Yinreng stood behind Kangxi and didn't say a word the whole time.
The cause of Yinzhen's death was a minor cold.
At first, no one took it too seriously. After all, Yinzhen had been ill several times every year in recent years.
However, this slight cold triggered all the weaknesses that Yinzhen had been carrying since the womb.
If penicillin had not been used for a period of time, Yinzhen might have died in July last year.
In the small mourning hall, only Concubine Yi and the ninth prince Yinzhen were guarding.
Yinreng looked at Concubine Yi, whose face was haggard and seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, and sighed slightly.
It is indeed a pity that Yinzhen died at the age of twelve, but it may not be a bad thing for Yinzhen.
Even if a great deal of time and medicinal herbs were spent to keep him alive, it would only cause Yinzhen to suffer.
It was Yinzhen who was sick and it was Yinzhen who was suffering. No one could replace him.
From this point of view, it would be better for Yinzhen to go to heaven and enjoy life as soon as possible.
The mourning hall was filled with silence.
Kangxi walked forward and touched Yinzhen's coffin, then with a heavy face he instructed the clan officials standing by,
"Bury him..."
“Yeah.”
It has been almost two months since Yinzhen died. He has already seen Yinzhen's coffin. There is no point in delaying the burial.
Kangxi knew very early on that he might not be able to support Yinzhen, so he did not invest too much affection in him.
Concubine Yi seemed to have cried herself dry. After hearing Kangxi's order, she did not react at all. She just knelt on the ground blankly, staring at the flickering flames before her eyes...
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