When Emperor Kangxi received Yinreng's letter, he was ill and taking medicine.
Yinti sat beside him, attentively serving him, while casually gossiping about Yinreng.
For example, Yinreng held absolute power in the court, neglected his elderly father, and was blinded by lust for power and had no conscience.
As he fell seriously ill, Kangxi realized that he was getting old, while Yinreng was becoming increasingly powerful and more impressive than him.
He felt a pang of resentment and helplessness.
However, when he opened Yinreng's letter and read the first three lines, tears immediately streamed down his face.
"My son is so filial!" Kangxi exclaimed with emotion.
Yinti dared not peek at the letter, yet he wanted to see what it contained. So, his eyes darted around.
"Baoqing, you must be tired from taking care of me. Go back and rest. I'm fine." Kangxi couldn't stand Yinti's wandering eyes and sent him away.
Yinti felt bitter inside, but said he was fine.
He had just stepped out of the tent when he heard Kangxi sobbing.
How moved must one have been to make the iron-fisted and ruthless emperor cry like a child?
Yinti pouted: "I guess I was adopted."
Having failed to tarnish Yinreng's reputation while no one was around, Yinti casually practiced a few sets of boxing before taking a bath, drenched in sweat, and going to sleep.
He was used to it all along, and what could he do if he didn't want to? He refused to believe that one day he would be able to undermine Yinreng.
Yinreng did not have an easy time in the capital. Taking advantage of his position as regent, Suo'etu became increasingly arrogant in the court.
A ruler must consider the big picture. Even if he wants to favor his own maternal clan, the maternal clan cannot go too far.
Another day passed, and Suo'etu secretly invited Yinreng to his villa on the outskirts of Beijing.
Yinreng rarely had a day off, and he originally wanted to rest at Yuqing Palace for a day to spend time with his beloved daughter. But looking at Suo'etu's sincere old face, he couldn't help but agree to his request.
The Hesheli family did not rise to power through women; they were a family of powerful officials who were wealthy for generations. Their villa was naturally excellent, not much different from a royal estate.
"This servant bows to the master." Two overlapping voices, soft and delicate like nightingales.
Yinreng sat on a bamboo chair, playing with a black jade chess piece in his hand. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw two beautiful twin sisters.
Soetu is stirring up trouble!
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