A busy spring

Li Jiashi was also unlucky. Given her family background, she wasn't rich, but she was not bad either. If she were outside, she would have been a mistress of a household. But in the palace, she could only be a concubine to the crown prince. If it weren't for the order from above, she wouldn't have been in charge of her own sons. There were some things that her sons didn't think were appropriate in the palace, but she couldn't say anything to them. It was really pitiful.

Shujia had selfish motives in handing Hongyang over to her. To be frank, a child who isn't your biological child is a hot potato. Raising him well is nothing, but you're the legal mother. If you don't raise him well, you'll be guilty. Even if you don't say it to her face, people will say you're mean behind her back. Once you have your own child, the comparison becomes even more apparent. People who are overly cautious often end up working hard but still end up being treated poorly. Hongyang wasn't in good health, and if anything happened to him, it would be a crime.

Shujia didn't want this to happen. The people of Yuqing Palace couldn't afford to do anything that would give them a reason to criticize. So what if she was being kind? But she still had to ask about the things she should ask about, lest she be accused of deliberately spoiling her illegitimate son.

Shujia's relationship with her two illegitimate children was quite good. These days, especially in the palace, the separation of legitimate and illegitimate children was so commonplace that it was impossible not to treat it as normal. Strictly speaking, Li Jiashi wasn't even a concubine, so it was more legitimate for the Crown Princess to care for these two children. A mother's care for her sons was truly natural.

Yinreng was pleased to see this scene. After all, it was best for the mistress to fulfill her responsibilities. He also tacitly approved of handing Hongyang over to Li Jiashi. After all, his eldest son was in poor health, and his biological mother might be more attentive. He still hoped Shujia would take on more responsibility for matters like discipline.

Seeing Shujia taking charge, Yinreng could only offer his support. He also felt that the child's education truly needed attention. Having a mother watching over him was indeed effective, and Li Jiashi was clearly not satisfactory in this regard. He had forgotten that palace maids, before anything else, taught a child the "master's manners," and Li Jiashi was not allowed to challenge palace rules. Forget Xu Yuanmeng; anyone else would have been a servant of the imperial family.

Yinreng had been through this as a child, and with Kangxi, the jailer who cared most about this, his pretentiousness was honed to the extreme. But now, feeling he had come to his senses and turned over a new leaf, he quickly began to act like a feather duster or flashlight, shining the light on others instead of himself.

After thinking for a while, he said to Shujia with a fierce face: "You are right about this matter. Fortunately, we discovered it early. If we continue like this, they will tear the roof off the house and I will have to call the family law!"

We don't have any family rules! We do have a copy of the Great Qing Code! Shujia muttered inwardly, wanting to respond to his words. She glanced at the two bastards with their heads drooping and said softly, "That's true, but it's not entirely their fault."

Yinreng's glare was quite powerful. Shujia thought he was just being funny, but Hongyang and Hongxi both shrank back. So pitiful... Hongyang was only six and a half, and Hongxi was five years younger, neither old enough to distinguish right from wrong. Such intimidation could easily leave a psychological scar.

He reached out and patted their heads. "I didn't tell them before, so how can I blame them? I was anxious because someone was talking nonsense. I shouldn't have told them these things now. I originally discussed this with you. I can't control where they study, so I was just asking you to go and take a look."

Yinreng glanced at his son and said, "Don't listen to this nonsense anymore! Do you hear me?"

Hongyang and Hongxi shrank their necks again and said in unison, "Son, I understand."

What can you possibly understand? Those who are saying this haven't explained it clearly. Shujia asked, "Which of the uncles who studied with you is not older than you? Could it be that they all don't know these things? Look at them, which one is disrespectful to the master?" Seeing that the children still didn't understand, she had no choice but to say, "Just remember one thing: offending the master will bring you harm."

Thinking about it, it seems not. The child seemed to understand, but he did remember the words. Yinreng, however, gritted his teeth. He had another old debt to repay. As the crown prince, although he seemed humble towards his teachers, he was actually more arrogant than the average prince. Those who could serve as the crown prince's teachers were probably great scholars, some of whom were important officials at the court. Their reputations were not ordinary, and in the end, they were not close to him. Why didn't anyone tell me when I was a child that "offending your teacher will bring you trouble"?

"Talk to them properly." With that, Yinreng ran off. No, he needed to find a quiet place to think things over. It wasn't just this one thing, but other discoveries as well. He had to ponder a question: had he been so careless in the past that he'd caused many people he should have been close to to distance themselves from him?

Shujia also has to give the two children some ideological and moral lessons. After all, she is not their biological mother, and she has to rub their hands three times after slapping them.

Shujia sighed. She had never encountered a situation like this before. Back at her mother's house, she'd occasionally interacted with Guanyinbao. They were siblings from the same mother, so there were no obstacles. Now that she had Fatty, a biological son, she had no concerns. Fatty wasn't yet at the age where she needed to be lectured on everything.

Leading the two with drooping ears, they sat on the kang together. Shujia began to explain to them patiently, and first had to excuse Yinreng: "Your father is also doing this for your own good. It's better to speak out in our family than to let others know..."

Not only is being a stepmother not an easy job, even being a legitimate mother is difficult.

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It is much easier to do it to your own son.

"Don't do anything, let him do it himself." Sitting aside with a smile, the morning light was just beginning to appear. Shujia had already had breakfast with Yinreng. Yinreng had gone to attend government affairs, so Shujia had the time to torment her son.

It's said that learning to dress and feed oneself from a young age not only helps children develop self-care skills but also helps develop their brains. In the third month of the lunar calendar, late spring has arrived. Little Fatty has finally transformed from a round pumpkin into a plump winter melon, wearing fewer clothes—perfect for dressing training.

A person's character is formed gradually from small things from childhood, including the attitudes of those around him and the things he is asked to do. The little fat boy may not know it now, but Shujia understands that Yinreng has told her that Kangxi intends to raise the little fat boy himself, so the little fat boy must appear to be not well-behaved but very sensible.

The poor little fat boy had just woken up and yawned. According to experience, all he had to do was sit quietly, eyes closed, and relax, and someone would dress him. Then, a warm, soft handkerchief was wrung out and applied to his face. Slowly, he woke up completely. He happily rinsed his mouth and ate breakfast while the nanny helped him.

Today I encountered a terrifying dictator who wouldn't let anyone help him get dressed. He practically said, "If you don't get dressed, I'll take you naked to the exhibition." The fat kid felt wronged, and the person bullying him was his own mother. I really wanted to whine!

But no, her mother didn't even need to pretend to be the King of Hell. As long as she smiled and gave the order, everyone would obey. The little fat boy's eyes were filled with two bags of hot tears. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes with his chubby hands. He looked at them pitifully for a long time, and found that his mother was just looking at him with an "encouraging" look: "Be good, come and put on your own clothes."

Silence reigned, the maids' eyes looking even more pitiful than his own. The fat boy tactfully lowered his head, twisting his little butt, giving everyone a forlorn back, wrestling with the straps of his clothes with a sense of grievance.

First, he had to take off his pajamas, then put on his underwear, jacket, and blouse... It was a bit of a challenge getting dressed for the first time. Even though the weather was warm, it was easy to catch a cold if you were naked. So, the bad guy mercifully came forward to help the fat boy after he had taken off his clothes.

The little fat boy was very stubborn and turned his head away, refusing to pay any attention to the bad guy. Shujia didn't get angry either, reaching out to poke the fat boy's chubby belly. The little fat boy, who was teased, became shy, his nose wrinkled, and tears began to flow. Shujia picked him up, wiped his tears, and leaned close to her son's ear to whisper a lesson: "Oh my, how can you be so shy? Only when you have no shame can you be invincible..."

The little fat boy had no idea what his mother was muttering. Seeing someone trying to comfort him, he twisted his body even more, trying to show off his power. He tilted his head back and looked at his mother with tears in his eyes, "Why don't you continue to comfort me!"

Just kidding you!

Reaching out to wipe the little fat boy's tears, the mother began to present facts and reason with him, although it sounded more like a threat: "Be good, look, if you don't put on your clothes, you can't go out. If you can't go out, you can't play with the ancestors, and you can't see Mother Suma."

The fat boy did well on the multiple-choice questions and obediently let the bad guy put on his clothes. He wiped his face and rinsed his mouth. He hadn't yet caught his father and his mother's bad habit of holding grudges. His smile was bright again, and the fat boy reached into the bad guy's clothes in a dishonest way to look for food.

The fat boy was less than two years old, and Shujia hadn't yet put weaning him on the agenda. She could get him to dress himself, but it was difficult to wean him too early. Many of the pre-teens in the palace still used their wet nurses as snacks before they were officially born. Managing them was too difficult, and it conflicted with existing rules. All she could do now was steam an egg or some rice noodles, making them fragrant and tempting her son to become an omnivore.

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The little fat boy's short legs were already quite strong, and he could walk a long way. Shujia had a pocket watch tied to her collar. She opened it and saw that she had enough time left, so she waited patiently for the little fat boy to walk with her. A distance that would normally take ten minutes, or even a leisurely walk, now took over half an hour.

Arriving at Ningshou Palace, she was still the first to arrive. Everyone had long since given up competing with the Crown Princess for who would arrive first. If she could persist for two years, even when she was pregnant, you'd better not compete with her. Besides, the Crown Princess didn't have a mother-in-law to serve. Besides handling household chores, she had plenty of time to catch up on sleep during the day. No one could afford to waste time with her.

The fat boy walked with his face flushed as he entered the Ningshou Palace. The Empress Dowager was very conscious and said, "Go and wring the handkerchief." She had taken care of children before, and although she didn't do it herself, she still had some common sense. For example, given the fat boy's current condition, she should wipe his sweat off, otherwise he would catch a cold from the wind.

The little fat boy had already saluted with his mother. They had done this action several times and gradually became familiar with it. The Empress Dowager clapped her hands and said, "Come, come to me." The little fat boy looked up at Shujia and, after receiving a positive gesture, walked over.

The maids wrung out the handkerchiefs, and the Empress Dowager personally wiped the sweat off the fat boy's body. "Wait a while, until he's completely dry, then let him out."

The fat boy was sweating a little, and after wiping himself with the hot towel, he felt very comfortable and hummed a few times. Shujia couldn't help but smile, and the Empress Dowager even kissed his chubby cheek.

After all this was done, people began to arrive one after another. The first to arrive was Concubine Tong, who had been called up yesterday. Shujia stood up to greet her. The fat boy saw a beautiful woman coming and smiled shamelessly at her.

Concubine Tong smiled, "It seems I came early today."

The Queen Mother said, "Indeed, they haven't arrived yet. Come, come and sit down."

Concubine Tong arrived first for a reason. She frankly and bluntly asked the Empress Dowager for instructions: "The preliminary selection of this year's concubines has passed. In two days, the next round of selection will be held..."

So that was the matter. Shujia was worried, as she didn't have much say in the matter. She decided to feel out Yinreng's reaction that night before making any plans. Now, she pricked up her ears. The fat boy's morning class had arrived. A young palace maid from Suma Lagu's residence quietly approached. Shujia saw her and asked the nanny to take the fat boy over: "Thank you Suma Lagu for your hard work."

Concubine Tong glanced at Shujia for a moment longer, thinking, "You've found the right person to look after your child." She knew what she was doing, but she didn't say much. She had something she needed approval from above, and she didn't want to make enemies. Yesterday, she had asked Kangxi if she could find a good home for the Tong girl running for the imperial examination this year. And today, Concubine Tong had a cousin running for the imperial examination—the daughter of the deceased Tong Guogang.

In today's world, judging a family's prosperity and future can be determined by its in-laws. These are essentially: a head of household, a princess, and a son or daughter of a concubine. The Tong family already has a head of household. Princess Tong's sister is already queen, and she herself enjoys the same treatment as a head of household. Her next job title evaluation is a sure thing. The remaining two items require further effort. Of these, becoming a princess is even easier than becoming a concubine.

The Empress Dowager said, "As we agreed, we'll go to Yanhui Pavilion to choose."

The concubines gradually arrived, their conversation focused on the beauty pageant. Those whose families had daughters competing, like Concubine Tong, were naturally concerned, while those with sons seeking wives, like Concubine Yi, were also eager to see them. Concubine Yi had already heard Kangxi's message: first, he would appoint a concubine for Yinzhen, and then gradually identify promising Manchu women as his wives.

Since Kangxi had already agreed, this time's daughter-in-law was better than the Fifth Lady, and Concubine Yi was relieved. With her cheerful spirit back, she revealed more information: "It's a good idea to find a concubine for the Ninth Prince this time, just to win him over first."

Shujia naturally asked, "So, Ninth Brother is going to move out of Zhaoxiang's house, right? Then we have to pack some clothes for our grandfather and prepare to attend Ninth Brother's housewarming celebration."

Moving out of Zhaoxiang's residence also signaled the beginning of adulthood. Concubine Yi's two sons were now grown up, and their mood was good: "The Imperial Household Department has already started cleaning up the house, and he's been so happy these past few days." Yinzhen was happy because he could move out and have fun on his own. With his mynah bird living next door, it was a truly comfortable thing.

"Well, speaking of this, we should also discuss it," the Queen Mother offered intelligence, "There are also grown-up boys in the palace outside who are also looking to get married."

Is this the legendary pre-election message? Shujia paid more and more attention.

Unexpectedly, the concubines were very reserved. This kind of backdoor dealings, unless they were clearly intended to gain territory, would of course have to be done behind the scenes and whispered to the emperor. The Empress Dowager looked around but made no response.

Concubine Tong finally answered: "That's not the case, but I did hear some new news."

Concubine Hui continued: "What news?"

"I heard that there are one or two really pretty ladies among the selected girls this time. We'll be able to see them in a couple of days."

"Is that so?" asked the Queen Mother.

Concubine De pondered, "Was it during the preliminary selections a little over half a month ago? I heard them say there was a girl from the Guaerjia clan who looked quite lovely." The preliminary selections were supervised by the eunuchs and maids, and none of the concubines were present. They would be tired watching so many people. However, the eunuchs who were transferred to other positions might be able to ask the concubines some questions about the situation.

Rong Fei asked Shu Jia, "Does the Crown Princess know?"

How would I know? It's not from our family. "There are many people with the last name Guarjia, I really didn't know them. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to see them."

The Third Lady spoke up, "Since everyone says she's a lovely girl, I think she can stay in the palace. Then, I'll be able to see her."

That's a good idea. Let's take a look and see if it's worth it.

I guess everyone present thought so.

They weighed the pros and cons, but the final decision was in the hands of a man.

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Kangxi was currently examining the imperial edict conferring the title of prince. Several scrolls sat in a row, their base atop a colorful brocade. Next to them were several newly minted seals, inscribed with a blend of Manchu and Han scripts. Once he was certain there were no flaws, Kangxi put down his contents and turned to Yinreng, who was standing nearby, "What do you think?"

Yinreng helped him put the seal and the edict in place one by one, his expression calm: "Just wait for Khan Ama to use the seal, and then ask Gandong and Ganxi to prepare the things needed for the ceremony, and then we can issue the edict."

Kangxi nodded and said, "It's time to ask them to prepare as well."

"The day of the edict is close to the Emperor's birthday, which is a double blessing."

Kangxi smiled and twirled his beard.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's Sanxi."

"oh?"

"I heard from the Crown Princess the other day that my third brother is going to be my father again."

"Really?" Kangxi was also very welcome to the news. He already had a bunch of names ready. But he would later order the preparation of rewards for his new grandson.

Speaking of the Wanshou Festival, I remembered the news I'd received two days ago: starting on the first day of March, the crown prince had been sending a handwritten copy of the sutra to the Buddha every other day for worship, without publicizing it. Kangxi calculated the date and found that his birthday was exactly the 19th, so he was in high spirits.

Oh, work was so busy, and I had to check my son's homework and find time to copy the sutras. Kangxi once slipped over to the Buddha statue Suma was worshipping and glanced at it. The handwriting was very neat. Copying one copy every two days was really a lot of work.

Thinking of this, my heart was soothed: "I have another good news for you."

"Huh?"

"Silly boy, Hongdan is almost three years old. As a father, don't you want to celebrate your son's birthday?"

Yinreng slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot. He's just a kid, it's not a good idea to celebrate his birthday with too much fanfare."

"We can't be frugal. Even if we can be frugal, we can't save on my grandson." Kangxi was very generous. After being generous, he reminded his son, which was also an explanation. "This year, the selection of concubines is very large. Concubines will be arranged for the ninth and tenth sons. There will also be some for the eldest and third sons. Don't worry."

Yinreng was a little confused. What does it have to do with me if the boss and his men take concubines?

Kangxi had no choice but to point it out: You have no chance this year!

Nodding happily: "I will listen to Khan Ama."

Kangxi was depressed. This kind of talk should have been said by a mother to her son. Empress Renxiao died young. Could it be that she appeared in his dreams? He had no choice but to say it himself. It was a bit awkward for a father to talk about this topic with his son.

Kangxi had no choice but to add another explanation, which was the key point: "Be closer to the Crown Princess. What a good wife I have chosen for you." Kangxi already knew about the Crown Princess's teaching and believed that this was what a qualified mother should do. She was quite sensible. Since she was a qualified mother, she should take responsibility and give birth to more children, so as not to waste such a precious resource.

Yinreng suddenly realized what was going on and then acted shy, "Son, I understand." Yinreng was already in a state of panic and had no desire to mess around. Besides, his third wedding anniversary with the Crown Princess hadn't passed yet, and they were enjoying a good time together. He also had to consider the Shi family's feelings. Then again, having more legitimate sons would be an extra layer of security, right?

The bond between father and son was strong, so Yinreng didn't dwell on the fact that his brothers were becoming more powerful. Since it was already a fact, there was no point in sulking; it was better to think about how to deal with it. Maintaining good communication and interaction with his father was one aspect of coping, and today's conversation had revealed another key aspect of coping: having more legitimate sons.

Coincidentally, when he returned to Yuqing Palace, his wife actually brought up this topic during their evening conversation.

Shujia felt sour in her heart and bitter in her mouth, but she still asked Yinreng: "It's time for the big selection... Do you... want it..."

Yinreng laughed and hugged his wife over: "Do you want it?"

Shujia stared, feeling torn. This expression pleased Yinreng. He liked her, and any expression looked good on her. He could always find excuses for her in everything she did. Yinreng thought to himself: Hey, she's still a little jealous, and she still can't bear to leave me.

Shujia said hesitantly, "I'm asking you. Tell me what I did." She felt inexplicably hot.

Yinreng pulled her to lie down on the bed: "I would like to," seeing her somewhat forced smile, pinching Shujia's chin, looking into her sad eyes, and said pitifully, "It's a pity that Khan Ama won't give it to me, Madam, so you have to accompany me to fool around."

Depend on!

"Hey, don't bite me. Khan Ama didn't give it to me, so I had to bother you..."

Perhaps this annoying tactic had worked, as the Crown Prince successfully conceived a child. The day after Kangxi urged him to "try harder," the Crown Princess was confirmed to be pregnant again.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Shujia was also slightly aware of the lack of her period, but she said, "Didn't I just find out? How can you be sure of something like this in less than two months?"

"Hey, if only it were a girl." Yinreng felt that having both a son and a daughter was the perfect life. When he had the little fat boy, it was because of the situation that he needed a son. Now, he suddenly felt that he wanted a lovely daughter. The death of two daughters in infancy was not without regrets for the prince.

Give birth to a daughter, and life will be complete. A daughter is like a little cotton-padded jacket, caring and warm, unlike a certain brat who has begun to show bad habits. Yesterday, he actually used his chubby little paws to pull his father's face, one hand on each side, pulling it sideways!

Prince Jun completely forgot that the little fat boy's action was purely imitation, and the one he was imitating was him. This is how he pulled his son's face.

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Yinreng was in a good mood, but his brothers were not in such a good situation. These brothers were not the ones who were about to be crowned as kings, but the ones who were still studying.

Emperor Kangxi somehow transferred Xu Yuanmeng to work in the Ministry of Personnel. Then, he found a new teacher for the princes.

This gentleman's name is Fahai!

This person has nothing to do with the bald man at Jinshan Temple, but rather something to do with Kangxi. He's Tong Guogang's son and Kangxi's cousin. This teacher carries a subtle aura of 'elder' about him, and Kangxi's partiality towards the Tong family is obvious to all. This... is a bit ominous.

In the past, as long as the princes studied hard, they didn't need to bow to their teachers. The teachers would bow to the students in return. Meeting a polite student who was courteous to the teacher was a stroke of luck. Now, if this one bows to you, you should try to accept it calmly.

The little princes were having a hard time. This situation was very similar to the one Hongdan faced. Someone had always helped you dress, but suddenly you were asked to dress yourself. It wasn't a big deal, right? I still felt aggrieved and a bit uncomfortable adapting.

Their brothers, oblivious to their suffering, were busy trying on clothes for the larger ones. Yinzhi, in particular, was experiencing a double blessing as his concubine, Tian Jia, was about to give birth. On the eighth day of the third lunar month, Tian Jia gave birth to a son. Yinzhi was overjoyed and looked up to his son.

This sight was disastrous, and the next day, the child died...

The child, who didn't even have a name, died before the grand day of enfeoffment. A few days later, it was Kangxi's birthday, so the funeral had to be very simple. Even so, it cast a faint shadow over Gan Dong Er.

Kangxi's birthday celebration was naturally a lively occasion. Everyone tacitly avoided mentioning the death of the Third Prince's second son. The only people who took the matter to heart were probably Rong Fei, Tian Jiashi, and Yin Zhi, though only partially. The female relatives accompanied the Empress Dowager at the feast. Throughout, Dong E's face remained expressionless. She felt relieved, yet she had to show her grief. However, since it was the Emperor's birthday, she couldn't overdo it. This balance was truly difficult.

Shujia was tactful enough not to provoke her any more, and instead spoke more to the eldest wife: "Sister-in-law is much better now, it's true that people are in high spirits when they are happy."

The eldest wife's life has been better in the past two years. She has become less anxious and has regained her former composure: "It is also the grace of Khan Ama. It is the Crown Princess who is pregnant again, which is the happy event." The words are double entendre and a bit playful.

Shujia just smiled and said nothing, but she thought to herself, this is a good time to wean the little fat boy!

Little Fatty was unaware that his cruel mother had tricked him. He was still cheerful. Yinreng personally led his three sons to pay their respects to Kangxi. He had already paid his respects with his brothers, but this time, because Little Fatty was too small and his short legs made him walk slowly, and because he had a bit of paranoia, he had to keep an eye on his sons.

He led his sons to the venue and instructed them, "Hongyang, go ahead. Hongxi, look after your brother. Hongdan, be careful not to fall, don't be afraid." Then he slipped back.

Unexpectedly, Hongdan was not at all nervous. He followed his brothers confidently and stood in position. With his short legs, he and Hongxi stood on either side of Hongyang. They saluted Kangxi in a proper manner and wished their grandfather a long life. Kangxi was so happy!

Yinzhi's cheek twitched. His son, Hongyu, was still being carried forward by the nanny to pay his respects. He was already half a year younger than the fat boy. For a child, half a year is a quarter of the fat boy's life and a third of Hongyu's. So you can imagine how big a gap six months is. The second child is stealing the spotlight again! It's blinding!

There were more than one eye-catching incident. For example, Kangxi left the fat boy in his arms, which really attracted attention! Only when the servants came to offer birthday wishes and wine did Kangxi hand the fat boy over to the wet nurse. Another example was that the fat boy didn't want the wet nurse to hold him at all, and walked to his father with small square steps and a shaky pace to join him. The wet nurse could only follow him with a hunched back, looking very short and imposing.

So annoying!

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So annoying!

Yinreng was unhappy because his eldest son was crowned a prince, and the palace was filled with joy. Yinreng even had to pretend to be happy and congratulate Yinzhi! Kangxi crowned his eldest son Yinzhi as the Prince of Zhi, his third son Yinzhi as the Prince of Cheng, his fourth son Yinzhen, his fifth son Yinqi, and his seventh son Yinyou as Beile, and his eighth son Yinsi as Beizi. The last four did not receive auspicious titles. When people addressed each other privately, the standard term was Zhen Beile, Qi Beile, and so on.

Of course, if you want to flatter the prince, you can also address him as "Fourth Prince" or "Fifth Prince".

But some people just don’t buy it!

Yinzhen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he stared at the visitor seriously: "Khan Ama did not make me a king, I am now a Beile..."

It's unfortunate to flatter someone and end up hitting the horse's leg. Even worse, you can't tell him he's wrong and have to listen attentively. When someone passes by, you want to bury your head in the ground...

There were those who weren't serious. Yinzhi, however, accepted titles like "Grand Thousand Years Old" and "Prince" with equanimity. He was calculating things in his mind. Being crowned a prince and given a residence, he would not only have a residence under construction but also a one-time settlement of 230,000 yuan, several manors not far from the capital, and a number of shops.

Yinzhi felt a little itchy, thinking, now that he had money, should he build a temple? He couldn't always ask the second son to please him. So he called it Baoen Temple, and used it to pray for the Khan's father.

The author has something to say: Why did it go into the manuscript box when I clicked to publish directly? ! !