On the third day, Emperor Kangxi issued an edict to return to the capital. Qingyan was packed up in her sleep. When she woke up, the carriage had already left Suzhou.

She lay fuming on the cushion, listening to the noises outside.

Yesterday, Yincai said that Kangxi was preparing to return to the capital today. Before dawn, Qingyan once again got into the carriage without any decorum.

"Get up!" Yin heard the voice from inside the screen, walked around the screen and came in, and found Qingyan sitting on the cushion with the quilt, looking very dissatisfied.

She caught a glimpse of Yin's figure and turned her head away haughtily.

"Get up and eat quickly!" Yin patted her little head.

She looked up and saw Yin standing against the light, his body slightly leaning forward. His resolute face was bathed in sunlight, as if edged with gold. His eyes revealed a hint of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Suddenly, Si Si was bewildered by her tenderness. Could this be the head pat?

Yin smiled knowingly. He knew what Qingyan liked best and would often tease her about it.

"Hmph!" After calming down, Qingyan blushed. His gentle eyes and deep voice made her completely powerless against him.

Yin sat on the armchair by the bed, watching Su Lan change Xiao Guai's clothes. Every day, she wore the everyday clothes he had personally designed for her, along with the headdress he had personally designed in his spare time, and he felt full of strength.

Protected by his power, he fulfilled the promise he had made to Feiyangu.

"Little Darling, after returning to the capital, close the door to all visitors!" Yin planned to submit a memorial to his father, the Emperor, before entering the capital, requesting a period of rest.

There have been too many changes in the court officials in Jiangnan. Although he really wanted to get his hands on that piece of the pie, he had to avoid suspicion under the watchful eye of the Crown Prince.

Yin and he discussed it on horseback and decided that they absolutely should not get involved.

During this trip to Jiangnan, both Yin and his safety were threatened. The most troublesome thing was that Songkelierha was frightened and often had nightmares in the middle of the night, as was Qingyan.

"Huh?!" Qingyan was stunned. Closing the door to visitors meant he couldn't even see his mother anymore!?

Yay!

On her return journey, she was always in a particularly heavy mood. Every time she went out, Lady Jue Luo would visit her the day after she returned home.

Because of filial piety, my heart was filled with bitterness, yet I still had to greet my mother with a smile.

"yes!"

Yin had no good feelings towards the Jue Luo clan. They had once harmed Xiao Guai. Now that Jue Luo's own nephew had fallen from grace in Jiangnan, she would definitely beg them for help.

"Then..." Qingyan hesitated. If he didn't do as Jue Luo said, it might cause trouble for Yin, and then he would be in a very passive position.

Yin placed a soup dumpling on Qingyan's plate while gently coaxing her.

In front of outsiders, she maintained the airs of a princess consort, like a model of propriety, never giving outsiders any reason to criticize her.

When they were together, she depended on him just like she did when she was a child.

"Father-in-law will handle it!" After all, Jue Luo was a member of the imperial clan, and Fei Yanggu could not abandon her.

Qingyan lowered her head and ate voraciously. Last night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, hoping to wake up and enter the carriage, but the cunning Sisi suppressed her on the spot.

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When the carriage arrived at the campsite, the advance team had already set up tents and was waiting for Kangxi and his entourage to arrive.

Qingyan helped Sulan down from the carriage using a stool, but then she heard a quarrel. She turned around and saw that the Crown Prince and the Third Prince Yinzhi had come with their families.

In Yin's residence, the servants who used to kneel as horse stools were replaced with horse stools.

The Crown Prince and the Third Prince's residences were different. Just now, the Crown Prince's newly acquired Mongolian concubine almost twisted her ankle because she didn't step properly. Instantly, the concubine cracked her whip.

Qingyan coldly watched the scene before her; the servant's back was covered in bloody welts from being whipped.

The concubine holding the whip was only sixteen years old. Her fair skin did not resemble that of a woman of Mongolian descent. Her angry eyes were brown, and her lips curled up in a cold smile.

"Gegenhas!" The Crown Prince approached from a distance, his anger rising at the sight of his charming concubine, and quickly intervened. "Come back with me."

Upon hearing this, Qingyan was taken aback.

This girl, who's as fiery as a charcoal fire, is actually named Mingyu.

Suddenly, the image of the Eighth Prince's wife from the television appeared in her mind. In many novels, the Eighth Prince's wife is named Mingyu. Instantly, she felt completely disoriented.

"Let's go!" After regaining her composure, Qingyan led Sulan and the others away first. Her red boots caught Gegenhas's eye.

In the tribe, Gegenhas was the most favored, and no one else would wear similar clothes and shoes to her.

"etc!"

Qingyan seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.

Soon, a red figure blocked her way. By this time, the Crown Prince had already turned and left. Dong Eshi did not mention Gegenhas Qingyan's identity; she simply stood beside the carriage, waiting to watch the show.

"Who are you?!" Gegenhas knew that this was not the grassland, nor the tribe, so he had to find out the other party's identity before he could question him.

Qingyan smiled, thinking, "Is this girl a good-for-nothing?"

She wore a jade pendant that symbolized her status as the primary wife; no one with discernment would ask such a foolish question.

Gegenhas was accompanied by concubines brought from Mongolia, who were unaware of the Manchu social hierarchy.

"What's it to you?" Qingyan looked at the person in front of her.

As Qingyan finished speaking, she walked around Gegenhas and prepared to leave when a hand holding a whip blocked her way.

“You must change your boots!” Gergenhaas considered himself the most suitable person to wear red, and the woman in front of him… was provoking him.

Qingyan curled the corners of her lips. A mere concubine, yet she dares to covet the crimson robe?

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