Chapter 103 Extra Chapter 4
【1】
His Highness the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne was a tremendous blow to the ambitious Eighth Prince and his wife.
However, no matter how great the blow, there was no way to resist. The retired emperor simply abdicated, and with Kangxi suppressing the rebellion, the Eighth Prince no longer bribed a large number of officials as he had done later. He could only accept this fact.
Yinzhi was depressed and furious for a while, but eventually he accepted it.
The new emperor ascended the throne but only bestowed upon himself the title of Prince of the County. He was still one rank away from the position of Prince of the Blood, and he still had to work hard.
He hoped to bring his mother back to the mansion to live out her days in the future, since the Emperor Emeritus had not yet passed away, and there was no reason to bring his mother back. What he hoped to do now was to win back his title through his own efforts and bring honor to his mother.
As for the competition for favor in the backyard, since there's no need to sell oneself for 'ambition,' one can simply favor whomever one likes.
The Eighth Prince's wife, who was once favored in the harem for her bright and flamboyant personality, eventually lost all affection for Yinzhi because of her jealous and savage nature.
The Eighth Prince's wife's pride prevented her from bowing her head repeatedly, leaving her with nowhere to turn and being oppressed by the concubines in the inner courtyard.
The Eighth Prince's wife was never one to swallow her anger. Before, for the sake of Yinzhi's great cause and ambition, she allowed Yinzhi to take away her token and also indulged the women in the harem.
In fact, she was very possessive. Before, she had given her concubines contraceptive soup, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to tear them apart.
But now, Yinzhi's behavior is making her increasingly disheartened.
"Yin Si, since you no longer need it, return the token I gave you before." The Eighth Prince's wife was hoping to use this to secure her position. Having power behind you is different from not having power.
When Yinzhi heard her blunt words, his eyes were filled with indifference, and there was a hint of unfamiliarity in them.
Yinzhi said nothing and coldly handed the token to his eighth wife, Lady Guoluo.
The Eighth Prince's wife was somewhat bewildered as he handed her the item so readily. In fact, she wanted to take back her own token, but she hoped to use it as a basis to control Yinzhi.
How could she not know the importance of the token?
She knew, she knew that Yinzhi wanted it, but when she made the request, Yinzhi didn't even ask a question and coldly threw it back at her, which made the Eighth Prince's wife feel a chill in her heart.
"Yin Si?" The Eighth Prince's wife felt a chill in her heart and couldn't help but look up at the man who had once been so kind to her. She didn't understand how she and Yin Si had ended up like this.
Yinzhi didn't want to pay attention to Lady Guoluo. He walked past her and left. There was no need to waste so much time on Lady Guoluo.
The ninth, tenth, and even the twelfth and thirteenth daughters all have children. Even if they aren't sons, they've at least gotten pregnant and given birth...
But what about him?
Yinzhi didn't understand. If it were before, he doted on his wife exclusively, and she didn't get pregnant, it could be said to be her fault.
Now, not only the primary wife, but also the two secondary wives, several princesses and concubines, have been receiving the emperor's favor for so long, why has none of them gotten pregnant?
Yinzhi dared not think about it; he could only pretend that nothing had happened, but he worked hard every night.
He had only one thought in his mind: no matter who it was, whether it was a princess or a concubine, he no longer expected to have a mother of noble status; he only hoped to have someone who would bring him joy.
To the Eighth Prince's wife, Yinzhi's indifference and unwillingness to engage with her were like a bolt from the blue.
Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed the clothes of Yinzhi's departing figure. Her lips moved slightly, and it took her a long time to find her voice, "Yinzhi, you, you..."
Guo Luoluo didn't know what to say. She only knew that if she let Yinzhi leave now, they would never be able to go back to the way things were before.
But after capturing Yinzhi, she didn't know what to say, because she had a premonition that... it was really all over.
"Yin Si, can we really not go back to the way things were before?" Her voice was soft and gentle, her lowered voice carrying a hint of grievance and pleading, hoping that Yin Si would stay and coax her and stay with her like before.
"Fujin, if you cannot give birth, then do not stop others from having children." Yinzhi did not want to die out his lineage. Even if he remained a prince for his entire life, he still hoped that his family line could continue.
Recently, the Emperor has been reforming the policy of requiring officials and gentry to pay taxes together. He is one of the people in charge of leading the reform, and those officials and gentry hate him to death.
No matter how smooth-talking they are, those officials and gentry will still hate when their interests are threatened.
Yinzhi also heard them saying curses behind his back, such as "May you be childless and have no descendants," "May no one break the basin in the future," and "Serves you right, having a son will not be able to have children." Every time he heard them, he was indifferent and didn't care.
In fact, he cared about it terribly! He even came to hate Guo Luoluo.
When I was young, I had many opportunities. Perhaps, if Lady Guoluo hadn't given those concubines and princesses contraceptive soup, I might have a son or daughter now.
"You blame me?" How could the Eighth Prince's wife not understand after hearing Yinzhi's words? "How can you blame me for something like this? Is it because I can't have children? There are so many women in the harem, how come I haven't seen any of them get pregnant?"
At first, the Eighth Prince's wife also thought it was her problem, otherwise why were the other princes' wives pregnant while she had no sign of pregnancy? She not only drank a lot of fertility remedies, but also prayed to gods and Buddhas, hoping that she could conceive a legitimate son as soon as possible.
At that time, the Eighth Prince's wife was constantly annoyed, wondering which deity she had offended, since countless imperial physicians and doctors had told her that she was perfectly healthy.
But she just couldn't conceive. The Eighth Prince's wife thought that her time to have an heir hadn't come yet, and that she would be able to conceive with a little more effort.
However, current events forced Yinzhi to win over others, from his secondary consorts to his concubines and princesses, and even his own token was given to him. The Eighth Prince's wife thought that it was only temporary, and when they saw the dawn of victory, it would all be worth it.
To everyone's surprise, the emperor chose to abdicate.
However, her concessions did not yield any good results; she was treated increasingly coldly by Yinzhi, and even... somewhat disgusted by him.
The Eighth Prince's wife, Lady Guoluo, couldn't understand why she was met with such a hateful end. She had given so much for Yinzhi, hadn't she?
Yinzhi's expression was already cold when he was questioned, and now that this hidden truth had been exposed, the embarrassment in his heart suddenly surged up.
"Guoluo Clan!!" His ugly face was filled with a reprimanding tone, and his eyes were filled with anger and resentful hatred as he stared at Guoluo Clan.
The Eighth Prince's wife resented Yinzhi, and Yinzhi also vented his negative emotions on Lady Guoluo.
"My Eighth Prince, no matter how loud you shout, it's no use. The facts are the facts. Am I wrong?" The Eighth Prince's wife now vented all her anger on Yinzhi. She was just as sharp-tongued towards Yinzhi as she had been towards others before.
Every word struck at Yinzhi's sore spot: "With so many women in the harem, if one or two can't get pregnant, it can be said to be a women's problem, but surely not all women can't get pregnant?"
"Eighth Prince, you should go see the imperial physician to check on your health." The Eighth Prince's wife took the token and left. If that were the case, there would be no use in her humbling herself.
He's a useless, good-for-nothing man; he can't even have a child.
Before leaving, she gave him a disdainful look and turned away without any mercy.
As Yinzhi watched, he felt a mix of resentment, anger, and resentment, utterly unwilling to believe that the problem stemmed from him.
Especially for a man like him, who is both insecure and arrogant, admitting that he is 'incompetent' is like making him want to die.
With these emotions in mind, Yinreng, sitting on the dragon throne above, listened to the chaotic thoughts below with a cold and calm expression. However, when he looked at Yinsi, his expression changed slightly.
No? Unable to give birth? Afraid to call the imperial physician?
Ah... this...
Yinreng thought for a moment. It seemed that it had indeed been quite a few years since the Eighth Prince's wedding. All the other brothers had children, and even the Fourteenth Prince had a child. The Eighth Prince, let alone a son, didn't even have a daughter.
Yinreng pondered absentmindedly for a moment. It seemed... he hadn't heard of any princess or concubine in the Eighth Prince's residence having any good news. He hadn't paid much attention, but since the Eighth Prince said so, it meant there hadn't been any.
Pity.
At this moment, Yinzhi was unaware that the Emperor had already learned of his affair and had instructed the imperial physician to go to Yinzhi's residence, instructing him to keep the matter a complete secret and not to tell anyone.
The imperial physician was still completely bewildered, not understanding what the emperor meant.
However, when he arrived at Yinzhi's residence, seeing the murderous look in Prince Lian's eyes, he became somewhat timid and said, "Prince Lian, His Majesty is concerned about your health and specially sent me here..."
Don't look at me like that. It's the Emperor. The Emperor sent me.
"Your Majesty? Why would Your Majesty send you here? I am perfectly fine, Your Majesty need not worry. Just report back to Your Majesty as you see fit." Yinzhi felt even more embarrassed, thinking that His Majesty had heard some rumors. He knew that perhaps his second brother meant well, but... he just couldn't accept it.
"Prince Lian, please don't flatter me. I... dare not disobey the Emperor's orders." The Emperor specifically instructed the imperial physicians to do this. You think you can just fabricate evidence like that? If the Emperor investigates, can you take full responsibility? You can't take full responsibility at all.
Prince Lian, Yinzhi, remained expressionless. Finally, after an hour-long standoff with the imperial physician, he reluctantly nodded.
"After the diagnosis, whatever it may be, please tell me the truth, and please keep it a secret." Yinzhi had a premonition, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing.
The imperial physician also thought of the emperor's words about "top secret." Even though he knew that being an imperial physician was somewhat dangerous, he now realized that he had encountered a top-secret assassination attempt.
The imperial physician carefully took the pulse, pondering in his heart whether it was because of the recent chaotic rumors circulating in the capital.
Prince Lian... is he really no good?
After taking his pulse, he remained silent for a long time, his expression slightly grave. This…
“Prince Lian, you…” No wonder none of the wives, concubines, and princesses in Prince Lian’s harem could give birth; it turns out the problem lay with Prince Lian.
Although the imperial physician hesitated for a moment, he finally told Yinzhi, "Your condition... is congenital. Perhaps, some supplements might help, and that could have a slight effect..."
Anyway, the problem lies with you.
How could Yinzhi's face remain calm after hearing the imperial physician's seemingly veiled hints? He pursed his lips and uttered three words with difficulty: "Prescribe the medicine."
He nearly had a stroke, wanting to maintain his composure in front of the imperial physician; how could he possibly lose his composure over such a trivial matter?
While watching the imperial physician prescribe medicine, Yinzhi couldn't help but ask, "Imperial physician, are you sure you haven't made a mistake in your diagnosis? Should we take your pulse again?"
His voice was calm, his face cold, comparable to that of Prince Yong.
The imperial physician knew that such a thing was difficult for a man to accept. When he took Yinzhi's pulse again, he lowered his voice and asked if he needed to call a few more imperial physicians over, perhaps because his medical skills were not good enough.
Yinzhi remained silent. Whether it was shameful or not, it was still better than not having any offspring at all.
In the end, he accepted the imperial physician's advice and asked several more imperial physicians to come and treat his condition properly for a period of time.
Forget about fully recovering, I just want to have at least one child to carry on my family line...
Several imperial physicians were invited to Prince Lian's residence, and many people who paid attention to the palace knew about it, wondering if something serious had happened at Prince Lian's residence.
However, no one could get the news from the imperial physicians; even the medical records were put away, showing how extremely secretive it was.
What exactly happened?
Although everyone was gossiping behind his back, there was no concrete evidence to prove that Yinzhi was infertile; it could only be considered a private curse.
However, when Yinreng heard the imperial physicians report that Prince Lian might not be able to give birth, he felt great pity for him and instructed the physicians to pay close attention to and care for him, emphasizing that they must take Prince Lian's situation very seriously.
There's another reform coming up. The Eighth Prince is a capable man. It has to be said, he truly deserves to be the one who ended up fighting the Fourth Prince. Both of them are capable ministers and wise kings.
Of course, there are no incompetent ministers, only emperors who don't know how to use their ministers. If the leader is placed in a suitable position, the ministers can all be quite capable.
Yinzhi has been on leave recently, and the news that he is seriously ill has been circulating. Several of his brothers were so frightened that they went to visit him to inquire about his condition, but... they were turned away.
The eldest brother almost didn't make it in. He got sick, but so what? All his brothers are strong like Baturu. Even if they get infected, they still have to go see their brother one last time.
Of course, this was just talk; if it were truly an infectious disease, the mansion might have been sealed off indefinitely.
The young servant guarding the door naturally came to report to Yinzhi immediately. Yinzhi found it extremely annoying and was not moved at all. In the end, he still let them in.
Is it something to be proud of to make a fuss outside the door and disturb others?
When the eldest brother and his brothers came in, they thought that something serious had happened to Yinzhi, that he was so ill that he was bedridden. But... his face was rosy and he looked quite energetic.
He showed no signs of illness, leaving his brothers speechless and standing there in astonishment. "Wait, Eighth Brother, you're perfectly fine, aren't you? How did you end up looking so sick?"
"Yes, Eighth Brother, we're so worried about you." The Tenth Brother also felt that the Eighth Brother was going too far, faking illness to scare them.
Yinzhi didn't want to pay attention to these fools who would only mock him behind his back. Even if they didn't, just feeling sorry for him was still a great embarrassment for Yinzhi.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm really fine." Yinzhi suppressed all his emotions and forced a smile. Please don't worry about me, okay?
"Are you really alright? What did the imperial physician say?" The fifth prince asked with concern, his tone gentle, but looking at the eighth prince's expression, he didn't seem to be in any danger.
"I'm really fine, don't worry about me." Yinzhi reiterated again, "If there's nothing else, you can go ahead. I'm very busy, so I won't entertain you any longer."
Hurry up, or our brotherhood will be over.
"Eighth Prince, why are you in such a hurry to push us away? Is there something we can't know? Could it be that the Emperor has assigned you some kind of mission?"
"Brother, it's obviously not that. Haven't many imperial physicians come to Eighth Brother's residence recently? Eighth Brother must be sick. Eighth Brother, what illness do you have? Can't you tell us?"
"Exactly, what's wrong with saying it? It's not like it's anything embarrassing to talk about..."
Suddenly, his words abruptly stopped. Why wouldn't he tell them? Was it really some unspeakable illness? And recently, rumors about Prince Lian have been circulating in the capital.
So, the sudden halt in their conversation made them think of this.
All the brothers looked at Yinzhi, and it was unclear whether Yinzhi understood their gazes. His face turned cold and looked quite unpleasant. "Alright, I've already said that there's really nothing serious. It's getting late, you can all go now."
If it weren't for the fact that some of his brothers held higher titles than him, Yinzhi would have really wanted to say: Get out!
The other brothers looked at each other in bewilderment. What should they do? It seemed they had found out something they shouldn't have. Was this a bit cruel to Lao Ba?
"Ahem, since you have important matters to attend to, Eighth Brother, we'll head back now." The eldest brother felt awkward. The eighth brother was in a much worse situation than him. Back then, he could only hope for a legitimate son and even received a secret formula for conceiving a child from the second brother.
Perhaps it was the secret formula for conceiving a son that caused... a side effect? Anyway, she had two more sons afterward!
But before that, he had given birth to a princess, which shows that he and his wife were both fertile, unlike the eighth prince.
"Yes, yes, we'll be going now. Eighth brother, if you need any help from us, just let us know." The third brother also picked up his fan, trying to appear dashing and debonair to hide his embarrassment.
The fourth prince remained silent, recalling that his father, the Emperor, had given him some kind of tonic years ago, which he would then pass on to the eighth prince.
In truth, Lao Ba's situation is far worse than mine. So what if he married a vicious woman? It's better than having no family line continue.
Then... everyone ran off again, just as quickly and hurriedly as they had before they arrived.
After receiving the token, the Eighth Prince's wife contacted her former subordinates, only to find that... the token was no longer useful, as they had either submitted to the Emperor or to Prince Lian.
It's obvious that a princess who married into the royal family but is no longer favored and unable to bear children can't compare to the emperor.
The Eighth Prince's wife was furious. Then she heard that several imperial physicians had come to treat Prince Lian, but none of them could find out what illness Prince Lian had.
All they knew was that the Emperor had sent a few of his brothers to visit him, but none of them had been able to get any information out of the princes and dukes. Could it be... that he was terminally ill?
Only Guo Luoluo knew, oh, what do you mean by "illness beyond repair"... Oh, right, it really is incurable, there's no hope of survival, how can it be saved?
Later, Prince Zhi, Prince Yong, and several others sent a batch of medicinal herbs to Prince Lian's residence. The officials believed that it was definitely true: Prince Lian was terminally ill and about to die.
The Eighth Prince's wife treated this coldly, and even felt that he deserved it, since Yinzhi had wronged her so much.
Six months later, when everyone thought there was no hope, good news came from the backyard: Princess Zhang and her concubine Mao were pregnant.
When the good news arrived, it first shocked the people in Prince Lian's harem, and then spread quickly (mainly because Prince Lian, Yinzhi, wanted to wash away his past shame, as he was fertile), and most people in the capital were shocked.
The imperial physicians had been at Prince Lian's residence for so long, and then other princes delivered medicinal herbs. Yet, Yinzhi emerged with a rosy and healthy complexion. Everyone speculated... Could it be that the rumors circulating in the capital were true?
Just when everyone had accepted this fact and were whispering about it in private, such big news broke, causing a sensation in high-level circles.
What happened? What exactly did Prince Lian eat?
Many wives who were struggling to conceive, along with a small number of men, went to see the imperial physicians. What exactly are the medicinal herbs that Prince Lian is taking? Quickly, prepare a copy for me too!!!
Let alone those who can't have children, even families with one or two sons are eager to have more. No one ever thinks they have too many sons.
The happiest person in this matter was Yinzhi. Worried that it might be a false alarm, he even invited several doctors over to check whether they were really pregnant.
After confirming it, he burst into laughter in the study.
Immediately afterward, fearing that the two princesses might be murdered, he quickly sent people to protect them.
Hahaha... I'm so happy! I'm bursting with joy! If I weren't so afraid of being laughed at, I would have thrown a huge banquet.
But it doesn't matter, we'll definitely throw a big banquet after the baby is born.
Next, he lingered in the courtyards of his two concubines, trying to get them to conceive his child as well.
As for the Eighth Prince's wife, when she learned of this news, she was so angry that she smashed set after set of porcelain.
What a despicable man! How could he possibly be pregnant?! And yet she was so arrogantly rubbing salt in Yinzhen's wounds before…
I thought he couldn't have children and would only suffer like me for the rest of his life. Who knew he actually had a child?!
Impossible! How could this be?!
With a ferocious expression, the Eighth Prince's wife was furious and wanted to attack the two concubines who were pregnant. However, Yinzhi had probably anticipated this situation. With so many people he had offended, there were bound to be some who wanted him to be childless.
The Eighth Prince's wife couldn't find an opportunity to make a move, and the children of Zhang and Mao had already been betrothed by Yinzhi to his secondary consorts, Hesheli and Fucha.
Neither of them was sure if they could conceive again. If they couldn't, wouldn't they be lonely and miserable for the rest of their lives? So, they each took responsibility for the safety of one child, and as for whether it would be a boy or a girl, that would depend on their luck.
There was no way around it; Zhang and Mao could not possibly protect him, and Yinzhi didn't have the time to watch over and take care of him all the time. His two concubines, who came from the Fucha and Hesheli families, had quite a few people under their command.
Zhang and Mao were aware of this, since their master's business outside the palace had offended many people, so they didn't mind the arrangement made for the two concubines.
The world where only the Eighth Prince's wife was injured has been achieved.
When the two women were about to give birth, the Eighth Prince's wife tried to bribe the midwife, but the two concubines caught her and told Yinzhi.
Yinzhi's affection for Lady Guoluo had long since ended, so how could he possibly continue to indulge her?
These are his own offspring, his only... his only two offspring. He didn't know if the effects of his medicine had worn off, but during the six months that Zhang and Mao were pregnant, no one else had any good news.
Some things were abandoned, which made them even more nervous about the Zhang and Mao families.
They were worried about the children in their wombs, so why entrust them to others for upbringing? They didn't feel anything was wrong at all. For example, they were raised by Consort Hui, their fifth brother by the Empress Dowager, and their twelfth brother by Su Ma La Gu. This was the traditional rule of their Qing Dynasty royal family.
The Eighth Prince's wife was imprisoned in the deserted main courtyard. All the maids and servants around her were replaced, leaving only guards.
Later, Lady Zhang gave birth to Prince Lian's first son, Hongwang, who was then raised by Consort Fucha.
Lady Mao gave birth to the first daughter of Prince Lian, who was then raised by Consort Hesheli.
Only the Eighth Prince's Consort, after being imprisoned in the main courtyard, became increasingly insane and paranoid. Occasionally, she couldn't accept it, shaking her head hysterically and muttering to herself, "I am the Eighth Prince's Consort, I am the Empress..."
Because of her outrageous remarks, which reached the ears of Yinzhi, and in order to prevent the entire Lianjun Prince's Mansion from being implicated by her, the Eighth Prince's wife eventually died of illness...
【2】
Since giving birth to her legitimate son, Fifth Prince Consort Tatara seemed to have made peace with the world, shedding her former resentment and self-pity.
Her plump figure exuded an air of wealth and prosperity, her smile was gentle and kind, and she held her chubby son, always beaming with joy.
Knowing that she was foolish and not very capable of protecting her son, she asked Consort Yi for two nannies and four maids to protect the main courtyard.
Consort Yi would never harm her own grandson. On the contrary, influenced by the Emperor, she valued her grandson quite a bit and naturally bestowed upon him loyal nannies and maids.
The nannies and maids around the Fifth Prince's wife naturally knew that the nannies bestowed by Consort Yi were very capable, as evidenced by their competence when the Fifth Prince's wife was pregnant. They did not try to compete with them for the position of the first nanny.
On the contrary, it is better to be harmonious and obedient to orders. Internal strife will only give those little bitches in the backyard an opportunity to harm their little prince.
First, we must raise the young prince to adulthood so that he can stand on his own two feet in the future.
In the past, Yinqi would not have thought of visiting his wife, because he felt that she was unlikable, especially since her words were unpleasant to hear.
He went to the backyard not to please the woman, but to have fun, and to have the woman make him happy.
However, after his wife gave birth to his legitimate son, Yinqi could not ignore him and would occasionally visit him.
After giving birth to a legitimate son, the Fujin (wife of the emperor) lost her previous eccentricity and could communicate properly, which relieved Yinqi.
Fifth Princess Consort didn't really want to pay attention to Yinqi, but the nanny was right. Whether her son could be made the heir apparent in the future depended on the master.
On the one hand, she communicated well with her master, and on the other hand, she played mahjong with the Empress, occasionally bringing her own child along!
Look, Your Majesty, isn't my son adorable? Do you like him? Let me pinch his cheeks...
If they can make a good impression on the Empress, their son will have a better chance of winning when it comes to choosing an heir.
No one knew what the Fifth Prince's wife was thinking. Yinqi thought that the princess had become sensible.
Consort Liu, who gave birth to Yinqi's eldest son, was actually very afraid. She had considered taking action against the Fifth Prince's wife, but she was powerless to do so. The main courtyard was protected by the nannies bestowed by Consort Yi, and the Imperial Household Department had been purged wave after wave by the Emperor, so her family's power was not what it used to be.
Therefore, she could only coax Yinqi. Her eldest son was quite well-behaved, sensible, and knew how to act cute, much better than that chubby and fair-skinned legitimate son.
"Hmph, you think you can compete with my son for the position of heir apparent without my son's favor? Don't even think about it!" Liu Jia smiled coldly, determined to seize the position of heir apparent.
She was so favored that her master always took her side.
But in the end... what Liu Jia couldn't bear was that the position of heir apparent appointed by the Emperor was actually the son of that wretched woman, Tara?! Why? Just because her son was the legitimate heir?
hateful!
Liu Jia didn't dare to make a scene; she could only harbor resentment in her heart, thinking, "Why is it that they have the right to do this?!"
Yinqi, perhaps knowing her thoughts, came to her courtyard with a cold face. "The heir chosen by the Emperor cannot be changed, and it's not your place to resent him. Is this an expression of your dissatisfaction with the Emperor?"
And then... she fell out of favor.
[3] After the original owner, Fucha Jialuo, transmigrated to the modern world (some cuties wanted to read this, so I specially gave the original owner a happy ending, a very short story)
Fucha Jialuo was an innocent and carefree girl. She knew she was participating in a talent show, but she never expected that she would accidentally fall into a lake and end up in a dark place.
She didn't know how long she had been trapped. When the light reappeared, the first sound she made was the cry of a baby.
Did she reincarnate? Or did she die? Did she not drink the Meng Po soup (the soup of oblivion)?
She wasn't quite used to it at first, but when she met her father, mother, brothers, and other relatives again, she smiled.
An ordinary yet warm family, still innocent and carefree.
At this moment, she was no longer Lady Fucha, but Jin Jialuo.
When she was three years old, she went to play on the small beach downstairs with her mother for the first time and ran into her childhood sweetheart, the man her mother had originally planned to marry her off to—
"Brother Jiamu!" The little girl in the pretty dress ran towards the cute little boy, her smile full of joy.
The little boy, who had been called out, looked at the pretty girl with some confusion. Who was she? I don't remember her.
To cover up his embarrassment at forgetting the other person, he smiled brightly as well, "Little sister, come and play with me."
Besides playing in the sand, children also play house.
Little Jialuo, remembering what her father had said to her brother Jiamu, said in a sweet yet strong voice, "I want to be Jiamu's bride."
"No, I want to be a bride too!" Many children know from a young age that they like good-looking people. Who wouldn't like a cute and delicate little boy like Chi Jiamu?
After all, there are some chubby kids of the same age who only know how to have runny noses, while Chi Jiamu knows what it means to be elegant and charming.
Others wanted to compete with her, but Chi Jiamu, ashamed that she had forgotten the pretty girl's name, decided to ask everyone to give way to her.
The others who were refused reluctantly nodded. Well, since it was the little girl's first time playing with them, they would reluctantly give in.
Little did they know that by giving in, they would lose all hope of fighting for the future...
From the time she was three years old, when they played house, Jin Jialuo had always been Chi Jiamu's bride.
As Chi Jiamu watched the little dumpling he had raised grow up become more and more beautiful and popular, during high school, Jin Jialuo's drawer was filled with stacks of pink envelopes.
Chi Jiamu felt sour just looking at it, and immediately moved the person to his own bowl.
No one can take it from him!
"Brother Jiamu is alright, but I always see so many envelopes in your drawer. Who gave them to you?" The pampered little girl stood with her hands on her hips, looking at him with her beautiful eyes watery, as if she were being coquettish or coquettish.
“I don’t know her, I haven’t read any of her letters.” Chi Jiamu gently pinched Jin Jialuo’s nose, who was so angry she looked like a little dolphin, with a hint of doting. “Let’s go, Mom wants you to go home early today. She made your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.”
He wouldn't bother discussing this with his sweetheart; there's no point in arguing about it.
For some reason, he always felt as if he had waited for a very long time, as if he had waited a lifetime, before finally getting his little darling.
He will always, always protect her, and he will... keep going on and on...
Childhood sweethearts, inseparable and innocent.
(End of this chapter)
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