That was the first time Yinreng experienced the darkness in the deep palace.
Thinking of this, Yinreng glanced at He Zhuer's pale face and sighed in his heart.
Among all the eunuchs, He Zhuer's appearance was considered to be relatively good, otherwise he would not have been favored by the eunuch in charge in his previous life. However, He Zhuer was unwilling and ultimately could not escape the eunuch's torture.
Later, the eunuch in charge was sent by Yinreng to keep He Zhuer company, but unfortunately the people he killed could not be resurrected.
In order to commemorate He Zhuer, Yinreng gave this name to every personal eunuch who served him afterwards.
If he had insisted on entering the imperial kitchen this time, He Zhuer might have been dragged out and beaten to death by Kangxi before he could even survive the next two months.
Yinreng found it difficult to move his feet.
Taking another look at He Zhuer's pleading face, Yinreng sighed and decided to change direction.
But just as he took a step, Yinreng made up his mind and was not afraid at all.
He is always worried about this and that. Is he here to be the prince or to abide by the rules?
Isn't it just death? I've died several times, so what?
Who knows, He Zhuer might be beaten to death this time, which would be a much more comfortable death than his previous life.
Yinreng turned back and went straight to the imperial kitchen.
"Don't worry, I won't do it myself."
He Zhuer's face, which had originally become happy, immediately fell again.
At the same time, he felt sad. He had just enjoyed a few days of good life, and he was going to be beaten to death again?
As soon as Yinreng stepped over the threshold, a sharp-eyed eunuch saw him and was about to scold him, but the next second he saw the clothes on Yinreng's body, and then took a closer look and found that the person coming was the prince. He was so scared that his legs and feet went weak.
"M-Mrs. Madam...May the prince be blessed."
While kneeling and kowtowing, I was still thinking - why would this gentleman come to such a dirty place as the kitchen?
Ever since he entered the imperial kitchen at the age of thirteen, he had never seen the master come in in person.
The movement at the door quickly attracted the attention of the others. In just a few breaths, this small area was filled with people kneeling.
Yinreng said calmly,
"Everyone, get up."
Then he randomly pointed at a young eunuch and asked him,
"Go and call your steward."
The young eunuch bowed and agreed, then ran away, as if there was a ferocious beast chasing him.
It was already past dinner time, and each palace master had their own set of pastries, which had all been delivered early. The fragrance of the pastries that Yinreng had just smelled was actually made specially by the kitchen to deal with emergencies.
Therefore, everyone in the kitchen was a bit lax from top to bottom, and the eunuchs in charge and the kitchen manager all went to find places to enjoy themselves.
Those who were still guarding the kitchen were eunuchs and palace maids who did rough work, cleaning and handling some unimportant ingredients.
When the kitchen manager Wen Rui learned that the prince had entered the imperial kitchen, he was so scared that he threw a tea bowl that was more than 300 years old.
But he had no time to feel sorry, and he crawled from the Imperial Household Department to the Imperial Kitchen.
He was the chief steward and had a place to live in the Imperial Household Department, while the other eunuchs and palace maids without ranks could only sleep on the large bunk beds.
While waiting for the kitchen manager, Yinreng walked around the imperial kitchen. Wherever he passed, there was silence. Everyone dared to lower their heads and watch Yinreng's feet pass by them.
Compared to the entire Forbidden City, the Imperial Kitchen is only the smallest building, but its area is actually not small. After all, in addition to preparing meals for the masters of each palace, it also has to cook for the lowest-level eunuchs and palace maids.
In fact, anyone with a certain status in the palace would not be able to finish their daily rations, and the leftover food would be given as a reward to the more favored servants around them. Those servants with no status would eat the big pot meals prepared by the imperial kitchen.
In his previous life, Yinreng had the good fortune to see the servants’ communal meals, and then he became even more grateful that he had become a prince.
Later he found out that the food for the eunuchs and maids at the lower levels of the palace was already pretty good, at least they wouldn't starve to death.
Yinreng walked around the stoves and nodded secretly at the sanitary conditions.
Although these servants were very cunning and chose inferior tributes to present to Kangxi, they dared not fool around with things that were in the open.
In his first life, when he was in junior high school, he watched several palace dramas with his mother, and he was generally aware of the corruption and filth hidden in the Imperial Household Department.
Later, when I was older, I accidentally learned that the prices in the palace were hundreds of times different from those outside, and I hated the Imperial Household Department as an institution.
In his previous life, he knew that there was something fishy going on in the Imperial Household Department, so he had instigated Kangxi to search and confiscate all the bondservant families very early on. As a result, after he was imprisoned by Kangxi, the bondservant families used various methods, both openly and covertly, to harass him.
He still remembers all these grudges.
He was not afraid of offending people in his previous life, and he is even less afraid in this life.
Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, the head of the imperial kitchen arrived.
Yinreng stood in front of the stove, watching a walking football rushing towards him, his eyes widened.
"Your servant Wenrui pays his respects to the Crown Prince. May the Crown Prince be blessed with good fortune."
As soon as Wenrui saw Yinreng, he immediately threw away his sleeves and knelt on one knee to kowtow to Yinreng.
Yinreng saw that he was fat and his head was huge compared to others and covered with sweat, and he felt a little disgusted.
"Get up."
He had never seen anyone in the palace as fat as the eunuch in front of him. Yinreng himself didn't have enough to eat every day, so it would be strange that he had a good impression of him.
Wen Rui stood up with sweat on his forehead, bent over and said flatteringly,
"Why is the Crown Prince in the Imperial Kitchen today? What's wrong with today's meal?"
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