Please do not substitute parallel universe.
The palace gate is majestic and solemn.
The long corridor was filled with palace servants hurrying about. Although everyone lowered their heads as much as possible to hide their inner fear, if one looked closely, one could still see some clues in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows.
In a luxuriously decorated bedroom, a young man in apricot-yellow pajamas was sleeping quietly.
The boy had handsome features and clear outlines, but from his furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips, it could be seen that he was not in a good state at the moment.
Calming incense wafted from the exquisitely patterned stove, but it seemed to have no effect on the young man.
Figures flashed around the room, and the palace servants were each doing their own job, but half of everyone's attention was on the young man on the bed, and sadness flashed across his brows from time to time.
It’s not that they have any deep feelings for the young man on the bed, but their lives and property depend on the young man. If something really happens to the young man, not only will they be buried with him, but even their family members outside the palace walls will not be able to escape death.
Beside the bed lay a eunuch of about the same age as the young man on the bed. His handsome face was filled with anxiety and pleading. He held a wrung-out handkerchief in his hand and wiped the sweat off the young man on the bed, muttering inaudibly:
"May the Buddha bless you, may Guanyin Bodhisattva bless you, may Eternal Heaven bless you, may the prince be safe and sound..."
Perhaps his prayers worked, but the young man on the bed's furrowed brows moved, and he opened his pair of clear black and white eyes.
Looking at the familiar ceiling of the bed, Yinreng was in a trance for a moment.
Is this... a review before death?
"My Lord, you are finally awake!"
A young boy's voice, which was filled with suppressed ecstasy but slightly feminine, came to his ears. Yinreng turned his head and looked over. After seeing He Zhu's young face, Yinreng felt his sore head buzzing for an instant.
—He Zhuer? How could he? Could it be…
......
After a series of wars and chaos, Yinreng had to accept the fact that he was reborn again.
Yes, including this time, Yinreng has lived three times.
But he did not live as Yinreng all three times. In his first life, he was called Zheng Lin. Before he got a job, he could be regarded as a five-good youth of the 21st century. He was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. He was excellent in both character and learning since childhood. He was the child of other people's families in the eyes of his parents and an absolute good student in the eyes of his teachers.
He also had an enviable family. Both his parents worked in the same factory, and his father was a team leader. Although they were not rich in that era, they had a well-off family background.
When he was in junior high school, his parents gave birth to a younger brother for him after obtaining his consent, which successfully shattered his dream of having a younger sister.
But after having a younger brother, the atmosphere at home became noticeably warmer. His greatest pleasure after school every day was to take his younger brother for a walk on a leash.
His life before the age of twenty-three, like that of most people living in this land, went on smoothly and step by step.
When I was in my sophomore year, my father, who had been working on the front line for many years, was diagnosed with liver cancer. Even though it was discovered in time, the cancer had already reached the middle stage.
In order not to affect his studies, his parents kept this matter a secret until he discovered it by chance during his graduate studies.
That night, he, who never drank, sat on the rooftop all night long with a bottle of white wine in his hand.
From that day on, he changed all his bad habits, worked hard to complete his studies, and worked part-time to earn money when he had nothing to do.
He knew that his parents kept it a secret from him so as not to affect him. If he really gave up his studies because of his father's illness, it would probably be the biggest blow to his father.
Later, my father's cancer was ultimately incurable and he lost his life at the age of 26.
In order to pay off his debts, he worked hard to get a job in a financial institution after graduating from graduate school. However, after joining, he realized that the industry only looked glamorous on the surface, but was rotten inside.
In order to climb up, he did a lot of dirty things and finally paid the price with his life.
But fortunately, his younger brother and mother were well protected by him.
When he committed suicide by jumping off the building, his younger brother was able to stand on his own.
When Zheng Lin opened his eyes again, he had become the only crown prince in the history of the Qing Dynasty - Aisin Gioro Yinreng.
He had experienced a chaotic scene like the one just now once in his previous life.
With the help of He Zhu, Yinreng sat up straight and looked at the familiar scene in the bedroom. He felt dazed.
Yuqing Palace was built by Kangxi for his predecessor when he was five years old. In his previous life, he was also 12 years old when he occupied Yinreng's body. From then on, until his death, he lived in this seemingly spacious but extremely small East Palace.
After he regained consciousness, the chief judge of the Imperial Hospital quickly came to his bedroom, checked his pulse, gave He Zhuer a few instructions, and now he should go to boil medicine.
Yinreng's wet nurse Yehele and the nanny Pu left to him by Empress Hesheli also quickly came to his bedroom from the west hall after hearing that he had woken up.
It's not that these two people are relying on their seniority and age to be cunning, but they have not slept for a whole day and night to take care of Yinreng, and they can't bear it any longer, so they go downstairs to take a nap.
The new eunuch He Zhuer was selected by Eunuch Liang to be sent to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. In their eyes, this was the person selected by the Emperor himself, so they naturally had no dissatisfaction.
Just as Yinreng was looking at the furnishings in the room and lost in his memories, the eunuch's rhythmic voice was heard outside the door.
"Baocheng!"
Kangxi, wearing a navy blue uniform, rushed into Yinreng's bedroom.
Yinreng came back to his senses and looked at the newcomer with indifferent eyes. The latter's face was quite handsome, but it was filled with anxiety.
The ending of his previous life was so tragic that Yinreng still remembered the coldness and cruelty in Kangxi's eyes when he deposed him from the position of crown prince.
So, he just watched quietly as Kangxi walked up to him, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead.
"Baocheng, how are you feeling? Is your head still hurting? Has Hu Lianghong come to see you? What did he say?"
The latter sentence was obviously directed at He Zhuer.
He Zhuer's heart was pounding, and his voice was a little sharp.
"Your Majesty, Judge Hu said the Crown Prince's pulse is still a little weak, but he's fine now. Lord Hu has gone to the kitchen to oversee the decoction."
Kangxi nodded and felt the temperature of his son's forehead, and finally he felt relieved.
"I'm glad you're alright. You've scared me to death these past two days!"
Yinreng lowered his eyes and replied,
"My son is fine, I'm sorry to have worried Father."
The young man's voice was hoarse, revealing weakness and alienation. Kangxi frowned unconsciously as he listened. He did not detect the alienation in Yinreng's tone, but he instinctively felt uncomfortable.
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