When Yinreng woke up again, only two or three candles were flickering in the room.
He just opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling without making any noise.
As the crown prince, not counting He Zhuer, there were four eunuchs and palace maids serving in his bedroom. Even if he turned over in bed, a palace maid would lift the bed curtain to check on him.
Yinreng didn't want to be disturbed at this moment, so he just lay there quietly with his eyes open.
In the previous life, he was reborn into Yinreng's body and obtained all his memories. After experiencing the initial excitement and novelty, he inevitably felt a huge panic in his heart.
In his time, even though there were class divisions in various forms in society, everyone had equal rights when it came to life.
Even if there is injustice, those who are powerful dare not come openly.
All those dirty and bad things were done by people like him who had no background but wanted to climb up the ladder. When those people got the benefits, they would give him a share.
Therefore, he had no complaints when he died, because no one forced him to do those things. Everything was voluntary, and it was only right that he died.
It’s different in this era.
For the superior to want to kill the inferior, it is as easy as crushing an ant, without even needing a reason.
As a time traveler, even though he possessed all the memories of his original self, his thoughts, personality, behavioral habits, and awe of imperial power were very different from those of his original self. If any of his behaviors were different from those of his original self, causing Kangxi to become suspicious and, after much testing, confirming that he was not the original self, one could imagine his fate.
He couldn't think of any other possibility except being sliced.
So at this time in his previous life, he lived in fear and caution.
In this life, Yinreng is not afraid anymore.
Even if Kangxi realized that he was different from the original Yinreng, the outcome would be nothing more than death. He had already died twice, and both times he felt his death while conscious, so he was fearless now.
In fact, Yinreng was an optimistic person at heart. Even though the endings of his two lives were not good, so what? In his first life, he was forced to do many wrong things, and his death was what he deserved. He had earned it in his previous life, but he didn't expect that he would have a third chance.
Breathing in the soothing fragrance in the air, Yinreng couldn't help but recall the last moments of his previous life.
Human nature is the most complicated thing in the world. He was wrong from the beginning.
With his enthusiasm and courage, he thought that he could use his knowledge and vision to bring some small shock to this feudal dynasty, so that they would not focus on their own little piece of land, but look to the world to discover a broader stage, so that future generations could be free from the fate of being oppressed and invaded. However, reality gave him a loud slap in the face, and he paid the price with his life.
Before he died in his previous life, he couldn't understand why he ended up in such a desperate situation when he had a God's perspective, the favor of Kangxi, and the support of nearly half of the civil and military officials in the court.
It wasn't until a cup of poisoned wine passed through his intestines and he looked at the room full of brothers who were heartbroken and speechless that he suddenly understood.
In fact, what really led to his death was his arrogance and pride. He naively thought that by drawing a pie for the people of this world that would allow their descendants to eat for several lifetimes, they would wholeheartedly consider their descendants. But he forgot one thing. From ancient times to the present, there has been a saying on this continent - those who are not of my race must have different hearts.
As the crown prince, he knew clearly that even at the peak of the population, the Manchu male population numbered only a few hundred thousand, while the Han Chinese populace numbered nearly 200 million. How did Kangxi rule such a vast territory? It was simply the ignorance of the lower classes.
If ordinary people could read books and have a clear understanding of the injustice in this world, the chances of resistance would greatly increase.
He understood the benefits of the people's awakening consciousness, but the Qing Dynasty's superiors obviously did not know. They only saw that everything Yinreng did was a threat to their ruling status.
It's ridiculous that his decades of educating ordinary people was exactly contrary to Kangxi's political philosophy, so he deserved the outcome he suffered.
It’s just a pity that he has a group of courageous and passionate followers.
In this life, he planned to follow the routine and the course of history, and die in the end. He had died several times anyway, so what was there to be afraid of?
Yinreng figured out what path he should take next and fell asleep again in a daze.
He slept until dawn the next day, and when he woke up, the heaviness in his body had mostly disappeared.
When He Zhuer saw him wake up, he first made a gesture to the eunuch who was a few steps away from him, and then gently helped Yinreng to dress and wash.
Yinreng glanced at He Zhuer, pretending not to recognize him, and asked,
"New here?"
Feeling the hands moving on his body, Yinreng lowered his eyes slightly. A luxurious life can corrupt people's nature. If he hadn't had a belief in his heart that he had always held on to in his previous life, he would probably have lived a life of luxury and dissipation like most people of this era.
In his previous life, he was so busy building good relationships with his brothers and asking them to do things for him that he didn't have time to enjoy himself. In this life, he must experience the joy of being a crown prince.
After Yinreng finished washing up, He Zhuer said softly,
"Master, Judge Hu is already waiting."
Yinreng nodded slightly and walked towards the east hall.
"Your servant pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Before he even stepped through the threshold, the Imperial Hospital Judge Hu Lianghong had already knelt down to pay his respects to Yinreng. Yinreng walked to the main seat without pausing for a moment, then sat down and said,
"Get up."
“Yeah.”
Hu Lianghong has a square face and looks to be over sixty years old. In his previous life, he saw a man of such age kneeling down to him as soon as he walked in the door. He almost ran away - he was afraid of shortening his life.
But the experiences of several decades in his previous life made him accept the ceremony of kneeling calmly. What's more, it was just a shortened life span, not a big deal.
But... poor Hu Lianghong, a court judge, would be a master of traditional Chinese medicine in the 21st century, but here he can only call himself a slave.
Tsk tsk tsk, these days are so corrupt.
Hu Lianghong got up from the ground, quickly found the pulse pillow from the medicine box, and motioned Yinreng to put his wrist on it, saying,
"This servant is taking the pulse of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Yinreng cooperated with Hu Lianghong to take his pulse, and Hu Lianghong's haggard old face finally relaxed a little. God knows how miserable he had been these past two days.
If the Crown Prince became unwell again, he was afraid that Kangxi would have someone take away his official hat.
"Your Highness is fine now, but you need to pay attention to your diet for the next two days. I will prescribe a nourishing prescription. Take one dose today. I will come back tomorrow morning to check your pulse. If there are no abnormalities, take two more doses and then you can stop the medicine."
Yinreng nodded to indicate that he understood.
Hu Lianghong collected the medicine box and left. He Zhuer asked someone to serve the meal.
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