Chapter 105 Extra Chapter: Sky Screen Cinema 11
[Qingying was punished, and then the imperial concubine pointed out the inappropriateness of her clothing. In a fit of anger, Fucha Langhua suddenly fainted.]
"Madam!"
"Langhua!" Feng Ruozhao rushed over anxiously. "Langhua, what's wrong? Quick, quickly summon the imperial physician to examine the Fourth Princess Consort!"
Amidst the chaos and confusion, only Qingying stood stubbornly in place, as if it were none of her business.
Soon, after a diagnosis by the imperial physician, it was confirmed that Fucha Langhua was pregnant.
"Quickly, go and tell the Emperor and Hongli the good news!"
Upon seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After witnessing Qingying's series of absurd farces, it was finally a rare piece of good news.
Therefore, even though just a moment ago he was saying that this was a different world and that people shouldn't relate to it, at this moment Kangxi burst into laughter, looking even happier than when he first had a child.
Feeling that Yinzhen's breathing had eased, Yinsi also let go of his hand.
"Eighth Brother," Yinzhen seemed to be infected by the joy of the people in the sky, the coldness disappeared, but he frowned slightly with regret: "Do you think I made the wrong choice? Although the Fucha clan had the Lingling Incense incident, they didn't really threaten Hongli's offspring, and they handled things very well after it was exposed..."
Yinzhi patted his shoulder forcefully: "What's past is past, Fourth Brother. This decision was made together, there's no chance to regret it, so you don't need to worry about it."
What Yinzhi didn't say was that, after yesterday's quirky little game, he was now somewhat suspicious that among the four options Tianmu offered, the seemingly most normal one might actually be the worst. In fact, apart from "Qingying's Perspective," the other three options were all quite good.
But in that case, there's no need to say it out loud and upset Fourth Brother again.
Yinzhen sighed, thinking about it, and realized it made sense.
Looking at the subsequent developments in the Heavenly Curtain, although Qingying continued to talk to herself, seeing Hongli and Yunzhen go on an expedition, seeing the successful subjugation of the Dzungars, and seeing Hongli shine at the banquet, Yinzhen's mood was completely calmed down.
He also turned his attention to Yinzhi. Yinzhi had been so angry earlier that no one else dared to approach him, except for his eighth brother who had stayed by his side. Yinzhen was not unmoved by this, and when he thought of how Yongzheng had treated Yinzhi on the screen, even though Yinzhen tried not to put himself in that situation, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Eighth brother..."
"What's wrong, Fourth Brother?"
Yinzhi turned to look at him, his expression still gentle.
Yinzhen didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he looked up at the sky and asked, "Do you think Yongzheng is starting to fear Hongli?"
"Right?"
The two discussed the content displayed on the sky, seemingly unaware of each other's thoughts.
Yinzhen was never good with words. He silently made a decision in his heart that he would never let him and the Eighth Prince end up like that in the sky.
Of course, Yinzhen didn't ask this question casually. Through Yongzheng's subsequent actions on the screen, such as suddenly promoting the Third Prince and the Fifth Prince, sharing the power in the harem, and ordering Hongli to temporarily relieving himself of all his duties to serve the ailing Empress Dowager, it is not hard to see that Yongzheng had become wary of Hongli.
Everyone couldn't help but tense up. No one paid attention to Qingying anymore; they were just curious about how this most prestigious father-son dispute in the world would be resolved.
Especially for Yinreng, after learning of his fate, this matter was like a radar being activated, making him watch intently.
Kangxi looked at the sky and then at the earnest Yinreng, his feelings were complicated. He truly had no intention of deposing the crown prince.
The sudden appearance of such a serious succession struggle in the otherwise unconventional sky was not something Kangxi could easily adapt to; rather, he could no longer ignore the fact that a rift had already formed between him and Bao Cheng.
On December 23, the Empress Dowager, who had been bedridden for nearly two months, passed away. The Emperor issued an edict posthumously honoring her as Empress Xiaogongren.
During the Empress Dowager's funeral, the Emperor was overcome with grief and eventually collapsed before her coffin. The imperial physicians diagnosed that excessive sorrow had triggered a pre-existing illness, and he quickly fell seriously ill, passing away within a few days. Prince Bao, Hongli, then smoothly ascended the throne.
"Why?"
Yinzhi couldn't help but exclaim, "That simple?"
Emperor Kangxi's face darkened; everyone present felt things had gone too smoothly. Only Yinzhi dared to shout it out, prompting Kangxi to question him, "What else do you want to see? Do you want to see Hongli rebel?"
Yinzhi shrank back. In front of so many people, would his father really hit him?
He immediately exclaimed, "Did Yongzheng really have such deep feelings for the Empress Dowager? I don't believe it! Did he really die of illness?"
Kangxi closed his eyes. What? He didn't die of illness, but was poisoned by Hongli or someone else. Is that what sounds better to say?
"Otherwise what?"
Considering that his elder brother had just advised him, Yin Zhi stepped forward and stopped Yin Zhi, who was about to continue speaking: "Brother, the view from the Sky Curtain is incomplete. Even if there are any inside stories, Qing Ying wouldn't know. So don't ask."
Yinzhi took a deep breath. "Good, good, so this is how you persuade people, Third Brother. How are you any different from the Eldest Brother? If you don't know how to persuade, you don't have to. Really!"
Sure enough, when he looked at Kangxi again, his face darkened even more. What was the difference between the third prince's words and directly saying that Yongzheng was murdered? Huh? What was the difference?
Why does he have such a son?!
"Father, please don't hold it against my eldest brother and third brother. It was an unintentional mistake."
Yinreng smiled and comforted him, "Now Father Emperor sees it, doesn't he? Compared to them, at least his son knows how to keep his mouth shut! Depose him, and see who else you can choose?"
On the other side, in the ranks of officials, Songgotu approached Mingzhu with a smile and whispered, "This is your eldest prince."
Mingzhu's forehead veins throbbed as she gritted her teeth and replied, "What do you mean 'mine'? That's the Emperor's eldest prince!"
He couldn't be swayed, he really couldn't be swayed. At this moment, Mingzhu was truly wavering. Should he really continue to support the First Prince's faction? Would the Emperor execute him before he died of anger?
During the mourning period for the late Emperor, Yixiu had no appetite. Upon receiving the news, Fucha Langhua, along with a group of female relatives, came to dine with her to show their filial piety.
Fucha Langhua offered a few words of advice, but seeing that Yixiu had no appetite, she gave Qingying a look. After all, Qingying was the Empress Dowager's niece, so hopefully she could be of some use.
Qingying, aware of her different status, stepped forward in a gentle and affectionate tone, picked up a soup bowl, and introduced it to Yixiu: "Aunt, this ham and bamboo shoot soup has snow-white bamboo shoot slices paired with bright red ham, and the soup is golden. It looks quite appetizing, so I served some to you and also added some bamboo shoot slices. Please try it."
Yi Xiu glanced at the soup in Qing Ying's hand, then looked coldly at Qing Ying who was trying to persuade her to drink it. She sighed softly and said in a deep voice, "Qing Ying, do you still acknowledge me as your aunt?"
“Aunt…” Qingying was confused and looked bewildered.
“I believe I have treated you well, yet during the late Emperor’s funeral, you served me meat…”
"Outrageous! Absurd!"
Before Kangxi could get angry, Yinzhi cried out, so angry that his vision went black and he fell forward.
"Third brother!"
"Third Brother!"
Everyone panicked; no one expected that the first person to faint from anger would be Yin Zhi.
"Lord Liu!"
"Imperial Censor Zhang!"
The ranks of officials at the rear also stirred, and two senior officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Censorate fell to the ground.
No one expected that Qingying would knock out three people with just one bowl of soup.
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