However, Consort Yi did not care and continued, "Besides, the fifth prince has given me three grandsons. Two were born to Consort Guarjia and one to Consort Liujia. None of them have a legitimate grandson or even a legitimate granddaughter."

"Not to mention, like Consort Hui, who has a grandson by her side. I'm so envious."

What Consort Yi said was true. Few of the four consorts and six concubines in the palace did not envy Consort Hui. As they grew older, they had long since lost the emperor's favor and could no longer enjoy the happiness of having children and grandchildren around them in the palace.

He Zhuo showed no outward expression, but inwardly he thought with disdain: You and your son both reject the Fifth Prince's wife. The Fifth Prince's wife is nothing more than a mascot in the Fifth Prince's mansion; she can't even manage the inner courtyard.

How are people supposed to reproduce? Can a person reproduce with air?

However, He Zhuo, the younger generation, could not say this; he simply fed some fruit to Little Eight Fatty.

"Mother Consort Yi, Father Emperor brought the princesses out this time. Has he taken a liking to any of them?" He Zhuo got to the point.

In the few days since Consort Yi arrived, she has been taking the princesses to meet the Mongolian princesses and consorts, and she knows a bit about these consorts, but she is unaware of the princesses' marriages.

Consort Yi told the truth.

"I have met quite a few Mongolian princesses and consorts these days. If you ask me about their situation, I might be able to tell you a thing or two. However, if you ask about the princesses' marriages, that is not something I can know. Only His Majesty knows."

He smiled, took the little fat boy from Xiao Ba, and let him play on the recliner by himself.

"Of course, it's all up to Father Emperor to decide. I'm also a mother, so I always want to know more."

He Zhuo waved his round fan.

"I heard that the eldest princess was previously proposed to by which family? Oh, I remember now, it was Taiji Ming'an of Khorchin who proposed to marry the eldest princess of the Zhi Prince's family for his second son."

He Zhuo did not deny it: "It is true. When Consort Yi's mother met their Fujin, what was she like?"

Consort Yi recalled for a moment: "She didn't talk much, but seemed easy to get along with."

In fact, He Zhuo had already investigated this family. Asking Consort Yi was just asking a few more questions; he always cared about his own daughter.

"Actually, I'm more worried about my second daughter."

"Second Princess? Isn't this the eldest princess you gave birth to?" Consort Yi had no recollection of her.

"Yes, the eldest princess is my biological daughter. This time I brought four princesses, all of similar age. The second, third, and fourth princesses were all born in the 29th year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign."

“I remember the twin princesses in your household,” Consort Yi recalled.

"I'm not too worried about them, but the Second Princess is delicate, quiet and gentle, and likes embroidery and reading, but not horseback riding or archery, so I'm worried..."

Everyone understands what was left unsaid: she was worried that the woman wouldn't adapt well to life on the grasslands and that she might have problems soon after getting married.

Consort Yi understood.

"You're not worried about your own daughter, but you're concerned about someone else's," Consort Yi teased.

"They all call me their mother, and they've always been very filial," He Zhuo said with a smile.

"My little treasure is lively and lovable, and she excels in riding and archery. Besides, with your uncle and me around, if our children suffer any injustice, I will definitely go and confront them."

Consort Yi looked incredulous.

He Zhuo doesn't need others to believe him; he only needs to know it himself.

The chubby boy had already fallen asleep while playing by himself.

"Alright, you're asleep. I'm going back to lie down for a while." Consort Yi pointed at Little Eight Fatty.

"Farewell to Concubine Yi"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Consort Yi." Because Xiao Ba was asleep, everyone spoke much softer.

After Consort Yi left, He Zhuo Qing picked up Xiao Ba, walked back to the tent, and cuddled Xiang Xiang's son for a good night's sleep.