Chapter Forty-Three
The Fourth Prince's wife, Lady Guarjia, bowed with her legs bent in a very standard manner, no doubt about it, but... this posture was also very tiring.
For example, at this moment, when Consort De did not immediately tell her to get up, Consort Guarjia knew that Consort De was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Just like last time, except she didn't understand, did Consort De have a grudge against her?
I've been standing at the door for a long time, and now my calves are aching. This bowing posture is even more tiring, and my thighs are starting to feel sore.
Consort De, seated above drinking tea, ignored everything and continued talking to the nanny beside her about the new fabrics being used to make clothes this month, and also about the situation with the Fourteenth Prince, emphasizing the need for careful attention...
She ignored Lady Guarjia's greetings, and after half an hour, just as Lady Guarjia was about to collapse from the strain, Consort De feigned surprise and looked at her with a tone of astonishment:
"Oh dear, Fourth Prince's wife is here? Why didn't you tell me? People might think I was deliberately making things difficult for you. Fourth Prince's wife, get up. You too, if you're going to greet me, then greet me. But your voice is so soft, who can hear you?"
That gentle laughter felt like a series of sarcastic remarks piercing the heart of Fourth Prince Consort Guarjia. Upon hearing it, Guarjia stood up and said, "It's my fault."
"Sit down. Coming here with your mother is like coming home." Consort De spoke in a particularly pleasant tone, completely different from her outward appearance.
How could Lady Guarjia dare to take it to heart? Just as she was about to sit down, she heard Consort De speak slowly again:
"Speaking of which, after the Fourth Prince's wife married him, she never came to Yongheyan to toast me. How could I be a good mother-in-law..." Consort De sighed as she spoke.
The sighs of reminiscing about the past seem to be self-mockery, as it turns out that being a mother-in-law is really not helpful, having such an unfilial daughter-in-law.
Hearing the hidden meaning in Consort De's words, Guarjia, who had just sat down, quickly stood up and explained, "It's my fault. I and the Fourth Prince should have come to serve tea to Mother earlier."
Back then, you were under house arrest, and they wouldn't let us into Yonghe Palace to serve tea? We'd rather laugh at you.
Consort De pretended not to understand the veiled meaning that Lady Guarjia was trying to convey, glanced at the nanny standing beside her, and slowly spoke.
"Although the fourth prince is not here, the fact that Lady Guarjia is serving tea to her mother on behalf of the emperor shows that the son and daughter-in-law have done their part. Bring the tea up."
Following Consort De's instructions, the nanny quickly brought over a tray with a cup of tea on it. She walked to the Fourth Prince Consort, Lady Guarjia, bent down, and placed the cup of tea in front of her.
Guarjia pursed her lips in a slight smile, trying her best to present a gentle and graceful expression, and reached out to pick up the cup of tea.
The moment she picked up the teacup, the nanny quickly retreated with the tray, as if not giving her a chance to put it down.
In an instant, a burning, stinging sensation came from my fingertips.
Shock and disbelief surged in her eyes, but the rules of education firmly restrained her behavior.
She slowly stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "Please, Mother, have some tea."
Seeing the noble lady from a prominent Manchu family kneeling before him, the suppressed gloom in his heart was amplified, but then cleansed by the gentle spring breeze, and he felt quite good.
Suddenly, Consort De thought of another question: How wonderful it would be if the Tong family girl knelt before her?
The thought of this scene made Consort De even more excited. The Tongjia clan, who only deserved to be empress for a day, was dead, but now there was still a Tongjia clan in Chengqian Palace, wasn't there?
Every woman from the Tong family deserves to die.
However, the concubine's daughter from the Xiu family in Chengzhang Palace is only a concubine, but no one underestimates her, and no one can be sure that the Emperor will not show favor to the Tong family again.
But the fourth brother...
If the fourth prince were to marry a woman from the Tong family… but then I thought about the Tong family’s status. If this were to elevate the fourth prince’s standing in the emperor’s eyes, then it would be a loss.
"Hmm." Consort De reached out to take the cup of tea, but the moment Guarjia let go, her hand moved back slightly.
With a "crack," the teacup fell to the ground, splashing scalding hot tea all over the floor.
Immediately, Consort De's gentle smile turned cold. "Fourth Princess Consort, even if you look down on me, you shouldn't humiliate me like this!"
"Mother, please forgive me." Guarjia knelt on the ground, letting the tea splash on her, and had to bow her head to admit her mistake.
"Since you enjoy kneeling so much, then kneel for an hour as an apology." After saying this, Consort De stood up with a cold face and left the main hall.
He got up and went back to the inner room. He was a little hungry, so he asked someone to bring up some snow frog soup. As for the Guarjia clan outside? He told someone to keep an eye on them. He could let her go back in an hour.
This was the first time that Fourth Prince Consort Guarjia had been forced to kneel as punishment. From her previous life to this one, no one had ever treated her like this before.
Kneeling before the spirit is a sign of respect for the deceased, but now... it's an insult to oneself.
Guarjia didn't know how much time had passed. She knelt there, feeling her knees getting numb. Finally, Xiuchun, the maidservant beside Consort De, came to tell her that an hour had passed and she could go back.
Shuanghua, who was kneeling with Guarjia, quickly got up and helped Guarjia up.
Guarjia felt as if her knees no longer belonged to her; they were numb and sore. She walked out of Yonghe Palace with a limp and a limp.
Along the way, they encountered many palace maids and eunuchs. Whenever they saw the Fourth Princess Consort like this, they would quickly bow their heads and pretend that they had not seen anything.
Guarjia felt extremely ashamed, but Yonghe Palace wouldn't let her stay there any longer.
Lady Guarjia was furious. Her hatred for Consort De was at its peak, and the hatred of everyone else combined was not as great as that of Consort De alone.
Feigning composure and elegance, she endured the pain and finally managed to disguise herself as if nothing had happened.
But how could anything be kept secret in the palace? Especially in the corridors outside the palace, in this inner palace, even a brick can speak.
Soon, the news spread.
Lady Guarjia, however, disregarded everything else and returned to the Fourth Prince's residence. She had hot water brought to her and had someone apply it to her knees, her eyes revealing a sinister glint.
"Fujin, Fujin." Before the Fourth Prince even appeared outside the main courtyard, his voice could already be heard.
Her gloomy face transformed into a gentle and virtuous one, with a hint of grievance mixed in. She had learned this expression and demeanor from Li Jia.
"Fourth Master, you're back." She tried to appear calm and composed, but anyone could see the underlying tension in her voice.
"Fujin, are you alright?" As soon as the Fourth Prince Yinzhen returned, he heard from Su Peisheng that the servants in the harem had all heard the news.
He felt guilty towards his wife, because if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been bullied by his mother.
He took Guarjia's hand, and his usually cold and expressionless face showed more worry, revealing a mutual appreciation for each other's hardships.
"I am fine, but I accidentally dropped the teacup while serving tea, and my mother punished me by making me kneel for an hour." She seemed to be speaking lightly, but in fact she was telling the story of the grievances she had suffered.
Beside her, Shuanghua protested for the Fujin, "What do you mean 'accidentally fell, Fujin'? It was clearly because the tea was too hot that she couldn't hold it properly."
"Shuanghua, don't talk nonsense. If you dare to speak ill of Her Majesty, take her away and punish her severely." Guarjia turned her head and scolded in a low voice. She said it would be a severe punishment, but in the end, she didn't say what the punishment would be.
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince Yin lowered his head, took her hand, and looked at the spot on her finger where blisters had formed from the burn. He felt a mix of emotions.
Because he was made difficult on his first day back home, the Fourth Prince clearly knew about the many grievances and dislikes his birth mother, De'en, had towards him.
He naturally understood that the Fujin was implicated because of him, so how could he not feel sorry for her?
"I'm sorry you've suffered, my wife." Besides comforting his wife, Yin could do nothing else; he couldn't possibly argue with his mother for her sake.
The word "filial piety" weighed heavily on his head, leaving only his wife to suffer in silence.
“I am not wronged. Your Majesty is your mother, and now she is also my mother. As a daughter-in-law, isn’t it only right that I be filial to my mother-in-law? As long as you no longer have to worry about these things, I feel that what I have done has been meaningful.”
The woman asked him to answer the question again, saying: "Women's power is ess."
Guarjia spoke with great righteousness and dignity, portraying the image of a gentle and virtuous consort. Even though she was not as beautiful as the princesses in the inner courtyard, at this moment, the Fourth Prince felt that he should treat his consort even better.
After having a meal with the Princess Consort, it was time to return to his room to continue his studies. The tutor in the Imperial Study had assigned a lot of homework today, so he was very busy.
The gentle and virtuous Fourth Prince's wife took good care of him without leaving him any psychological burden. She appeared to be a submissive and submissive daughter-in-law.
After the Fourth Prince left, all her gentleness and kindness turned into indifference. Forgiveness? Impossible. She wished she could kill Consort De.
If they dare to make her stand and kneel as punishment now, won't they beat and scold her in the future?
"Doesn't the flower room send fresh plants to the concubines every month? Have someone send some surprises to Consort De..." How could Lady Guarjia bear it? It's either you suffer or I suffer, how could I want to make myself suffer?
I recalled how many concubines in my past life died in the imperial harem, and it wasn't until much later that it was discovered that the cause was the scent emitted by two kinds of plants. They smelled very fragrant, comforting, and refreshing, but in reality, they could gradually make people's moods restless. If you smelled them too much, your heart and liver would easily rot.
That matter will probably not be discovered for another ten years or so. For now, let's give Consort De a surprise.
"After sending it over..." Lady Guarjia tapped the table lightly in thought. How could she make Consort De not care about such a trivial matter? Then something big would have to attract Consort De's attention. "Fourteenth Prince, is he coming to the Princes' Residence soon?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, the Fourteenth Prince should be arriving at the Princes' Residence early next year," Shuanghua, who seemed to understand what Your Highness meant, replied softly.
next year?
Isn't it a bit late? If we don't retaliate against Consort De now, she won't be able to swallow this insult.
"Let our people open the window for the Fourteenth Prince to sleep, let him get a little cold, it's not a big deal." It won't kill anyone, but it can make Consort De so upset that she loses her mind and doesn't realize that someone is trying to harm her.
On the other hand, after Consort De was released from confinement, she hadn't left the house for almost half a month. On this day, the Fourteenth Prince insisted on going out to play.
Consort De doted on and protected her sons, whom she had given birth to after five pregnancies (the fourth prince was given to the Tongjia clan, the sixth prince died, and the other three were princesses), as if they were her lifeblood. Her sons would clamor to go out and play with their mother, but how could she bear to ignore them?
Consort De, holding the hand of her most beloved fourteenth son, encountered an unpleasant person, Consort Yi, of the Guo Luo Luo clan.
She entered the palace in the same year and became the emperor's new favorite, while she could only serve the then-Noble Consort in Chengqian Palace.
She was Consort Yi, while I was just a concubine of the Uya clan. But it didn't matter; wasn't this... making me one of the four consorts on equal footing?
"Oh, isn't this Consort De, who's been confined for a year? Now she's finally willing to come out and get some fresh air?" Consort Yi also disliked Consort De, who had only sold her son to gain the position of Consort De, and was now pretending to be a gentle, considerate, and understanding woman to win the Emperor's favor.
Consort Hui and Consort Rong, both elderly women, had long since stopped serving the emperor. Among the four consorts, only these two could not stand each other and had old grudges—the old grudges from their past rivalry for the emperor's favor!
"Why is Consort Yi so free today? Aren't you taking care of your Eleventh Prince?" Although Consort De was under house arrest, she was not completely unaware of what was happening in the inner palace.
For example, Consort Yi's eleventh prince was ill, and his illness kept recurring.
The Emperor went from being worried at the beginning to not going to meet the Prince, fearing that his feelings for the Eleventh Prince would deepen and that he would be heartbroken if the Prince left.
If I don't visit him, the bond won't be as strong, and I won't be so heartbroken when the Eleventh Prince passes away.
"My son, Eleven, is almost fully recovered, so you don't need to worry about him, sister." Consort Yi was in a good mood. The imperial physician said that her son, Eleven, was no longer in any serious condition; otherwise, why would she have the mind to go out for a stroll?
Unfortunately, they ran into Consort De, who was considered an unlucky person.
"Is that so? Then congratulations. But life is unpredictable, Consort Yi should still be more careful." Consort De said with a subconscious gentle sarcasm, leading her fourteenth son to the other side.
Consort Yi didn't care and thought that Consort De was just jealous of her.
Consort De had given birth to three sons and three daughters, leaving behind only two princes and one princess. The fourth prince was still being raised by Lady Tongjia, while she herself had three sons who were still alive. How could she not be jealous?
laugh.
However, to Consort Yi's surprise, right after she finished showing off, the Eleventh Prince's condition suddenly worsened that night, and the onset was fierce, as if today's improvement was just a last gasp before death.
While still doing her bedtime skincare routine, Consort De sneered several times upon hearing that Consort Yi's eleventh prince was sick again, wondering how he was still alive.
However, when Consort De woke up, she heard good news: the eleventh prince was dead.
Consort De was overjoyed to hear such good news early in the morning, and even ate an extra bowl of porridge for breakfast.
However, before Consort De could be happy for two days, her fourteenth prince fell ill. According to the servants, the fourteenth prince felt cold last night and got up in the middle of the night to open the window.
This infuriated Consort De, who wanted nothing more than to send the group of people to the Imperial Prison on the spot.
In the end, he was still worried about his fourteenth son's condition and summoned the imperial physician.
The imperial physicians at the Imperial Hospital had just experienced the tragic death of the eleventh prince, and now the fourteenth prince was here? They were panicked and terrified again...
Good heavens, could it be that the Fourteenth Prince is going to follow in the footsteps of the Eleventh Prince?
Emperor Kangxi was also quite somber. He had just seen off the eleventh son, and now the fourteenth son was ill. He was worried that the fourteenth son would also pass away like the eleventh. Although he had seen off many sons, he still felt heartache.
Human hearts are made of flesh.
When Yinreng learned that the eleventh prince had left, although he was not familiar with his younger brother, he still took the crown princess to visit him in person.
Jialuo rarely left Yuqing Palace. Besides, when she married into the palace, the eleventh prince had already moved to the princes' quarters. How could she, as a woman, have much contact with her husband and brother?
Therefore, for the Eleventh Prince, the most vivid memory is of his gentle and refined face during their wedding.
It's a pity; life is so fragile.
Then... before leaving, she had someone dress the young prince and take good care of him, and assigned two nannies, Zhao and Jin, to accompany him. If something happened to her young prince, it would really drive her crazy.
Seeing Jiameng's cautiousness, His Highness the Crown Prince repeatedly instructed them to take good care of the young prince and not to allow any other people to approach the area.
If they hadn't also had to go there, and not in that kind of situation, Yinji would have wanted to take his son and leave.
Little Hongyao looked at the newlyweds with his big, bright eyes, occasionally shaking his cute, white little feet, and happily trying to grab their hands.
"Aww, my little Hongyao is so cute." Looking at the adorable baby, and thinking back to how cute Baocheng was back then, how come her big baby and little baby are so lovable?
Waaaaah...
Jialuo, who is completely obsessed with the good looks of her two children, has been having a blank mind lately, with thoughts constantly drifting between Baocheng and Hong.
Yinji was already used to it and didn't say anything. He waited until he finished giving his instructions before leaving.
What happens in the palace has no bearing on the families of the officials.
For example, recently, Songgotu was particularly pleased with himself because of the success of his glass windows and peep shows. He made a fortune, and even though he was no longer in the court, no one dared to look down on him.
Some people did it to follow the emperor's trend, some thought it was actually quite useful, and some did it to show off their wealth...
Regardless of the reason, Songgotu meticulously recorded everything in the account books, because they contained not only the Crown Prince's interests but also 50% of the funds going to the Emperor.
How could he dare to be greedy?
Even a small percentage of profit can drive someone crazy.
And then there's Mingzhu's matter, hahaha, that old scoundrel Mingzhu, who can't even keep up with his own flattery, I heard he recently tried to set up his own workshop, but unfortunately, he failed miserably.
It was hilarious; Su'etu even ate two extra bowls of rice during his meal. Then, he took his teaching pointer and went to visit the children of the Hesheli clan at their school.
Back then, as an illegitimate son, I was able to surpass my legitimate brother and become the patriarch of the Hesheli clan. I had to put in a lot of hard work and effort when I was young.
Unlike those spoiled brats nowadays, they're just a bunch of good-for-nothings. They deserve a beating; otherwise, they'll never amount to anything!
Upon learning of the death of the Eleventh Prince, Songgotu was completely taken aback. Instead, he secretly prayed that all the princes would die suddenly, so that His Highness the Crown Prince could secure his position.
However, this secret joy could not be revealed to others, lest it spread and bring disaster upon the Crown Prince.
I heard that the Crown Prince is still trying to win over the Ninth Prince, but it seems that the Ninth Prince is quite difficult to deal with. He has already spent the price of three Western clocks, but he still hasn't managed to win the Ninth Prince over.
We should sell as many of these glass windows as possible. Besides officials, there are also many wealthy merchants. The area in Jiangnan is the richest.
He didn't dare to open glass window workshops everywhere, and the profit margin of peep shows was also very high. If others found out, wouldn't he lose his monopoly business?
That old scoundrel Mingzhu is infuriating.
Mingzhu, who was frequently complained about by Suo'etu, sneezed several times. "Who's talking badly about me behind my back? It must be that old scoundrel Suo'etu."
Mingzhu has been very active lately. The craftsmen in Suo'etu's workshop are being protected very well. That makes sense; how could such talented craftsmen be easily let go?
It's so enviable!
Recently, Mingzhu has been afraid to see the First Prince, fearing that the First Prince might suddenly visit him, as he really can't bear the embarrassment!
The Imperial Palace.
The untimely death of the eleventh prince was a devastating blow to Consort Yi; a source of great joy for Consort De; a matter of indifference for Consort Hui; and a truly ill-timed death for Consort Rong.
The mourning period for Empress Xiaoyi is about to end, and she wants to go to the Emperor to discuss the matter of her third son marrying a consort, while the fourth prince, Yinxi, has been married for more than a year.
Her third son is even older than the fourth prince.
Now that the eleventh prince has passed away, the emperor must be in a bad mood. If I were to go to the emperor to discuss this matter at this time, the emperor would definitely take his anger out on the third prince.
All I could do was hold my breath, and as I held it in, I started to feel unhappy and upset!
The Fourteenth Prince's illness made Consort Rong feel that a storm was brewing. Why were they all getting into trouble one after another? Would something happen to her third son?
The Consort Rong was so frightened that she sent her personal nanny to the prince's quarters to give him some instructions. She also summoned the princesses and told them to take good care of the Third Prince and not to let him get sick because of their own efforts, or they would all be beaten to death.
She gave birth to five sons, but only one survived. If something happened to her third son, all her hopes for the future would be gone, and she would definitely follow him.
The princesses, who were summoned and kneeling below, listened to Consort Rong's admonition and learned that the princes in the harem seemed to be quite uneasy lately.
Knowing that this was not the time for them to act recklessly, they could only follow suit and persuade the Third Prince to cultivate his character.
The Third Prince enjoys the company of beautiful women and their tender care... However, recently, the princesses in the inner quarters have been advising him to cultivate his moral character, their tone and manner...
This really dampened the Third Prince's spirits, and he went to the Fourth Prince, Yinxi, to confide in him, "Fourth Prince, what's wrong with the ladies in my backyard? Am I really that unattractive?"
The Third Prince Yinzhi, who considers himself a handsome young scholar, should be full of charm, so why is he not liked by the princesses in the inner palace?
Fourth Prince Yinqi gave Third Prince a cold look and said, "Third Brother, you should look for the problem within yourself."
It's all those princesses' fault; they're blind.
"Your eleventh brother just passed away, so you should keep a low profile," Yinmo reminded Yinzhi. If word got out, the third brother would definitely get a scolding from the Emperor.
Upon hearing the fourth prince's reminder, Yin Zhi chuckled and put his hand on Yin Lizhen's shoulder, "I knew you were tight-lipped, fourth prince."
Yin pushed Yin Zhi's hand away, his face cold and expressionless, not wanting to talk to him.
Yin Zhi, with a sullen face that didn't seem to mind at all, leaned closer and whispered something.
Although Ninth Prince Yinde had the best relationship with Tenth Prince Yinyan, he also cared deeply for his Eleventh brother. He was saddened for a long time after learning of his brother's passing.
Even his beloved study of Western clocks has been delayed. Mingming and his eleventh brother have agreed that once he finishes making a Western clock, he will give it to him first.
The Tenth Prince, Yin Hong, was most worried about the Ninth Prince's grief. He stayed by the Ninth Prince's side every day and even took out his Western clock to cheer him up... and then broke one of them.
Enraged, Yin De chased after Yin Zai and beat him severely. "I only have three machines in total, and you've already broken one. What am I supposed to do with the last one?"
If I don't give Lao Shi a good beating today, and make him learn his lesson, he'll definitely cause trouble again, and might even ruin my next game.
Despite being pinned down and beaten, Yin Cai grinned and said, "Ninth Brother, it's good to vent."
I'm so worried about you...
Consort De was recently very worried that something had happened to her Fourteenth Prince. She was unaware that a few plants had appeared in her palace. Fortunately, the Fourteenth Prince was alright.
She said that her fourteenth son was chubby, healthy, and very mischievous, which was incomparable to Consort Yi's sickly eleventh son.
After questioning the Fourteenth Prince, Consort De learned that it was indeed the Fourteenth Prince who got up and opened the window in the middle of the night.
But which woman in the harem doesn't have a few schemes? How could Consort De possibly believe it was a coincidence?
No matter how hot it is, it's impossible for Fourteen to wake up in the middle of the night from the heat and know to open the window to cool off.
check!
The more she couldn't find out, the more irritable Consort De became. It must be Consort Yi. Consort Yi's eleventh birthday was over, so she was holding a grudge against what she had said during the day.
Consort De's secret agent in Yikun Palace told her that Consort Yi was still cursing her in the palace, saying that Consort De was a jinx and that she might be the one who harmed her Eleventh son.
Therefore, Consort De suspected that Consort Yi was the one who had harmed her fourteenth son.
Ah, Consort Yi has probably forgotten that her Fourteenth Prince's healthy physique is far superior to that sickly Eleventh Prince's.
She attacked her own fourteenth son; she couldn't let herself be bullied for no reason.
Didn't Consort Yi arrogantly believe that her face was the most beautiful and charming? It was only because of her bright and beautiful face that she became the most favored among the four consorts.
Today, she should ruin her face.
When the Fourth Prince's wife, Lady Guarjia, learned that Consort De was focusing her attention on Consort Yi in Yikun Palace, she sneered.
It's good that they're fighting.
To avoid that crazy old woman, Consort De, taking her anger out on her, she remembered kneeling in Yonghe Palace in front of so many people, and being forced to kneel for an hour as punishment. Her knees were in excruciating pain.
She lost her mind... Well, that's fine. I just don't know when Consort De will die, given the influence of those plants.
The infighting in the harem was completely different from the tranquility of Yuqing Palace, and Jialuo was unaware of the scheming and backstabbing among them.
Like His Highness the Crown Prince a while ago, I've recently become addicted to raising virtual pets in games.
The one-month-old baby was already fair and tender, and the two-month-old baby was fair, chubby, and bright-eyed... looking at me with bright eyes.
Her little feet were small, delicate, and adorable, fair and tender with a touch of pink. Every time, Jialuo wondered, "Is this adorable Hui really my child?"
"My baby, you're the cutest! Mommy loves you!" Jialuo cupped her little face, showering her little one with compliments.
The little one, seemingly oblivious to the flattery, held his tiny toes and prepared to put them in his mouth to gnaw on.
The softness of her feet amazed Jialuo, but it also stopped him from doing anything. "Biting her toes"... Although it was cute, she still felt it was unclean.
"Hongyao, be good, don't bite your toes." I stroked his chin. Can this little guy at his age really do such complicated movements?
The next second, she picked up the baby again. The baby smelled so good. "My baby Yinmoyao is the cutest and most handsome baby in the whole world."
She waved her little arms, making "ee-ya ee-ya" sounds, and it was unclear what she was saying.
When His Highness the Crown Prince returned from his errands, he saw the heartwarming scene of his Crown Princess holding his son, and his expression softened.
However, what made His Highness the Crown Prince somewhat uneasy was that he had already returned from outside, so did the Crown Princess not hear him coming back?
"Crown Princess." Yin Chu felt a little uncomfortable being ignored by the Crown Princess.
After all, every time he came back from outside, the Crown Prince would look at him with sparkling eyes and rush over to greet him sweetly, calling him "Bao Cheng".
Well, although His Highness the Crown Prince said it was "improper" at the time, he was actually quite pleased with it in his heart.
Now that she's being ignored, His Highness the Crown Prince is unhappy and insists on teaching the Crown Princess a lesson.
Hearing Yinreng's voice, Jialuo looked up, blinking her beautiful eyes. But when she saw Yinchu's figure, her eyes no longer sparkled as usual. She simply greeted him indifferently, "Your Highness is back?"
Your Highness: Something's wrong with the Crown Princess!
Are you feeling unwell?
While pondering these questions in his heart, Yin Chu ignored the Crown Princess's attitude. After taking off his casual outer robe, he walked over and sat down next to Jia Luo.
"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?" Yin Chu's expression turned slightly serious. If His Highness was indeed unwell, the imperial physician would have to examine her properly.
"No, I feel fine. Who told you I'm not feeling well?" Jialuo said matter-of-factly. She was perfectly healthy; they were just trying to slander her.
If I'm not feeling well, won't I be unable to play with my little Hongyao?
Yin Chu's serious expression furrowed slightly. "Crown Princess, you..."
You weren't like this before.
He frowned and looked at the baby in the Crown Princess's arms. The baby looked quite similar to him, chubby and delicate. Every time the Crown Prince saw the baby, he felt his heart soften and he liked him very much.
"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell?" Holding the soft, flat little yellow sheet...
Finally, Bai Ji put his phonetic skills into his face and raised his head early.
The little things that free-spirited family members care about, Jia Sui is good for the old aunt, in line with Co's attention should be.
You did it, yet you didn't realize it was a betrayal of your conscience.
It was on the body of the former Crown Prince.
"No." Yin Chu finally understood why he had felt something was off about the Crown Princess!
The Crown Princess has shifted her attention from herself to little Hongyao?
"That's good. Shall we have a meal first? Our Hongyao hasn't had any milk yet. Come, let your mother feel his tummy to see if it's flat..." Jialuo had only been concerned about His Highness the Crown Prince for a few words when she turned her attention to little Hongyao.
Her fair little hand touched Xiao Hongyao's round belly... Hmm, was he hungry or full? In the end, Jialuo gave up the opportunity to make her own decision and let someone else determine whether Xiao Hongyao was still hungry.
"Your Highness, feel Hongyao's belly. Is he still hungry?" Jialuo handed the chubby little baby in her arms to Eryin.
When his son was handed to him, the initial discomfort in Yin Chu's heart vanished, replaced by a gentle warmth of love.
“You can’t hold him like that, Hongyao won’t be used to it.” As one of the people who visits Xiaohui most often, Yinchu naturally knew how to hold a baby properly.
Watching Yin Chu teach her how to properly hold a baby, Jia Luo subconsciously glanced at Yin Chu a couple more times, making Chuan Ji himself feel uncomfortable.
A short while later, the wet nurse took the little prince away to take care of him and, at the same time, fed him.
As for the Crown Princess... she taught her son in public and her wife in private. After dismissing all the servants, Yin Chu stared at Jia Luo with a serious expression.
"Princess Consort, do you know what the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues are?" Yan Chu should properly teach the Princess Consort how to treat him. How can she neglect herself because of her son?
Xiao Chu didn't know that after many women get married and have children, their attention inevitably shifts from the man to the child.
Yin Yinchu only knew that he would feel uncomfortable and uneasy, so he naturally had to have a good 'discussion' with the Crown Princess about this matter.
"The father is the guide for the son, the ruler is the guide for the subject, and the husband is the guide for the wife?" Jia Luo had never been to school, let alone read any books on female virtues or precepts. She only knew the first three of the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues. When she said it, she was still doubtful and not sure.
"Yes, the husband is the head of the household. Does the Crown Princess know what that means?" Yin Chu didn't need the Crown Princess to know what the Five Constant Virtues of the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues were. It was enough for her to know what "the husband is the head of the household" meant.
"A wife should listen to her husband?" That's the only explanation Jia Luo could come up with, and also... obeying her husband at home? Oh, no, that's another topic.
Ah, that's how the ancients taught. She stroked her chin and answered seriously, "Your Highness, I have always listened to you."
Her bright, watery eyes were fixed on Yin Chu, filled with grievance. She had consulted Yin Chu on many matters before making a decision, for fear of ruining His Highness the Crown Prince's important affairs of state.
"Your Highness, I just returned. You haven't given me a second glance. Did you think that as long as you give birth to my son, everything would be fine? And you wouldn't have to pay any attention to me anymore? Hmm?"
Yin Chu spoke slowly and deliberately, but as he spoke, his voice became increasingly gentle, as if it were a trap to lure Jia Luo into falling into it.
His slightly upturned tone was full of magnetic charm, yet his smile also exuded a chilling danger, like an abyss that could easily draw one in.
(End of this chapter)
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