My heart is bleeding and I recommend my enemy

Li Jiashi smiled inwardly. She had been with Li Jiashi for a long time and they were even considered competitors. With a quick glance, she noticed the same problem as the Crown Princess. [] ]This is truly... impatience!

She hadn't thought about it before. Of course, having a son was good; a son was the foundation. If the Crown Prince could look at her a little more, that would be good for him, right? But she wasn't so impatient. If you forget who you are just now because the Crown Princess has been persuaded, wouldn't that be embarrassing? To be more conspiratorial, for the sake of long-term planning, you should keep a low profile and gain the Crown Princess's trust before taking action, right?

There are many ways to punish people in the palace. They don't involve breaking arms and legs, but there are plenty of ways to make you uncomfortable.

Li Jiashi had, after all, borne Yinreng two children and had spent time with him. She couldn't claim to know what the Crown Prince was thinking, but at least she could tell his heart wasn't in it. Feeling awkward, she awkwardly touched her hair, then lowered her hand.

Shujia raised an eyebrow and looked at Yinreng, who still looked uninterested in his current home life. When she first arrived this morning, she could tell that Yinreng was pleased that everyone was here, but now the tide had turned. The Crown Prince was actually a political animal!

It's so novel! It's like discovering a new world. For so long, the dispute between Yinreng and Yinzhi has been overshadowed by the Suo-Ming factional struggle, seemingly overlooking the true nature of the issue and blurring the focus. In short, it creates the illusion that the two princes were being manipulated by powerful officials. You get the feeling that the true mortal enemies are Suo-Etu and Mingzhu, while the Crown Prince and the eldest prince are just childishly feuding.

Kangxi wasn't the only one who felt this way; they had been tied to the powers behind them for too long, a rivalry that began in childhood. You wouldn't expect children under five to harbor deep-seated hatred for each other; it was so deeply ingrained that they'd forgotten it was already twenty years later.

Until now, the prince's side has not taken any action, and has bided its time, making the people who do not know the truth think that the matter is over. However, they do not know that the matter has just begun.

At this moment, the Crown Princess suddenly realized that her husband... was actually becoming reliable!

I should have discovered it earlier!

Shujia felt a little regretful. Why did she still think he was stupid? The current prince was completely beyond reason to punish him! Now that he had a son, the flatterers were gone, life was simpler, and he was more polite...

His wife, who was with him day and night, only discovered all this now, and he did it completely calmly.

When she first married, she had heard rumors about this gentleman. When she inquired about the eunuchs' resumes, she found that some were veterans and some were new, so she couldn't help but ask, "What about those who served before?"

The answerer's expression would be quite interesting! After hesitating for a while, the truth he told made Shujia think she had married a sociopath. With that kind of temper, he would beat anyone to a pulp. But now, Yinreng almost never punished anyone, and when he did, he always had a reason and a case, reporting directly to the Ministry of Punishment.

In the past, when things didn't go his way, he would beat anyone up, regardless of your rank or whether you were his distant cousin. But now, when it comes to things like the promotion of the Eighth Prince and Concubine Liang, he just gives them a cold and angry look.

If he continues like this, he really has a bright future!

Unless Kangxi suddenly transformed into Liu Bang, with a crying Concubine Qi by his side; or Yinreng suddenly went crazy again, befriending powerful officials, fighting against the rich and powerful, and spending money recklessly, the crown prince would be a sure thing.

Is it really my butterfly? Shujia's heart trembled.]

"What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?" Yinreng put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief from the palace maid standing beside him.

"Oh," Shujia was slightly surprised, then smiled, "I was thinking I'll have to pay again."

"Um?"

"One concubine mother, two concubine mothers, no matter how glorious they were before, now they are the main position, which is a big deal. This is more important than going from concubine to concubine, or from concubine to noble concubine."

"Finish your meal first, then we'll talk." Yinreng's nerves were aroused, and the word "master" made him grit his teeth. Until now, Yinreng had never helped to blow pillow talk here! He regretted it so much. He had never been close to his aunt when she was alive, but now he was at a loss.

The boss has two main seats! Wait, two...

Despite his worries, Yinreng still finished his dinner with a tasteless grin. After clearing away the leftovers, he dismissed his wives with a sullen expression and brought his three sons over for a lecture. "Although this is a place to escape the summer heat and relax, I didn't bring you here to be lazy and idle. Forget about it today. Starting tomorrow, pick up your studies again." "Hongyang and Hongxi have a tutor for their studies. They'll follow his instructions. As for Hongdan... I'll talk to your mother and let her teach you first."

The good mood of the children, especially the last two, was broken up before they were allowed to go down. Hongdan watched his two brothers return to their rooms with eager eyes, then turned his eyes to his father, his meaning very clear: Father, don't forget that when you live here, I will be a light bulb for you and mother.

Yinreng had no choice but to pick him up and carry him to the outer room. The three women who were sitting there all stood up. He said to his concubines, "You haven't rested yet?"

Li Jia stood up calmly and said, "We servants will talk to the master and will be back soon." Li Jia had something in her mind and felt even more embarrassed. She bowed and retreated with Li Jia in silence.

Only then did Yinreng speak to his wife.

Holding her son in her arms and discussing trivial matters was a habit Shujia had instilled in him. As the saying goes, influence by observation, wasn't Yinreng's ability to handle government affairs instilled bit by bit by Kangxi? Shujia's calling him stupid was purely an attack on his social skills; she had only envy and hatred for Yinreng's intelligence and work aptitude.

The little fat boy is destined to go down this path, so why not let the father and son spend more time together?

Sometimes, when Yinreng was chatting with people like Zhang Ying and Xiong Cilü, or talking with people from the Zhanshi Mansion, she would find a time and find a way to have the little fat boy appear. By letting Yinreng develop the habit of "bringing his son with him when discussing things", Yinreng's people would gradually accept the little fat boy's presence.

Take, for example, the psychological support for the crown prince among the civil and military officials, especially the Han officials. This was a Pavlovian response shaped by millennia of tradition and decades of sage literature. Everyone talks about patriarchal lineage, and after repeated repetition, you become convinced. When it comes to heirs, the firstborn son is first, followed by the eldest son. Three hundred years from now, if you pick someone out on the street, they'll likely still say the same thing. Even if they say, "The second son of XX Group is so capable and could definitely inherit," they'll still internally think, "What a shame the eldest son can't inherit; it would have been even more perfect if he were the eldest son."

The little fat boy’s background is enough, and what we need to do now is to deepen this impression.

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Yinreng secretly held his legitimate son in high regard. This patriarchal ideology permeated the nation, regardless of gender, age, or status. Even his enemies had to admit that this prince was incredibly difficult to deal with. In real history, it took the prince's own mistakes combined with nearly forty years of effort by his enemies to bring him down. One can only imagine the difficulty involved.

He's quite accepting of the frequent appearances of the little fat boy. Ever since he had the little fat boy, not to mention the Crown Princess, he's been eager to show off his son in a 'low-key' way! A legitimate son or grandson is definitely a killer! Sometimes, without Shujia having to think about it, he'll just bring his son out for a cute show.

At this moment, pinching the little fat boy's pouty face, he smiled instead: "Do you have a plan for the gifts for the imperial concubines?"

Shujia said, "I've drawn up quite a few lists, but there's one thing I'm a little unsure about."

"Is there anything you are unsure about?" Yinreng was completely surprised. In his impression, his wife was invincible in interpersonal relationships and was so thorough in every aspect that it was outrageous.

"The Imperial Concubine's situation is fine, but the two concubines' mothers are giving me a headache. They should be treated the same, but one of them is already the mother of a prince and is older. Even if I want to add another child... I can't take advantage of the younger one."

Yinreng smiled. "I was wondering what it was. I was just thinking about it. That one has already been given the character Liang, so she should be Liangpin. Since she is my eighth brother's mother, of course she should have an extra share. If you are embarrassed, let's just congratulate my eighth brother."

"Huh?"

After having two sons in a row and showing some ability to handle things, Yinreng said more to Shujia: "Old Eighth was raised by Zhongcui Palace. We are no longer close to each other, but we can't just watch them cling to each other, right? From now on, we have to be nicer to Old Eighth and his family."

In Yinreng's opinion, this plan was brilliant, with a high success rate, and it wouldn't create any sense of guilt, like "I have to shoulder the responsibility myself and not let a woman worry about it." He spoke with great satisfaction.

Shujia lowered her eyelids, watching the fat boy's bald forehead flicker in the candlelight, and thought to herself: "Boy, have you learned this? Your father is really treacherous this time. If your uncle is unhappy, you should beat him."

"Is Lao Ba's heart big?"

Yinreng was so focused on this matter while eating that he didn't even taste the food. He still had confidence in this trick he had come up with. "Who cares about the Eighth Brother now?" He said with contempt, explaining to his wife that she would be the one to do the specific operation and that the effect must be achieved. "As long as the eldest brother is not happy, it's fine. If one time doesn't work, try twice."

In his heart, Eighth Brother was no match, never. Regardless of whether Eighth Brother was overly ambitious or Big Brother was narrow-minded, unless Eighth Brother was Big Brother's loyal dog and swore a blood oath of allegiance, they would ultimately part ways. Yinreng believed that perseverance was victory.

"Zeng Shen was a renowned sage. If a passerby called out to him three times, his mother would jump over a wall. Besides... Old Eighth may have a good reputation, but he's no saint, and the eldest isn't Old Eighth's mother!"

"I understand. So, with my mother's canonization, there must have been quite a few people sending gifts to the Prince's residence. I imagine those brothers and sisters-in-law outside the palace will also have to prepare two gifts. At the very least, they'll have to ask Eighth Brother's sister-in-law for an extra share of wedding wine."

"It's up to you to decide. And don't praise me too much, it's boring. It's like you're trying to catch up."

He is so bad!

Having solved the problem, Yinreng was in high spirits. He picked up the fat boy and threw him into the air, then caught him again. The fat boy giggled excitedly: "One more." Shujia gave a decisive wink, and the maids and eunuchs gathered in a circle, ready to be called upon at any time.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

After playing enough, the second fat guy woke up. The little fat boy was so excited that he ran over to pinch his face until he cried. Making the chubby guy cry is the most fun (dangerous action, please do not imitate).

Finally they were suppressed together.

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After scheming against his brother and younger brother, the happy crown prince suffered another blow the next day.

Sending troops to help build dams, prevent droughts and drain floods wasn't exclusive to the People's Liberation Army. Emperor Kangxi also used Eight Banner soldiers for similar tasks. He discussed with Yinreng and the Grand Secretaries, "Assigning Eight Banner soldiers to help dig rivers will save on river work and also provide training. It's a test of how to communicate orders and facilitate command. Simply being able to fight and kill isn't enough; in actual battle, we need to see if they can be as effective as an arm."

To train the troops or to hone leadership, Yinreng was unwilling to hand the battle over to his opponent, so he recommended a veteran general.

Kangxi shook his head: "I want to train the young people."

Young man? Yinreng's ears twitched, wanting to recommend his second brother-in-law, Qingde. This guy had made great contributions, had a good impression with Kangxi, and had a good family background. But he moved his lips and held back.

"What does Khan Ama mean?"

"What do you think?"

The atmosphere was a bit strange, and Yinreng's sixth sense kicked in. He was right, as if he was going to use the boss. Licking his lips, Yinreng asked Kangxi, "This project isn't big. It'll only require two thousand people at most. Does Khan Ama want to use his servants? Or is he going to train his own people?"

"Go on."

"If you want to use servants, ask the Ministry of War or the Minister of the Imperial Guard to report children of the right age and about the same age. The Khan can train whoever he wants. If you want to use family members, it's better to... call the eldest brother." He restrained himself, not wanting to speak with gritted teeth. "It's just that we are short of people. Asking a prince to lead the Ministry of Works is a bit of a waste of talent."

Kangxi smiled and said, "You and I have the same idea. Don't worry, I will ask Yarjiang'a, Yuexi and others to be deputies, and we will go together." This shows that it is a training, not a demotion to the other party who has a different profession.

Yinreng mentally slapped Yinzhi countless times, and even said, "Should we ask the Ministry of Works to consult again on the riverbank repairs?"

"I have already thought of this. I will order the Ministry of Works to prepare a memorial and then send someone to assist." Speaking of which, the prince has less prejudice against the eldest son. As expected, without the instigator, all his sons are good!

It's a tear-jerking result.

Kangxi added, "You are now very familiar with government affairs, but you have missed one thing, do you know?"

"Huh?"

"We have to wait until the rain stops before we can start work. We won't repair the dike when it's raining unless it's in danger of breaking."

"If Khan Ama hadn't mentioned it, I really couldn't remember it. Do I have to ask the Imperial Observatory to calculate it?" A serious attitude towards learning.

"Exactly."

The author has something to say: I have been feeling a bit down these past two days. My paws are still swollen today, and I can’t even type properly. Tears TT

The whole person looks fatter, especially the paws and legs. TT

Be careful when bullying fat people. When Fat Pang was shorter than me, I would often get into physical fights with him, beating him until he cried. One day, I realized he was as tall as me, and even fatter. I decisively stopped my uncivilized behavior and switched to verbal attacks, which made him cry.