Things happened so fast that the situation in the capital changed overnight.
Yinzhen kept the door closed, only concerned with the small matters in front of it. Because of Qingyin's persuasion, he only cared about his father, the Emperor, and ignored the other princes.
Perhaps because of his obedience, the other princes didn't take him seriously.
Because of the rumors and Consort Yi's letter, Qingyin gave up the idea of sending the children to the palace, and the children were not saddened that they could no longer go to the palace.
Every day in the Prince's mansion, the six young princes were like little devils, dominating the entire mansion, wandering around and playing everywhere. If it weren't for Yinzhen occasionally catching these little rascals to teach them a lesson, they would probably have gone completely crazy.
In the study, Yinzhen looked at the six children of varying ages in front of him, a slight headache rising in his head. "Tell me," he said, "where are you in the Analects and the Four Books?"
"Father, Father, can my brothers and I take a look before we memorize it?"
“Father, Father…”
Several little cubs who looked just like Qingyin gazed at Yintang with their watery eyes. Because they resembled Qingyin so much, their clear eyes were extremely beautiful.
Yinzhen's head started to ache again. His children were all very intelligent, with photographic memories, but just like him when he was a child, they didn't like to read. He wanted to discipline them, but when they stared at him with their big, wife-like eyes, his heart softened unconsciously.
Sigh, but we can't just let these brats run wild and become the only illiterate in their Aisin Gioro family. Just thinking about that possibility made Yinzhen's face darken.
No, we can't let those brats do that.
Yinzhen stroked his chin. These days, with his father, the Emperor, keeping things calm, the court wasn't so chaotic anymore, and the situation had stabilized. The position of Crown Prince was probably still within reach, but it wouldn't affect him. He might as well observe the situation further and leave the child to his father's education.
Yinzhen's eyes lit up. As for educating children, seeing how outstanding these princes were, he could see that his father, the Emperor, was good at teaching children. The more Yinzhen thought about it, the more he felt it was excellent.
That evening, Qingyin listened to Yintang's advice.
A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "Wouldn't it be inappropriate to give the child to Father Emperor? Given the current situation in the palace..."
"With Father Emperor watching over us, no one dares to make a move."
"Besides, with Xiao Wu's appearance, and aren't they all the Emperor's grandsons? The Emperor can keep them to amuse him."
Qingyin couldn't help but smile. Her prince was truly a talented man. Although it was only natural for a grandfather to teach his grandson, no one had ever been handed over to his grandfather while his father was still alive. This was truly too "filial," but it was indeed a good idea. Thinking of Emperor Kangxi's knowledge and experience, Qingyin was tempted.
Seeing that his wife had agreed, Yinzhen contentedly embraced his fragrant wife and fell asleep.
The next day, when Kangxi looked at the little grandsons that the Ninth Prince had brought over, holding hands with one after another, his eyebrows, which had been furious with him these past few days, relaxed a little.
Without Yinzhen needing to give a signal, Hongzheng, Hongzhang, and the others, who hadn't seen their grandfather for a long time, greeted him warmly, "Grandpa!"
"Grandpa! I miss you so much."
"I miss you too."
...
"Good, good, good, Grandfather missed you all too." Kangxi smiled so broadly that his wrinkles seemed to spread out, and he scooped up the nearest one, Hongxi, and hugged him.
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