Seeing such a chaotic scene, Kangxi felt that he should be angry, but strangely, he did not feel much anger in his heart.
After standing by the window and watching for a while, Kangxi left Yuqing Palace quietly.
On the way back to the Qianqing Palace, Kangxi thought of his childhood.
In fact, his memories before the age of five are already vague. He only vaguely remembers that when he was avoiding smallpox, the person the nanny beside him mentioned most was his high and mighty father.
Unfortunately, he did not escape smallpox and contracted this dreaded disease at the age of four.
Later, he miraculously survived those terrible days, but was not taken back to the palace. Instead, he lived in that small courtyard with a few old dead trees, reading and practicing calligraphy.
It was not until he was eight years old that his father contracted smallpox. When he was seriously ill, he was taken back and made the crown prince.
So before the age of eight, he had no memory of his brothers.
After he was eight years old, he was the king and his second brother and others were his subjects, so every time they met, they had to kneel down and kowtow to him. He had never experienced the way of getting along with others like Yinreng and others.
For a moment, Kangxi felt a little envious.
Perhaps in everyone's eyes, Kangxi was an emperor who was high above everyone else and held the power of life and death over everyone, but only he himself knew how lonely he was.
He lost his father at the age of eight and his mother at the age of nine. Before he was eight, he didn't even know what these two people looked like.
What's more, he didn't even have a real name at that time. Others just called him the Third Prince or the Third Master.
Liang Jiugong followed behind Kangxi, feeling a little unsure.
He always felt that although the Emperor didn't say anything, his figure looked inexplicably... lonely.
Yes, it’s loneliness.
Liang Jiugong couldn't understand where this loneliness came from, but just looking at it made him feel a little distressed.
Liang Jiugong has followed Kangxi since he was thirteen years old. It has been more than twenty years now. People are flesh and blood, how can they not have feelings?
The master and servant quickly returned to the Palace of Heavenly Purity. The lights in the hall were on. Kangxi looked at the memorial on the imperial desk again and lost interest in reviewing it.
"Liang Jiugong."
"The servant is here."
"How is Baocheng's pulse diagnosis?"
"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Hu examined the Crown Prince's pulse this morning and said he is now fully recovered."
"Um……"
Kangxi pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"Go tell that kid to attend court tomorrow."
Liang Jiugong bowed,
“Yeah.”
He wasn't surprised at all, after all, the Crown Prince had often attended court this year.
After Yinreng happily sent his brothers out of Yuqing Palace, he heard the news from the eunuch who came from Qianqing Palace to convey the imperial edict.
At that moment, Yinreng felt like the sky was falling.
Why do you have to go to court again?
Hasn't he finished his leave yet?
But no matter how reluctant he was, Yinreng dared not disobey Kangxi's order.
At the beginning of the next day at the hour of Yin, He Zhuer woke up Yinreng who was sleeping soundly.
Yinreng was so sleepy that he could not even open his eyes, and he mechanically let the eunuchs help him dress and wash.
After washing up, he got on the sedan chair and headed towards the Ganqing Gate, without even being able to drink water.
In his previous life, before attending court, Yinreng thought that attending court was just like what was shown in movies and TV dramas, with the emperor sitting on the throne, ministers from various departments standing below, and the eunuch chief singing the court melody.
"If you have something to report, please report it. If not, please leave the court~"
So the story unfolds like this.
But after attending court once, Yinreng searched through his original body's memory and found that it was not the case at all.
The morning court session he was going to attend today was also called the Imperial Court Session. In the past, when his grandfather, Emperor Shunzhi, was in power, there were at most three regular court sessions and five Imperial Court Sessions every month.
When it came to his father, Kangxi, he had to go there every day unless something unexpected happened.
This unexpected event occurred when the emperor led an army to war, went on tour, or held a grand court meeting to offer sacrifices to heaven during major festivals.
As the name suggests, "holding court at the imperial gate" means that the emperor holds court at the imperial gate.
This imperial gate is the Qianqing Gate.
His father, Kangxi, sat in front of this gate to hold court. In summer and autumn, the time for holding court was at the hour of Mao, which lasted for one hour.
In spring and winter, it changes to the hour of Mao, and lasts for another hour.
If any major incident occurs, this time may be extended as appropriate.
Ministers of higher ranks knelt on both sides of the gate, while ministers of lower ranks could only kneel on the side street in front of the Qianqing Gate. If they had something to say, they could speak to the emperor, and if they had nothing to say, they could not listen to others speak.
If the weather is good and the temperature is high, it would be more comfortable to attend the morning court.
Whenever it rains, the officials kneeling on the street will be in great trouble.
In the cold winter, except for a few charcoal braziers placed next to the emperor, everyone else was frozen like his grandson.
As far as he knew, the Ming Dynasty had implemented the practice of holding court behind the scenes since the emperor who seized the throne from his nephew. The only difference was that the location was at the Meridian Gate at that time.
The court sessions in the Golden Palace were only held on the fifth, fifteenth and twenty-fifth days of each month. These sessions were also called regular court sessions and were established to solve problems that could not be solved by the emperor holding court.
This Golden Throne Hall is usually the Baohe Hall, and only first-rank officials can enter the hall to report.
The second-rank officials had to kneel at the entrance of Baohe Hall, while the third-rank officials had to kneel outside the hall.
You said you are an official below the third rank. Sorry, you don’t even have the chance to attend the regular court.
The last type of morning court is the grand court meeting.
It is usually only held on New Year's Day, Winter Solstice and Longevity Festival.
Don't get me wrong, New Year's Day at this time refers to the first day of the first lunar month every year.
The venue of the grand court meeting was the Hall of Supreme Harmony. It was not used to make reports or resolve government affairs. Instead, it was a ceremonial gathering to demonstrate the majesty of the imperial power and the prosperity of the country.
When Yinreng arrived at the Qianqing Gate, the side streets and the eaves of the gate were already full of people.
When they saw Yinreng's sedan chair, everyone was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt it was natural.
The Crown Prince is already 12 years old. If it weren't for the cold he caught a few days ago, the Ministry of Rites would have drawn up regulations for the Crown Prince's marriage.
"Your humble servants, we bow to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Before Yinreng got out of the sedan chair, the ceremonial officer led all the officials in kneeling and bowing.
After Yinreng got off the sedan chair, he said loudly,
"Please stand up, gentlemen."
"Thank you, Prince."
Yinreng was familiar with this complicated and tedious process as he had experienced it almost every day in his previous life.
Walking up the steps in front of the Qianqing Gate, Yinreng went straight to his seat and stood still.
During this time, Soetu even threw him a few flirtatious glances.
Yinreng felt no wavering in his heart.
After all, Soetu often flirted with him, and Yinreng was not surprised.
After standing and waiting for a while, another ceremonial officer struck the forbidden whip.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Three blasts of whipping resounded throughout the Ganqing Gate, and all officials straightened their appearance and stopped talking to each other.
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