After a night's rest, Kangxi ordered the march to begin. The Mongol princes hurriedly packed their belongings, preparing to fight alongside Kangxi.

Fei Yanggu's face was gloomy, and everyone was extremely obsequious to him. Perhaps Qingyan's things had caught the eye of these high-ranking princes. All of this was observed by the carriage curtain. Qingyan was still asleep, and when she went out, it was Yin who wrapped her in a quilt. The little girl's every move was under close scrutiny.

Sitting in his imperial carriage, Kangxi was quite pleased with Fei Yanggu's respectful demeanor. Qingyan's every move was proper and proper. That brat Yin had indeed found a good wife.

"Lanya, you said that Xiao Si is so gentle to Qingyan, but he looks extremely disdainful to me, his father." Kangxi felt even more distressed when he thought about his fourth son's behavior.

He hadn't expected his son to react with such a double standard. Kangxi's jealous expression made Lanya laugh heartily. Every time she and Yin were close, Kangxi would get jealous, and Yin would leave the palace early—all because of his petty jealousy.

"Qingyan brought Yin a lot of joy, but you, besides giving him the cold shoulder, didn't you show him any affection?" Consort Tong liked the warmth between the father and son in Chengqian Palace. It was the affection between an ordinary father and son, without the involvement of royal power struggles.

"Hmph!" Kangxi snorted coldly.

Inside the carriage, Yin sneezed twice. Who on earth was talking about him?

He held the Four Books in one hand, reviewing them, while watching Qingyan's sleeping face. He already knew the Four Books and Five Classics by heart. He had to admit that his memory in this life was much better than in the previous life; he could even remember some things after just one glance.

Yin, being Zang Zhuo, did not reveal this side of himself, but Qing Yan knew it. She used the spiritual pills in her space to strengthen Yin's physique and incidentally enhance his memory.

"Little darling, it's time to get up." Yin called to Qingyan. He felt that the carriage was moving faster and faster. It seemed that the situation on Galdan's side was urgent and there was absolutely no time to lose.

Qingyan rubbed her eyes; Sisi's voice was so alluring. Her usually cold face flushed pink. Her small, tender lips... she pounced and decisively kissed her.

Yin Heixian, holding Qingyan dressed as a silkworm pupa, washed her face with warm water and applied the lotion she had specified.

These were all things Qingyan came up with herself; she had a whole system... uh... skincare products, yes, skincare products were delivered to Consort Tong.

Qingyan prepared a lot of food, including fruit masks, etc. White flour is very expensive on the grassland and is called pearl powder, so Qingyan had to take a small jar from her space and place it in the corner of the carriage.

"Wow!" Qingyan's eyes lit up as she looked at the breakfast on the small tea table—the bright red tripe and lamb offal soup... Aww...

Yin anticipated that Qingyan would like it. The tripe and mutton offal soup were specially made for Qingyan by the Hui chef, while the sesame seed cakes were made by the Emperor's imperial chef. Qingyan, this little foodie, used the whole sheep except for the skin. The mutton bone soup was also slowly simmering. It would be a good choice to reward those on duty to ward off the cold.

The Mongolian princes looked at Qingyan as if he were looking at a gold mine. Things they didn't care about were all used by Qingyan. The sheep heads that they had been discarding were made into braised sheep heads by Qingyan, which were used as snacks with alcohol by the servants. Some of the sheep intestines were made into essential ingredients for hot pot, and the rest were dried and made into ropes for rolling things, according to Qingyan's method.

There is practically no waste in her hands.

"They only roasted a whole lamb, wasting all the internal organs. Try this, juicy roasted lamb kidneys!" Qingyan blinked her big eyes and flatteringly placed the lamb kidneys near Sisi's mouth. Yesterday, Qingyan secretly told Consort Tong about the recipe, but unexpectedly, the Emperor found out and bestowed it all on the princes' tables. Something that everyone resisted became a desirable delicacy under his watchful eye.

Yin frowned as he ate it. Sure enough, it looked oily but tasted quite smooth and tender. When he got on the carriage, many people said that the porridge made with mutton bone soup would fill him up and keep him warm.

"Here, Father Emperor, here are two gold ingots for you. These two dishes are excellent." Yin took out two gleaming gold ingots from his purse. These were the ones he had given to Qingyan that morning. Li Dequan saw that Qingyan was still half asleep, so he had him express his gratitude on his behalf.

"Hmph, I like to eat, it's not shameful!" Qingyan's two chubby little paws gripped the ingot tightly, her big eyes crinkling with laughter, looking like a greedy little fox.

Yin ate the sesame seed cake, while the mutton offal soup was quite good, without that strong muttony smell. Even Consort Tong, who doesn't eat much mutton, drank a bowl.

"What are we having for lunch? Didn't we say we were going hunting?" The night before, Yin had been excitedly saying that they would be hunting in the morning.

"There are wild geese and doves, all alive," Yin said, adding that there were also dozens of sheep waiting to be gathered up in the back.

Qingyan nodded her little head, wondering what was so delicious about those things.

etc!

Wild dove... Why does that name sound so familiar?

“Pheasant,” Yin replied.

Immediately, Qingyan covered her face; it was truly embarrassing!

"Hmph, a prostitute is a chicken." Qingyan spat out four words, and Yin immediately spat out his mutton soup. "Ugh, Fourth Prince, you're disgusting!"

Yin's desperate coughing, accompanied by Qingyan's sweet scolding, came from the carriage. When Fuquan heard it, he couldn't help but smile. He would definitely share with Kangxi later how long it had been since Yin had acted so childishly.

"Shut up! Don't talk while eating or sleeping!" Yin was annoyed. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He then pinched her cheek with his right hand. "You dare say anything!"

Fuquan didn't care, but Qingyan's words were insulting without using any vulgar language. That was quite amusing; back then, wasn't Bogul's mother someone whom the Emperor had no choice but to marry after being flattered by Dorgon and others, like a wild dove entering his tent?

They harbored a deep hatred for Bogur; if it weren't for him, their childhood wouldn't have been so tragic. Fortunately, Bogur had no children; otherwise, the brothers would never have let him die peacefully.

"Qingyan, you can say this to me, but one of Anggumafa's concubines became a Khan's consort precisely because of her reputation for having a wild dove enter her tent." Qingyan's little head suddenly clicked. Among Huang Taiji's consorts, there was indeed such a person, who was also Emperor Shunzhi's rival in love.

"I was wrong!" Qingyan's face immediately fell; she was genuinely annoyed.

Yin stroked her hair and continued to coax her to start eating. Qingyan made a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) with her homemade cold dishes and chunks of mutton.

He secretly regretted that Qingyan would probably be furious if she knew that all the mustard and wood ear fungus she made had been devoured by Emperor Kangxi.