted coldly and continued, "In order to cover up more scandals and not tarnish his family's reputation, the Eighth Prince's wife took the blame. The Eighth Prince even handles family matters so perfunctorily. It is probably because of his handling of important matters that he has such a good reputation for being 'virtuous'."

Hearing his master say this, Li Dequan felt even more sorry for the Eighth Prince. He had left such an impression on his master. What a pity!

"By the way, the Eighth Prince's wife has always been strong-willed. This time, she took the blame, but she didn't make a fuss?" Kangxi said, pointing to the memorial on the desk and looking at Li Dequan, "Did you think it wasn't important, so you didn't report it?"

Although Kangxi asked the question in a normal tone, Li Dequan felt immense pressure. He quickly bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, this servant will send someone to report back. However, this servant thinks they don't have the guts to do so."

A short while later, the messenger arrived, bowed to Emperor Kangxi, and then gave his reply.

“The Eighth Prince’s wife didn’t make a scene, because if this matter ended with her, it would have a greater impact on the Eighth Prince.”

Upon hearing this, a glint of oil flashed in Kangxi's eyes. "Who?"

"He Zhu, who is by Eighth Master's side."

"Ha," Kangxi scoffed, "Isn't that exactly what Lao Ao meant!"

After he finished speaking, the hall remained silent for a long time; even breathing was barely audible.

After a long silence, Kangxi finally said, "Eighth Prince's wife, apart from being a bit jealous, is a good person. She's on Eighth Prince's side!"

Then, Kangxi waved his hand, and Li Dequan understood, leading the person who had given the reply out.

Taoyuan

Jiaming received the news not too late. After hearing it, she couldn't help but speak up for the Eighth Prince's wife: "The Eighth Prince's wife is really unlucky. She's taking the blame for this. It's really not worth it!"

Immediately, she hesitated before saying, "Eighth Master... sigh," and then shook her head, saying, "If it were our master, he wouldn't have handled it the way Eighth Master did." Then she added a flirtatious comment, "That Wang Shi got off easy, there was no follow-up," and then dropped the matter.

She continued to tease the pink and tender baby in her arms. The little guy was babbling something, making strong fists and moving his legs. He was so cute.

"Mua!" Jiaming couldn't help but kiss the guy's chubby hand again.

Hongjing, who was kissed, immediately laughed and pouted as if he wanted to kiss her back.

Seemingly because he couldn't get a kiss, he became anxious, waving his arms and legs vigorously and making excited babbling sounds, as if he was trying to kiss someone.

Jiaming, with a mischievous intent, pretended not to understand. As a result, the fellow became even more anxious, and in his excited babbling, he suddenly uttered a sound that resembled "hand".

"Sigh, you've already started talking!" As she spoke, she wanted him to continue saying "hand" as clearly as possible, but the guy got angry, puffed out his cheeks, turned his neck away, and didn't even look at Jiaming.

Since they were both angry, Jiaming quickly put her hand to the guy's mouth to coax him.

He was a man with a rather strong temper. At first, he didn't buy into Jiaming's act at all, turning his neck this way and that way, just to avoid her hand.

Fortunately, after some gentle coaxing and a kiss, the guy stopped being angry.

Seeing this, Jiaming, somewhat annoyed, stuck out her index finger and tapped Ling's nose.

But as she was about to withdraw her hand, it was attacked.

When she felt something wet on the back of her hand, she was taken aback. Looking closer, she saw a smug gleam in the big eyes of the child in her arms.

Jiaming: "..."