For four days, the twins accompanied their parents to watch the harvest. Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen saw so many people harvesting for the first time, and his eyes lit up. In the field, tall stalks of rice were placed, while servants from Xinjiang, along with many maids, began picking cotton.

Qingyan was curious and wanted to go down and try it, but Yin stopped her directly.

“I’ll send you and your daughter down next autumn when the harvest comes. It’s not possible now. Don’t you even know if these people can really be trusted?” Yin was very worried. If Qingyan and Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen were harmed, Yin would never forgive himself.

“Father, I’m sure I’ll be fine!” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen was very curious.

"Listen to me!" Yiken said directly, and Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen immediately quieted down. In Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen's eyes, Yiken was far more intimidating than Yin.

Pfft!

Qingyan laughed out loud. Outsiders all say that Yin is a strict father, but in front of Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen, Yin doesn't respect him at all and seems like a kind father.

“Father, can you say a few words to your sister?” Yiken’e was immediately annoyed.

In front of him and Hafeng, Yin was absolutely the one who had the final say; but in front of Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen, as long as his daughter acted coquettishly, Yin had no choice but to surrender.

"Alright, with you, Ah Hun, keeping things in check, Father doesn't need to restrain you anymore." Yin directly shifted the blame.

Qingyan laughed as he watched the conversation between the father and son. Yin only hoped that Yiken'e would have the awareness to protect Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen from a young age. They would not be able to accompany their child for too long in the end, and if anything happened to Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen, Yiken'e would have to help.

Yiken sighed. She knew what her parents meant. To prevent herself from slacking off, Yin had always used this method to spur herself on.

"Father, how much cotton can there be?" Yiken asked directly. He looked at the white cotton tufts and was curious to see what they would look like when they turned into cotton.

Yin shook his head: "I don't know either!"

Yiken was surprised. It turned out that there were things Yin didn't know.

"Father, should these things be handed over to the Emperor?" Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen thought that the Emperor would definitely make offerings to them.

"Of course, we've made a set of cotton-padded clothes for your grandfather and grandmother as a token of our appreciation!" Yin nodded readily.

The banquet arrangements had already been made. Emperor Kangxi and Consort Tong would send gifts everywhere. Moreover, if there was an abundance of cotton, some could be given to the wives as well. Although the gifts were not many, they were a token of their goodwill.

"Before our autumn break, didn't Mafa say that he wanted to wear cotton clothes made from the cotton we grow?" Yiken'e turned to look at her younger sister.

Inside the palace, there were countless fine furs waiting for Emperor Kangxi to wear, all in the hope of receiving tributes from his descendants.

“Hehe, of course I remember, that’s what Grandma Ma said, so we can definitely do it!” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen clenched his fist.

Qingyan watched the children interact with a smile, while Yinze worried that Qingyan and the two little ones had been making promises about who they would share the cotton with, and whether the three of them would be unhappy if the cotton yield was low.

Su Peisheng kept moving between the fields and the tent, personally telling Yin about the situation in the fields.

It is said that cotton farmers find it strange that the cotton grown here is better than that grown locally, and the cotton bolls are much larger.

After hearing Su Peisheng's words, Qingyan tilted her little face up toward Yin, looking like she wanted praise.

Yin was speechless. Qingyan was not composed enough in front of the children.

"Alright, think about it, who else should we give it to?" Yin noticed that the Empress Dowager was not among the people the mother and her two sons were supposed to give it to.

“And there’s Angguma Mama,” Yiken suddenly recalled the candidates and realized that the Empress Dowager had been overlooked. “Father, Mother always said that Angguma Mama used to be very kind to us. When we were in the palace, Angguma Mama rarely got close to us.”

Yin understood that, in order to avoid suspicion, the Empress Dowager's family had written many letters since Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen grew up, asking the Empress Dowager to help mediate and arrange for Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen to marry into the Khorchin. The Empress Dowager did not want her beloved child to go to such a far place.

“Your Angguma Grandmother did this for your own good. If she loved you, then she would have done it for you.” Yin sighed, realizing that the Empress Dowager had truly gone to great lengths.

"Are you afraid I'll be targeted by those Mongolians?" Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen smiled bitterly. If Ahhun went, Angguma would be very happy and would often give Ahhun things, and also give herself some.

Each time he returned home, Hutulifengshengzhalafin looked at his gifts, which were even more valuable than those given to Yikene, and were basically the sizes that the Empress Dowager liked the most.

"Therefore, you must be even more filial!" Qingyan patted his daughter's head.

"Mother, why don't you go and deliver the cotton-padded clothes yourself? If you go, we can go too!" Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen wanted to make the Empress Dowager happy.

Inside the palace, the Empress Dowager's smile only reached her eyes when she saw the third generation of children. After the twins passed away, the Empress Dowager would dismiss the servants and speak to the two of them.

He pretended to be indifferent on the outside, but in reality, he cared about them a lot.

“Granny Su said that we shouldn’t go to Cining Palace too often. Unless she comes to call us herself, we should have Granny Ma go with us no matter who comes to call us!” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen said directly.

Yin and Qingyan exchanged a glance. The Empress Dowager had already begun to take precautions. Could it be that the Mongols were getting restless?

"What should we do about Sisi?" Qingyan looked at Yin with concern. If his daughter was really wronged, Yin would definitely be unhappy.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Yin squeezed Qingyan's hand and said, "I won't let Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen get hurt."

Yin pondered that if he reported the matter of interbreeding to the emperor and used it as leverage to ask Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen for marriage, he hoped to directly seize the initiative in his own hands.

Emperor Kangxi valued the Qing Dynasty too much; it's hard to guarantee that he wouldn't sell out Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen for the sake of the Qing.

"It would be better if the power to grant the marriage were transferred to me. I cannot do this myself. I will discuss it with my elder brother when he arrives." Yin thought of Songkri Yierha.

These two sisters grew up together, and it would be a pity if they were separated by a great distance when they got married.

Qingyan nodded. She got along well with Yingenjueluo, and if she could help, she wouldn't hesitate.