The Great Fujin's Child-Rearing Diary of Qing Dynasty Transmigration

He Zhuo, the youngest daughter of the Irgen Gioro family, was bestowed a marriage to the 'Eldest Prince' of Emperor Kangxi's lineage.

Her story is about diligently raising childre...

Station 1

It's impossible to tell unless a cultivator has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

He Zhuo obtained this array plate by chance, or more accurately, he almost got it after being murdered and robbed.

At the time, I thought it was rather useless and put it aside, but now I find this array plate quite useful. I guess the craftsman who made this array plate specifically prepared it for cultivators who would be staying in the mortal world for a long time.

Furthermore, this array plate was crafted like a magical artifact, shaped like jewelry for easy wearing.

When opened, it can hold spirit stones for use in operating the array. When retracted, it becomes a small jade pendant with a built-in concealment function.

He Zhuo quite admired this weapon refiner; he was very innovative.

He Zhuo usually puts in high-grade spirit stones, a total of 12, which is enough for a long time.

"Grandmother, I wish you good health and happiness."

A chorus of adorable, baby voices rang out.

Hongyu and Hongfang are both in the capital this time, but Hongyu's wife and Hongfang's wife have come along with them.

They were all noblewomen from Mongolia who had never returned to Mongolia after marrying into the capital. Khoja brought them out this time out of consideration for their homesickness after marrying so far away.

The Mongol princes will come to the hunt so that they can see their relatives.

Sure enough, several of his grandchildren were brought along as well, saying they wanted to introduce them to their maternal uncle.

The two who arrived were Hongyu's eldest son, Yongqiong, and eldest daughter, Eva.

In addition, there is Hongfang's eldest daughter, Mengjie.

After Hongfang's wife came to the capital, she became fascinated with Chinese characters, so she gave her daughter a Chinese name.

He Zhuo's eldest grandson, Yong Cong, is already 7 years old and has started studying in the Imperial Study. He looks like a little adult.

"Grandson greets his grandmother. May you be blessed." He Zhuo touched his tender little face, and he immediately blushed.

He stammered, "Grandmother, the teacher said, 'Boys and girls should not sit together after the age of seven.'"

He Zhuo found the little guy's hesitant and timid expression quite endearing, so he lowered his "magic hand" and let the poor fellow go.

"What do you mean boys and girls shouldn't sit together after the age of seven? You're my eldest grandson, what's the difference between us? You're making your grandmother sad." He Zhuo's face fell, and she pretended to be sad.

Yongqiong was already very familiar with her grandmother's tricks. She sighed softly and leaned her face closer.

"Okay, just for a little while." She looked awkward yet pleased, her eyelashes fluttering, melting He Zhuoxin's heart.

She leaned closer and pulled her younger sister into her grandmother's arms.

Eva, with her two little pigtails and bright, sparkling eyes, melted Hezhuo's heart.

"It's done. Let's prepare the meal."

He Zhuo touched each of his eldest grandson and granddaughter in turn.

“We’re all family, so don’t always have such a long face. This trip is to let you relax and meet your maternal grandparents and uncles.”

“Yongcong, you’re still young, don’t listen to those old scholars. Our family should be close and affectionate.”

The dishes were served one after another.

As they approached the imperial palace, Kangxi stayed at the residences of officials.

However, there wasn't enough room for so many people, so He Zhuo and his group were accommodated at the post station.

"Yes, Grandmother."

He Zhuo stopped her eldest grandson from bowing: "What a fine child, why are you becoming distant from your grandmother just because you're starting school?"

"It's all your father's fault. He pushed you too hard. Let's relax this time."

"You're still young. Don't read after dark, or you'll damage your eyes, which is not worth it. Reading in a swaying carriage will hurt your eyes, you know?"

"I understand, Grandmother."

The three little children sat in a row, and their table manners were impeccable.