Chapter Eight
Gold Award Ceremony.
Chen Jialuo's 'study life' has also come to a temporary end, because she will be going to the palace tomorrow to participate in the Banjin Festival, which is a Manchu 'clan celebration' day, and its importance is similar to that of the Han people's New Year.
It's just that it's gradually being localized into Chinese now, and it also includes Lunar New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival.
However, on the day of the Golden Banquet, the teaching nannies knew that Princess Fucha would be going to the palace to attend a banquet, and that the masters (the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, etc.) might even summon her. So they gave her a day to rest and recharge.
That day, Chen Jialuo was once again dragged out of bed before dawn by Xiao Qingtian to wash, change clothes, and get ready.
Chen Jialuo, who is used to going to bed early and getting up early, was still a little sleepy and yawned. "Xiaoqing, make it a little more sunny for me."
Men may like delicate, charming, and fragile young girls, but the other two powerful figures in the harem don't. The tenderness and fragility in their eyes are suppressed, and a bright and dazzling smile appears, sweet and sunny.
Xiaoqing, who had excellent skills, immediately understood and did as Gege said. Only Gege could handle all kinds of different makeup styles.
Of course! Chen Jialuo used to be full of artistic talent, imitating the characters on TV and acting cleverly and quirkily.
Feeling somewhat smug, Chen Jialuo listened to Xiaoqing's praise with a smile. After finishing her makeup, she left her boudoir and went out with Fucha Fujin.
Fortunately, thanks to the strict teachings of the nannies, I no longer feel uncomfortable wearing flowerpot-shaped high heels. "Mother."
Looking at the results of her daughter's upbringing, Fucha Fujin, who was no longer as boisterous as before, nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. Today, you must be careful with your words and not run around."
They doted on their daughter, but the Emperor's hint made them even more hopeful and attentive to the possibility of their daughter becoming the Crown Princess.
After all, the Crown Prince's consort, the future mother of the nation, is like the Hesheli family now; apart from the Tong family, few can rival her.
Fucha Fujin naturally hoped that her daughter could marry into a prestigious family, but she also needed to have the ability to do so, so she had to put in a lot of effort to cultivate her.
Even the Uya clan began to focus their attention on Princess Fucha, even though their Consort De, of the Uya clan, had given birth to two princes.
One of the princes was 'adopted' by Consort Tongjia and is still unaware of his close relationship with the Uya clan. The other prince is still young, and the emperor dotes on the crown prince.
Fucha Jialuo is the granddaughter of their Wuya clan. How could the Wuya clan not benefit from her becoming the Crown Princess?
What's this called? Putting eggs in different baskets.
They also gradually taught her about the intrigues within the inner quarters, and the four teaching matrons did not object. She even went to Uya's house to experience an immersive teaching session.
These hardships are beyond the comprehension of outsiders. Chen Jialuo... well, she only feels a mix of bitterness and tears. Waaah, she doesn't want to become the Crown Princess anymore.
As her father and mother said, with her simple nature, she could recruit a poor but handsome scholar to live near the Fucha family. He would have food and drink and wouldn't have to worry about being bullied.
Life is pretty good.
The key is... you can't just give up, otherwise the emperor will think you look down on the crown prince. This isn't some domineering CEO romance novel where the emperor makes things difficult for you.
I will respond proactively. I love the Crown Prince, but I am simply incapable of doing so.
"I understand, Mother." Chen Jialuo knew, of course, that the palace was no simple place. Just look, the original owner of this body went there to select a concubine and was gone.
In addition, given that her current 'future identity' is likely to be exceptionally noble, they either want to harm her or hope that she will become the Crown Princess.
If a fool becomes the Crown Princess, the chances of the Crown Prince being brought down are greatly increased.
Sitting in the Fucha family's carriage, which wasn't luxurious but was still exquisite, with a charcoal stove and a fluffy blanket underneath, Jialuo felt a little drowsy as the swaying carriage slowly headed towards the palace.
When they arrived at the palace gate, many carriages of imperial relatives and high-ranking officials had already arrived. Because there were so many people and carriages, everyone had to get off at the palace gate. Otherwise, with so many carriages in the palace, and each family having several (one for the master, one for the wife, one for the princes, and one for the princesses), how could they fit everyone in?
As soon as Jialuo stepped off the carriage, she noticed that many people were watching her, seemingly casually. Jialuo smiled and nodded in response, appearing poised and elegant. Many of the imperial relatives and wives were scrutinizing whether Fucha was truly qualified to be the Crown Princess.
Average looks, lack of manners (doesn't come over to greet people), poor manners... all sorts of criticisms swirled in their minds, but they forgot that choosing a crown princess was such an important matter that it was none of their business.
Most of the young ladies-in-waiting had found their 'homes,' so naturally, the young lady approached Princess Fucha, who had the potential to become the Crown Princess, with a smile and a friendly demeanor, to build a closer relationship.
"Princess Fucha, it's been a long time." Princess Irgen Gioro also stepped forward with a smile to greet her, accompanied by several other princesses who were praising Jialuo.
Guarjia Qingshuang, who arrived a little late, had just stepped off the carriage when she saw this scene. Her expression darkened. How long ago was it that she was the one being fawned over by the princesses and wives...
She lowered her eyes, comforting herself, "It's okay, there's still plenty of time. Let's see what tomorrow brings. The Fourth Prince is the one who will ultimately ascend the throne."
Looking up at Fucha again, many understood the Emperor's implication: Fucha was very likely to become the Crown Princess. This was clearly... hers.
Even though she knew she had given up, she was still unhappy. She took two steps forward and said, "Princess Fucha, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's been a long time since we last met..."
"Alright, alright, stop blocking the way. It's time to go in; it's getting late," a member of the imperial clan's wife said kindly, seeing the young girls chattering away.
"Jialuo, come here." Fucha Fujin, Uya Shi, knew perfectly well why her daughter was so popular. She beckoned her over, telling her not to stand there like an idiot, or she might be tricked without even realizing it.
Don't be fooled by their current enthusiasm and apparent lack of hope; there are quite a few eligible legitimate daughters (or illegitimate daughters) in their families for the next general election.
Upon arriving at the main hall where officials were being entertained, the male and female relatives sat separately. As a first-rank official, he was surrounded by the legitimate daughters of many other officials, and his wife flattered Fucha Fujin, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
Not far away, the future Fourth Princess Consort, Princess Guarjia, watched this scene with a bitter taste in her mouth and some dissatisfaction. Beside her, her mother, Lady Gioro, looked at her behavior and asked calmly, "Unhappy? That position should have been yours."
The future fourth princess, Princess Guarjia, suppressed her dissatisfaction and became somewhat calm. Well, let's see how arrogant the Fucha clan can be for a few more years.
Meanwhile, the princes were accompanying Emperor Kangxi to the Cining Palace to pay their respects to the Empress Dowager. Along the way, the noisy sounds (inner thoughts) seemed somewhat ethereal, unlike before when they were truly audible. Yinreng's complexion also improved considerably; well... he no longer looked as irritable and haggard as before...
At that time, Emperor Kangxi thought the Crown Prince might have been poisoned, and he carried out a thorough purge of the harem. If all the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital hadn't said that His Highness the Crown Prince was not poisoned, Emperor Kangxi would have had people executed.
First Prince Yinti: The Crown Prince looks like he's just recovered from a serious illness. Could it be that, as the rumors say, he's really dying?
"Second Brother Crown Prince, are you alright?" Yin Zhi asked, his face showing concern, while he thought to himself: Does studying really require this much effort? I never stay up late studying, and I'm not smart enough either.
Fourth Prince Yinzhen: Looking at how my second brother, the Crown Prince, is, he's going to have a run for his money with Mother. He'd better take good care of himself.
Fifth Prince Yinqi: As for the Crown Prince, Mother Wuku and Father Emperor will take care of that. I'd better worry about myself first.
Seventh Prince Yinyou: My legs are a little sore, and I shouldn't let people focus on my flaws.
Eighth Prince Yinzhi: My elder brother and the Crown Prince are still so at odds. If it weren't for Mother in Yanxi Palace...
The Ninth Prince and the Tenth Prince were thinking about this morning's meal...
Seeing that the Crown Prince didn't answer the Third Prince's question immediately, the Eldest Prince, with a hint of self-consolation, raised his chin and said in a slightly condescending tone, "Crown Prince, are you looking down on us brothers? The Third Prince is talking to you, why aren't you responding?"
Father Emperor is right in front of us, so we have to raise our voices and let him know that the Crown Prince is such a 'brotherly disrespectful' person!
How could Kangxi not have heard? It's just that the Crown Prince's health hasn't been good lately, and he's even reduced his study load by half. The eldest son is really something, knowing that Bao Cheng is unwell, he still provokes him like this.
(End of this chapter)
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