When the Empress Dowager learned that Yinzhen was alright, she kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.
"Thanks to the successful intervention, Xiao Jiu's life was saved. Yuan Bao'er knelt with me in the small Buddhist hall for a long time, his knees must be sore. When you go back, take a sedan chair, don't walk back." The Empress Dowager took Tong Wanyan's hand and handed her over to Yinreng.
Yinreng felt a pang of heartache as he looked at the wrinkled fabric at the knees of Tong Wanyan's cheongsam.
"Your Majesty has been praying for Ninth Brother for a long time. Please rest well. If you feel unwell, please be sure to call the imperial physician." Yinreng held Tong Wanyan's small hand in his large hand. The two were standing close together, and he could smell the sandalwood scent on her.
The Empress Dowager disliked summoning imperial physicians; like Su Mala Gu, she disliked taking medicine.
But Su Ma La Gu was willing to endure it, and when the Empress Dowager was really uncomfortable, she would still give in and take the bitter medicine.
Faced with Yinreng's worried and concerned gaze, the Empress Dowager said helplessly, "I know, I'm not a child, how could I not take care of my health? This afternoon, everyone has been anxious and suffered a lot. You two, go back and rest well. But remember to change your clothes before seeing Tana and Hongzhao. They are still young and easily infected."
The Empress Dowager's words make sense, and Yinreng and Tong Wanyan also know what to do.
Yinreng and Tong Wanyan returned to Yuqing Palace in a sedan chair. The servants, who had been waiting for their masters to return, immediately prepared hot water for the two masters to bathe in.
The clothes I wore today were all burned.
Yuqing Palace has no shortage of fabric, so we should be as careful as possible.
In the evening, Yinzhen woke up once and ate some porridge to fill his stomach.
He can eat and talk, which proves that the illness is not serious and he just needs to take good care of himself.
Consort Yi was completely relieved, but she did not persuade Emperor Kangxi or Yinqi to return.
It was a rare sight for Yinzhen to see his mother, father, and older brother together, and he was overjoyed.
He said, "If I could have my father, mother, and fifth brother eat with me every day, I would be willing to get sick every time."
Consort Yi glared at him, annoyed. Normally, she would have gently tapped his forehead as punishment.
But now Yinzhen is a patient, a fragile person like glass, and she can't bear to touch him.
So, Consort Yi's outstretched hand took a detour and struck Yinqi instead.
The beating wasn't severe, and Yinqi patiently endured it.
"Xiao Jiu, you're not allowed to say such unlucky things," Yinqi, as the elder brother, admonished.
Yinzhen stuck out his tongue and snuggled into Kangxi's arms: "Father, look, Mother and Fifth Brother are both talking about me."
"I must also say something to you. You're such a grown man, yet you still speak without any restraint. Do you know how panicked your mother and I were when you fainted for a moment? And Yinqi too, his palm was clenched so tightly it was bleeding." Kangxi looked at Yinqi's right hand, which he was deliberately covering his palm with.
If Emperor Kangxi hadn't mentioned it, neither Consort Yi nor Prince Yinzhen would have known.
"Little Fifth, quickly stretch out your hand so your mother can see it. You silly child, you hurt yourself because you were in such a hurry, I know. But Little Ninth is out of danger now, you should call the imperial physician to apply medicine for you." Consort Yi took Yinqi's hand with heartache.
Yinqi blushed, too embarrassed to refuse Consort Yi's advances.
In terms of the time he spent with Consort Yi, the mother-son relationship he had was not as close and intimate as the relationship between Consort Yi and Yin Tang.
Yinqi spread his palms out in front of everyone, his palms were bright red.
A perfectly good hand has been scratched beyond recognition by fingernails.
One must not be disrespectful in front of the Emperor. Yinqi was an honest and obedient person, so he could only restrain himself from being nervous and worried.
By enduring this, you are only hurting yourself.
Yinzhen's nose tingled with tears: "Father, Mother, Fifth Brother, I'm sorry for making you worry. Fifth Brother, does it hurt a lot? Quickly call the imperial physician, what if the wound gets infected? When I'm better tomorrow, I'll feed you."
The younger brother understands the older brother's heart, and that's enough for Yinqi.
"Don't worry, Xiao Jiu, I'm fine. I've worn my hands raw a lot when I practice archery at school, I'm used to it. You should focus on getting better, and I'll let you eat later."
"Alright, alright, I'll owe you." Yinzhen stared intently at Yinqi's palm, feeling deeply guilty.
He had a high fever for almost half an hour, and even after being treated by Lu Yidao, he still had a persistent low-grade fever.
After talking for a short while, he started to feel sleepy, and his voice grew softer and softer.
"Your Majesty, we are so grateful to have the Crown Prince today." After tucking Yinzhen in, Consort Yi left the room with Emperor Kangxi and Yinqi.
Kangxi held her shoulder and said, "They are brothers, and they should care for each other like this."
"That may be so, but I will remember this kindness. Not only me, but also Xiao Jiu and Xiao Wu, they will all remember it. Your Majesty, the Crown Prince knows your likes and dislikes better than anyone else. Yet he dared to recommend candidates at the risk of upsetting you. To be honest, there are too many people in the Forbidden City who are only concerned with protecting themselves. The Crown Prince's behavior would be quite ordinary in a normal family, but it is rare in our family."
Consort Yi accompanied Emperor Kangxi for many years and was favored by him; their relationship sometimes resembled that of an ordinary couple.
Among the current imperial concubines, perhaps only she dares to say "our family."
Emperor Kangxi nodded in agreement with Consort Yi's words: "I greatly admire Bao Cheng's childlike heart."
Consort Yi and Emperor Kangxi were talking in front, while Yinqi followed silently behind.
After the three walked for a while, Kangxi said, "I'll stay at your place tonight and also visit Yinzhi. He doesn't know about today's events, does he?"
“How could I dare let him know? The imperial physician said that Little Eleven’s health cannot be affected by too much emotional fluctuation. He and Little Ninth have always been close. If he knew that Little Ninth’s life was hanging by a thread, he might be the one who gets hurt first. Fortunately, he is still young, otherwise the news would not have been kept from him.” Consort Yi felt a pang of heartache when she mentioned her youngest son.
At the fork in the road, Yinqi bid farewell to Kangxi and Consort Yi.
He has to continue studying tomorrow; he can't be late for his classes in the study room.
"Consort Yi, what do you think of Yinzhi's matter?" Kangxi asked after Yinqi left, bringing up the other protagonist of the day.
Yin'e scolded Yin Si too harshly at the time, blaming him for everything.
Kangxi saw anger and resentment on Yinzhi's face several times.
Consort Yi remained silent; she did not want to speak.
"Lu Yidao said that Xiao Jiu's illness has nothing to do with Yinzhi," Kangxi said thoughtfully.
Consort Yi became agitated: "Xiao Jiu contracted the illness on his own. If the Eighth Prince hadn't provoked Xiao Jiu, he wouldn't have fainted. If Xiao Jiu was at fault, that's one thing; I'm not an unreasonable person. But Your Majesty, you've already asked. Xiao Jiu was clearly trying to help the Eighth Prince by teaching him to write. He was wholeheartedly helping his brother; he's completely innocent."
"Consort Yi, I was just saying. You've been in the palace for so long, yet you still have such a short temper," Kangxi quickly reassured Consort Yi.
He was torn between his two children, both of whom were his flesh and blood.
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