Chapter 216 When Everyone is Reborn: The Legend of Zhen Huan - The Prince's Mansion Chapter 11
The former succubus Landis, now Aisin Gioro Yinzhen, and now Aisin Gioro Hongyan, lay on the small bed, looking at Yinreng's "fawning and smiling" face, and sighed silently, feeling that he had been taken advantage of.
"Hongyan, little Hongyan, call me Father—call me Father!"
Looking at his fourth son's face, now renamed Hongyan, Yinreng couldn't suppress his smile. What a twist of fate! His fourth son probably never imagined he'd become his son, hahaha—
"Get out of the way," Kangxi said, unable to bear the sight, and shoved Yinreng aside. He carefully picked up Hongyan and said, "How old is he? How can he talk? Don't you know you have two sons? I'm not talking about you, but Grandpa's little Hongyan is so well-behaved—"
Watching Kangxi gently coax the child, Yinreng couldn't help but twitch his lips. Was their plan a little too successful? Did the old man really only have eyes for his good grandson?
"Your Majesty, the princes request an audience."
Liang Jiugong didn't want to spoil the Emperor's good mood, but the area outside the Qianqing Palace was packed with princes; it was the first time he had ever seen so many people gathered there.
"Let them in."
Kangxi glanced at Yinreng, who was obliviously playing with little Hongyan, and sighed softly, suddenly feeling a pang of pity for Baocheng. He could guess at a glance why his sons had come outside, but unfortunately Baocheng had neither a precognitive dream nor its content, and was thus excluded from the conversation.
"Greetings to Father Emperor, may Father Emperor enjoy boundless blessings and peace."
"Get up, all of you. Why are you all here today?" Kangxi looked at the crowd below with a half-smile, and seeing their evasive eyes, he sneered, but suddenly noticed the fourth prince who seemed out of place.
Tsk, I almost forgot about him.
Wow—I didn't notice until we were standing together, but why does the fourth brother look so much wider than the other brothers? And how many more wrinkles does he have on his face? There's nothing he's asked to do on the surface, so how many things has he been plotting behind the scenes?
Big Fatty Orange was really confused standing among his brothers. He didn't understand why his brothers were so curious about a found imperial grandson. Curiosity was one thing, but why did they all have to come and see him? It made it impossible for him not to come; he could only follow the crowd.
But I don't know why, even after arriving, I still felt out of place, as if I was being ostracized.
"Father, I have come to see Hongyan."
Yinzhi spoke first, displaying a fearless and remarkably uninhibited sense of "Since Father Emperor already knows, I might as well go all out."
"Your subjects all wanted to see your little nephew, and it just so happens that we met."
Yinzhen pronounced the words "little nephew" with exceptional clarity, while the others struggled to suppress their laughter, their faces appearing somewhat distorted. In Kangxi's eyes, this was their regret and frustration at not being able to find Hongyan first, instantly making Kangxi even happier.
"Then let's see. Hongyan is very well-behaved, unlike any of you."
Kangxi's words were loaded with meaning. He looked with satisfaction at his sons, whose faces were even more distorted as they clearly understood his meaning—except for the fourth son.
"Yes, yes, how can we compare to our little nephew's good behavior?"
Yinzhen suppressed his laughter painfully, afraid that Kangxi would notice. He quickly stepped forward and looked at Hongyan, who had been put back on the bed by Kangxi. Meeting his wide-open, round eyes, he felt a moment of guilt, but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of relief.
She couldn't resist reaching out and gently poking his cheek with her finger, a particularly mischievous smile on her face: "Little Hongyan, I'm your Ninth Uncle—remember to call me Ninth Uncle—"
"Ahem, I'm your uncle. I'll teach you martial arts from now on. Remember to call me uncle!"
Yinzhi stepped forward, patted his chest, and smiled with a mixture of guilt and pleasure.
"I'm your third uncle. I'll teach you to read and write from now on. Remember me, okay? —"
Yin Zhi also joined in the fun, and as if a switch had been flipped, everyone else crowded around, each one smiling and introducing themselves to Xiao Hongyan, regardless of whether he could remember them or not, just coaxing him to greet them.
The chubby orange-haired boy, who had been inexplicably pushed to the back of the crowd, shook his head. "So obsequious! It's just that Father Emperor treats this grandson a little better, yet these brothers are going to such lengths to fawn over him!"
Big Fat Orange scoffed, Big Fat Orange sighed, Big Fat Orange thought he'd just follow the crowd, and then... and then nothing happened, he couldn't squeeze in at all.
"Alright, alright, Hongyan is still so young, don't be so impatient."
Kangxi interrupted the group's commotion, what if he frightened his little Hongyan?
He glared at Yinreng, who was standing to the side without making a move, and laughed, "All you do is laugh. What kind of father are you? You don't care about your child at all."
After dismissing his sons, Kangxi cautiously approached and noticed that young Hongyan had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, his young Hongyan possessed the composure of a great general, remaining calm and unfazed.
After looking at Xiao Hongyan, Kangxi couldn't help but glare at Yinreng again.
Yinreng: ? ?
Seeing Yinreng's bewildered expression, Kangxi felt a sense of disappointment and frustration. Indeed, it was up to him to raise the young Hongyan; the useless Baocheng was neither a good crown prince nor a good father.
Turning his gaze to the sons who were still reluctant to part and staring longingly at Hongyan, Kangxi could understand their anxiety.
After all, according to Seventeen's dream, they all achieved great things after Hongyan ascended the throne, but none of them survived after the fourth prince ascended the throne.
Thinking of this, Kangxi glared at his fourth son, thinking, "What a ruthless and heartless fellow."
"Fourth brother!"
"Your subject is here." The chubby orange cat, who was suddenly called upon, was taken aback and quickly stepped forward respectfully.
"How can you sweep the world if you can't even sweep your own room? If you don't fix up the inner chambers, the Prince Yong's mansion will be a sieve. Go back and reflect on your mistakes. You can come back to court when you have fixed up the mansion."
"Father!"
"Um?"
"Your subject... obeys the decree."
Big Fatty Orange was uneasy and terrified. Why did Father Emperor suddenly get angry when everyone was coming to see the Imperial Grandson and the atmosphere was fine? Why did he become the one sticking out? Could it be that Rouze had caused trouble again?
Fatty Orange, who habitually shirks responsibility, stormed back to the palace and had another big argument with Rouze.
As he watched his departing figure, the others in the hall made no attempt to hide their mocking glances. Kangxi saw this but didn't say much, only letting out a soft sigh.
They were all his sons after all. No matter how much he disliked them, he couldn't tolerate anyone else killing them. And since these "others" were his sons, he couldn't tolerate it even more.
He won't kill his son, Fourth Prince. Since you love beautiful women, then spend your life with the women in his household.
Having made this decision, Kangxi relaxed considerably. He turned to look at the young Hongyan, who was described as "the future of the Qing Dynasty," "the new imperial star," and "resembling Chenghu," his eyes filled with tenderness.
The princes who happened to see it couldn't help but shiver. They exchanged glances in secret for a while. Their plan had been too successful. Had the old man driven them crazy?
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