"Now that you have entered the imperial court, you must listen more, watch more, and learn more. The Qing Dynasty will be handed over to you in the future. I hope you can live up to the high expectations of me and your royal father."
Xiaozhuang spoke seriously and solemnly, like an elderly person explaining his affairs after his death, which made Yinreng feel very uncomfortable.
Yinreng was equally serious, looking into Xiaozhuang's eyes and said,
"Then Grandma Wuku will have to live a long life so that she can have time to teach Baocheng well."
Xiaozhuang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Good, good, good, may Grandma Wuku live a long and healthy life."
There was bitterness in Xiaozhuang's smile. If possible, she would also like to live a long life.
But the helplessness she had experienced in the past two years had made her foresee the end of her life.
She had lived a very glorious life and thought she had let it go. But when she heard from Yinreng his expectations of her, she couldn't help feeling sad.
If possible, she would certainly like to see Yinreng marry and have children, and watch Yinreng be taught by her and Xuanye to become a qualified heir and the most outstanding emperor of the Qing Dynasty.
Unfortunately, she probably won’t be able to see it.
Su Malagu, who was standing by, couldn't help feeling sad when she saw her master laughing so happily.
But she could see clearly that her master's mood had obviously improved a lot now that the prince had come to see her.
No matter whether they were princes, princesses, concubines or matrons in this palace, they all approached their master with a sense of flattery. The crown prince used to be more or less like this, but today, that well-concealed flattery disappeared.
Su Malagu didn't know why Yinreng had changed like this, but after all, he was good to his master, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Yinreng became much more intimate.
The grandfather and grandson chatted, and time passed by unknowingly.
At the end of noon (1 p.m.), just as Empress Xiaozhuang asked Yinreng to stay for dinner, Kangxi walked into the gate of the Cining Palace with Liang Jiugong.
Yinreng was surprised, but he reluctantly got down from the couch and saluted Kangxi.
"My son greets the Emperor."
Kangxi said with a smile, "Get up. You seem to have recovered well enough to be able to come to the Cining Palace."
"Thanks to the Emperor, my son is almost recovered."
Yinreng complimented her, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart.
'Why do I see him everywhere I go? It's so annoying!'
After Kangxi finished his greetings and just sat down to talk to Xiaozhuang, he stood up again immediately after hearing these clear words.
"Who? Who's talking?!"
After saying this, Kangxi found that the warm room was silent. Everyone looked at him in surprise, even Xiaozhuang was no exception.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and then Xiaozhuang asked.
"Xuanye, did you not get enough rest?"
Kangxi frowned. Was he hallucinating? But the voice was so clear that it seemed to be right next to his ear. How could he possibly be hallucinating?
He looked around and saw that everyone had their heads down, not daring to look him in the eye.
Kangxi finally suppressed his doubts in his heart. In his opinion, the people serving in the Cining Palace were all carefully selected and abided by the rules. It was impossible for them to do such an extraordinary thing. What's more... the surprised expressions of the Imperial Grandma and others could not be faked. He guessed that he was too tired and heard it wrong.
Kangxi rubbed his forehead and said, "There have been too many things going on these past two days. I haven't slept well."
Seeing that he looked a little haggard, Xiaozhuang said with concern,
"Although government affairs are important, you still need to take care of your health."
"Don't worry, grandma. I know the seriousness of the matter."
Kangxi said, his eyes turned to Yinreng,
"You can still come to the Cining Palace, it seems that your health is fine now."
Yinreng secretly curled his lips. Kangxi had taken his place as soon as he arrived. He was now standing in front of the couch, feeling extremely unhappy, but he did not show it on his face.
"To answer the Emperor, my son is well now."
Although I have decided to give up, I can't do it on purpose.
Xiaozhuang looked at the father and son with a smile and said,
"You are in a hurry. I just told Baocheng to stay for dinner."
"Are you in a hurry? Hehe..."
Just as Kangxi was about to reply, the voice suddenly rang in his ears again.
This time Kangxi was much calmer. He frowned slightly and carefully observed Xiaozhuang's expression. Noticing that there was nothing unusual on Grandma's face, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Logically speaking, he was so close to his grandma, it didn't make sense that he could hear it but his grandma couldn't, unless the sound was something only he could hear.
Kangxi calmly observed the expressions of everyone around him and replied,
"It seems I've arrived at the right time."
Xiaozhuang took a sip of tea and asked him,
"Why, has the war on the Northwest Border stabilized?"
"Baoqing and his men are already besieging Yaksa City. It won't be long before the city runs out of ammunition and food. Let's see what King Rakshasa chooses. However..."
Kangxi changed the subject and took a deep breath.
"The Junggars have been restless lately, constantly harassing Mongolia south of the desert. While these incursions are minor, it's harvest time now, and I'm afraid they'll launch a major incursion into the northwestern border to plunder grain."
Because Yinreng was the crown prince, Kangxi would generally not ask him to avoid the topic when talking to Xiaozhuang about court battles. Of course, there were not many such opportunities. Most of the time, Kangxi would rather teach him some personnel management skills and checks and balances.
The factions in the court would not explain it to him too clearly.
Yinreng was listening at the side and was really shocked.
"As expected of the founder of the Kangxi and Qianlong eras, his political sensitivity is truly terrifying! In just two weeks, the Junggar tribe will launch a massive attack on the southern border of the desert, first capturing the Khalkha tribe, then sending 2,000 cavalrymen straight towards the Qing Dynasty. In just over a month, they'll have reached Wubutong, 700 miles from the capital. The faces of the nobles in the capital will be truly delightful..."
Yinreng was muttering in his heart with some malice.
“Snap!”
The tea bowl in Kangxi's hand fell heavily onto the table.
He ignored the servant who was wiping the tea off his body and turned to look at Yinreng's face in shock. He saw that the latter was a little panicked and even wanted to wipe the tea off his body. Kangxi was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
"Yinreng?!"
Yes, just when Yinreng was muttering to himself for a long time, Kangxi finally heard clearly that the owner of the voice ringing in his ears was Yinreng.
Caught off guard, Yinreng looked up and met Kangxi's shocked eyes. His heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and then confusion appeared on his face.
'What's that look? Is there something dirty on my face?'
Thinking of this, Yinreng raised his arm and wiped his cheek.
When Kangxi heard this, he finally confirmed the source of the mysterious voice. It was indeed his beloved son, Yinreng.
Kangxi withdrew his gaze and clenched his hands on the table tightly. As the ruler of an empire, he naturally did not believe in ghosts and gods. Now such an incredible thing happened to him and his son.
He saw clearly just now that when he heard those words, Yinreng kept his lips tightly closed and did not speak at all.
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