Chapter 9 He was only a few days old, and he was already urinating...
He's only a few days old, what's wrong with him wetting the bed!
Yinzhi got angry just looking at Yinzhen's face, but unfortunately, he was just a newborn baby and couldn't do anything except cry a few times.
"Let me see." Wen Shan stepped forward and saw that he had indeed urinated. She quickly changed Yin Si's diaper together with Pearl and Amber.
Yinzhen watched as Wenshan bustled about in the study, took out a book, and said in a serious tone, "Mother Xuan, then I will read to my younger brother."
When Wen Shan saw that Yinzhen was holding a book on Tang history, she asked with great interest, "Have the tutors in the Imperial Study been teaching you Tang history lately?"
Yinzhen nodded and opened the book. Wenshan then asked, "Where is Master talking about now?"
Yinzhen: "The Xuanwu Gate Incident".
Wen Shan: "..."
Yinzhi: "..."
The young Yinzhi had a blank expression on his face.
Seeing Yinsi's dazed look, Yinzhen sighed like a little adult and said, "Eighth brother, you must study hard so that you can become a pillar of the court and share the burden of the Emperor."
Yinzhi stretched out his leg and tried to kick his fourth brother.
Wen Shan couldn't help but laugh and pulled Yinzhen aside: "Alright, let's stop reading for now and have lunch. Your mother made your favorite braised fish."
"good."
Yinzhen obediently put away the book and was taken by Pearl to wash his hands.
Wen Shan walked to Yin Si's crib and looked at his fair little face. He kicked his legs and couldn't help but tease him: "Yin Si, be a good boy and drink your milk. When you grow up, you can eat fish with your brother."
Who wants to eat fish with Yinzhen?
The fact that he had become an infant who couldn't even roll over was already enough to annoy Yinzhi, but now his nemesis from his past life, Yinzhen, was constantly in front of him, which was almost enough to break down the self-control he had cultivated over the years.
Although Yinzhi's soul was that of Prince Lian Yinzhi, who had experienced a lifetime of ups and downs, this infant body, which was only a few days old, naturally carried some infant instincts that Yinzhi could not resist. For example, recently he felt that his behavior and thoughts were very childish.
Yinzhi, who is only a little over half a month old, can only drink milk. However, since he has fully regained consciousness, he has found it difficult to accept being breastfed by a wet nurse. When he was with Consort Wei, his five senses were still somewhat blurred, and he often could not even control his limbs, so he was forced to drink human milk for half a month. Now, Yinzhi can resist being breastfed by the wet nurse by firmly shaking his head.
"Your Highness, the little prince has suddenly stopped drinking milk for some reason," the wet nurse reported to Wen Shan with a worried expression.
Wen Shan and Yin Si were helping Yin Zhen practice calligraphy after lunch when they heard this and frowned: "What do you mean you won't drink milk anymore? Did the little prince spit up milk?"
Although she had never raised a child, she had heard that babies spit up milk.
The wet nurse shook her head repeatedly: "When I was feeding the little prince just now, he suddenly struggled and refused to drink a drop, no matter how I coaxed him."
This greatly worried the wet nurse, as the Eighth Prince had always been very well-behaved and had never been in such a situation before.
Wen Shan became anxious upon hearing this, worried that Yin Si was ill. She hurriedly got off the bed and turned around to see Yin Zhen holding a pen and looking at her. Wen Shan asked, "Yin Zhen, are you going to continue practicing calligraphy here or go with Xuan E Niang to see your younger brother?"
Yinzhen's tense face immediately relaxed. He got off the bed and took Wenshan's hand: "Yinzhen, go see your brother."
The princes were each assigned four wet nurses from birth. At this moment, the remaining three wet nurses were anxiously circling around Yinzhi. As soon as his clothes were taken off, the Eighth Prince would start kicking his arms and legs wildly and resolutely refuse to turn his head in that direction.
"Oh, my little darling, just take a sip."
"What should we do? How can the little prince not drink milk?"
Surrounded by several wet nurses trying to feed him from all angles, Yinzhi was utterly despondent. Who could save him?
Perhaps heaven heard his cry for help, for a pair of warm and soft hands took him in, and Yinzhi was held in someone's arms, smelling a pleasant floral fragrance.
As soon as Wen Shan entered the room, she saw Yin Si struggling frantically in the arms of his wet nurse. Startled, Wen Shan quickly picked him up, fearing she might drop him.
Fortunately, Yinzhi calmed down and stopped moving around when she held him.
The wet nurses all looked worried; if the little prince wouldn't drink milk, wouldn't they be useless?
"Was the young prince like this when he was with Consort Wei?" Wen Shan asked.
"No, this has never happened before. The little prince has always been fed according to the prescribed schedule." The wet nurse quickly replied.
These wet nurses had been serving Yinzhi since birth. Just a few days ago, they were saying in private that the Eighth Prince was so well-behaved and obedient, saving them so much trouble. Who knew that something like this would happen today?
"Is it something you ate or used that the young prince doesn't like?" Wen Shan thought for a moment and then asked.
The wet nurses were even more terrified and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, Consort Xuan, please understand. Our daily food and lodging are rationed, and we have never broken any rules."
"Yes, even if someone breaks the rules, it's impossible for the four of us to be unable to breastfeed the little prince."
Looking at the obedient Yinzhi in her arms, Wen Shan felt a little uneasy. Could it be that he was not used to the new environment?
Or did she leave her mother and go on a hunger strike in protest?
At this time, Yinzhi was also a little hungry. He racked his brains trying to figure out how to let Consort Xuan know that he was hungry but without letting the wet nurse feed him.
"Why don't we start with..."
"Wow—wow—"
After thinking for a long time, Yinzhi, whose stomach was getting hungrier and hungrier, finally followed the physiological instinct of an infant and chose to cry loudly to show that he was starving.
Wen Shan was startled: "What's wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
The wet nurses were also confused. They hurriedly checked Yinzhi and found that he hadn't bumped or hurt himself and didn't need a diaper change. Since he had just refused to drink milk, no one thought that he was hungry.
After watching for a while, Yinzhen suddenly asked, "Mother Xuan, is Eighth Brother hungry?"
Yinzhi's crying stopped abruptly.
How did Fourth Brother find out?!
Seeing that Yinzhi had stopped crying, Wenshan asked with some doubt, "Could it be that he's really hungry?"
The wet nurses immediately tried to breastfeed him again, and as expected, Yinzhi struggled desperately.
Yinzhi clenched his fist secretly, thinking, "I'd rather starve to death than drink a drop of your milk!"
Wen Shan was extremely worried. What exactly happened?
“Mother Xuan, how about we try feeding Eighth Brother with a spoon?” Yinzhen offered another suggestion.
Upon hearing this, Yinzhi immediately waved his little hand in agreement.
Wen Shan had no other choice but to try anything, so she had the wet nurses put the milk in bowls and feed it to Yinzhi with spoons.
Surprisingly, this method actually worked, and Yinzhi obediently drank it.
Wen Shan's eyes widened as she pulled Yinzhen close and asked, "How did you know your brother wanted to drink milk with a spoon?"
Yinzhen: "When Fuqi first came, it was just a little puppy, and I fed it milk with a spoon."
Yinzhi, who was focused on drinking his milk: "..."
You, Yinzhen, actually compared me to a dog!
"Oh dear, the Eighth Prince is choking!" the wet nurse exclaimed.
The Xianfu Palace was unusually chaotic, but fortunately, Yinzhi fell into a deep sleep after drinking his milk. Yinzhen took advantage of Yinzhi's sleep to reach out and touch his little face.
There was nothing he could do; when Yinzhi was awake, he absolutely refused to let him touch him.
"My little brother is so soft."
Wen Shan teased him with a smile, "When Xuan E Niang first saw Yin Zhen in Cining Palace, she also thought, 'Whose child is this? He's so cute and cuddly.'"
Yinzhen blushed as Wenshan teased him. He remembered that when his father punished him by making him kneel in the snow, his mother went to wipe his face.
Wen Shan hugged Yinzhen and stayed by his side for a while, watching Yinsi sleep soundly, before leaving with Yinzhen.
When Yinzhi was a little over a month old, Wenshan was surprised to find that he could already roll over.
Although it can't be completely flipped over yet, it has already flipped over a small part of it.
Yinzhi, who was practicing turning over every day, was full of pride and high spirits. He was determined to grow up quickly so that he wouldn't have to endure the harassment from his scoundrel fourth brother!
Unexpectedly, Yinzhen liked Yinsi very much and would go over to talk to him every day. Yinsi was so tired of listening to his nagging that his ears were almost calloused.
Until one day, the tireless Yinzhi finally managed to put some real resistance against his fourth brother's tyranny—he turned over and faced him with his backside.
Wen Shan was overjoyed when she found out. She hugged and kissed Yin Si several times, praising him as a smart child.
Yinzhi was a little shy when Wenshan kissed him. Although he still didn't quite understand why his fourth brother was being raised here during the past half month at Xianfu Palace, he had come to realize that Consort Xuan was a good person who was kind to his fourth brother and to him as well. She treated them both like her own sons and took care of everything for them.
Although Yinzhi had a good relationship with Consort Wei in his previous life, he was raised by Consort Hui from a young age and never saw Consort Wei, so he lacked maternal love during his childhood.
Unexpectedly, although he was reborn and still left the Wei family, it somewhat fulfilled the regrets of his previous life.
Therefore, while he was still young and could act spoiled and unreasonable, Yinzhi used his infant status as a cover to secretly compete with Yinzhen for favor.
For example, he just smiled and kissed Consort Xuan back.
Well, he was even happier to see Fourth Brother's face turn as red as the bottom of a pot.
Give me another kiss.
"Little Eight, how can you be so cute?" Wen Shan lifted Yin Si high in the air, making him laugh.
Then, as soon as he turned to face Yinzhen, he immediately put away his smile and put on a stern face.
Yinzhen: "..."
He felt that his brother was targeting him, but he had no evidence.
Yinzhi was a well-behaved and adorable boy who always smiled at everyone. Wenshan raised him for a while and realized that his reputation as a wise prince was already evident in his childhood.
In the entire palace, there were only two people Yinzhi would never smile at: one was Yinzhen, and the other was Kangxi.
After discovering this, Yinzhen was slightly happy. He breathed a sigh of relief as long as his younger brother wasn't targeting him specifically.
However, since Emperor Kangxi did not visit often, Yinzhi only treated Yinzhen differently.
Yinzhen was stubborn and became more determined after setbacks. When Yinsi refused to pay attention to him, he tried all sorts of ways to amuse him, giving him various gifts. He would make several trips to Yinsi's place every day without fail, which made Wenshan both amused and exasperated.
After caring for Yinzhi for almost a month, Consort Tongjia, who had miscarried a month earlier, finally met with her mother.
Lady Tongjia submitted her nameplate to the palace early in the morning. Upon entering the main hall of Chengqian Palace, she was heartbroken to see that Consort Tongjia had lost weight and looked pale. She performed the proper etiquette and then hurriedly stepped forward to hold her daughter's hand.
"Why have you lost so much weight?" Madam Tongjia touched her daughter's face with heartache: "I know you're sad, but your health is the most important thing."
Consort Tongjia gave a sad laugh: "What use is my good health if I can't keep the young prince?"
Lady Tongjia sighed, looking at the magnificent furnishings in the palace, the various expensive and exquisite ornaments, the chaise lounge under her daughter was made of sandalwood, and the jade pillow behind her was made of a piece of Shu brocade that had just been presented as a tribute and was worth no less than a hundred gold pieces. She knew that the emperor still cared about his daughter.
Mrs. Tong Jia took out a handkerchief to wipe away her daughter's tears and comforted her, saying, "You are still young, you will have children in the future. Your mother was over thirty before she had you and your brother."
Consort Tongjia buried her face in her mother's arms and wept bitterly: "Mother, he is almost seven months along, he can already move, he is a little prince, Mother."
"Mother knows, Mother knows everything." Madam Tongjia patted her daughter's back and coaxed, "As the saying goes, good things come to those who wait. Everything will be alright. The entire Tongjia clan is behind you. What are you afraid of?"
Consort Tongjia cried in her mother's arms for a while before feeling some of the grievances that had been building up in her heart recently dissipate.
"Did you listen to what your mother said? You didn't bring the Fourth Prince back, did you?" Madam Tongjia asked after seeing that her daughter's emotions had stabilized.
Consort Tongjia paused for a moment and remained silent.
Just as Madam Tongjia was about to get anxious, Chen Mama said, "Don't worry, Madam. The Imperial Concubine has informed the Emperor that the Fourth Prince is not fully recovered and has been asked to stay at Xianfu Palace for the time being."
"That's right." Madam Tongjia patted her daughter's hand and said earnestly, "I told you a few years ago not to keep the Fourth Prince and to find a way to get rid of him. Adopted children will steal the blessings of your own children. I think your miscarriage this time was because you were cursed by the Fourth Prince."
"Mother!"
Madam Tongjia interrupted her and said seriously, "Your mother is an experienced person. When I couldn't conceive for a long time, your grandmother asked me to raise your half-sister. Even though it offended my mother-in-law, I resolutely refused. That's how I ended up having all three of you siblings. Your maternal grandmother was the same way. This is also the principle that your maternal grandmother taught me."
"Besides, it would be one thing if the Fourth Prince's imperial genealogy were in your name, but the Fourth Prince is still Consort De's son. You're raising her son while also protecting your own child from harm. Isn't that a bit unfair?"
Seeing that her daughter remained silent, Lady Tongjia continued to persuade her, "In my opinion, why not take this opportunity to let Consort Xuan take care of the Fourth Prince? You should take good care of your health, and you will surely become pregnant again soon."
Consort Tongjia was also somewhat wavering. From the day Yinzhen was brought to Chengqian Palace, Lady Tongjia hurriedly went to the palace to persuade her not to keep him. At that time, Consort Tongjia had not been able to conceive. She couldn't bear to part with Yinzhen because he was so cute and adorable. However, her mother's words had also planted a thorn in her heart.
So for the past few years, she has been indifferent to Yinzhen. Logically speaking, since Yinzhen was raised in her palace, he could directly call her "Mother," but she kept this in mind and only let him call her "Noble Mother."
She certainly loved Yinzhen, otherwise she wouldn't have raised him against her mother's wishes. However, her love was always overshadowed by her mother's words, leaving her unsure of how to treat Yinzhen.
Thinking of her son, Tong Jia, who died before he was even born, Consort Tong Jia covered her chest with her slender hand and sighed, "Let me think about it some more, Mother."
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