On the day of her younger brother's wedding, Rouyin successfully met the elegant and beautiful Consort Nian from her previous life. Her appearance was indeed unparalleled, especially her charming fox eyes, paired with her delicate oval face and slender waist. She was both pure and alluring, no wonder Yinzhen doted on her so much in her previous life.
Rouyin looked at her younger brother, who blushed and dared not look at the Fujin, and exchanged a smile with her mother. The alluring Nian Chuyue was just a newlywed girl, blushing and shyly looking at the handsome Deheng.
After teasing her younger brother, whose face had turned bright red, Rouyin presented him with some treasured red jade hairpins and a white jade Guanyin statue of a woman granting children, as a blessing to the newlywed couple.
After returning from the wedding banquet, Rouyin led a group of children back to the courtyard. Watching them practice martial arts, she learned that Rouyin had previously purchased a robot named Muke from the system shop, pretending to have saved people during a famine and then returning to repay the debt by teaching the young princes her family's ancestral martial arts. Using this pretext, Yinzhen couldn't find anything amiss during his investigation. Furthermore, since the martial arts manual had indeed been examined by his disciples and was confirmed to be a peerless martial arts treasure, Yinzhen allowed the children to learn it freely.
This cultivation technique is the Nascent Soul Technique, a reward given by the system before. Although it is limited by this low-level world and lacks spiritual energy, this technique is still far superior to any other technique in this small world. After only a few months of practice, Honghui and Hongyi have already made some progress. Looking at the wall that was split open by Honghui's palm technique, Yinzhen's eyes grew brighter and brighter. If this technique were used on soldiers in battle, I wonder how many casualties it could reduce!
Yinzhen finally brought up his idea to Mu Ke, who, under Rouyin's instructions, agreed, but on one condition: the martial arts technique must be named after the Mu family. Yinzhen was overjoyed. Asking for someone else's private martial arts technique was already excessive, especially since it had been passed on to so many people; the other party only wanted the name—this was a huge bargain. The decisive Yinzhen reported to Kangxi the very next day after Mu Ke agreed. After seeing the results of Yinzhen's ordinary guards practicing, Kangxi immediately appointed Mu Ke as the number one martial artist. He also wanted to appoint Mu Ke as a general, but Mu Ke declined Kangxi's offer, citing that his previous act of avenging his parents had damaged his foundation.
He stayed at Prince Yong's mansion to teach several young princes. Honghui and the others also liked this taciturn but kind Master Mu, completely unaware that he was actually a tutoring robot that Rouyin had bought.
With the robot Mu Ke by her side, Rouyin felt more at ease with her children.
My younger brother Deheng got married several years ago.
In the sixty-first year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign, he caught a cold while seeking refuge from the summer heat at Changchun Garden and gradually weakened. Upon hearing this news, several princes rushed to Changchun Garden that very night. At the main gate, Liang Jiugong stood guard and respectfully addressed Yinzhen, saying, "Please come in, Fourth Prince; His Majesty is waiting for you." The other princes stared at Yinzhen with burning curiosity, some with jealousy, others with delight, especially the Eighth Prince, Yinsi, who had been appointed by the Kangxi Emperor as the son of a palace maid. He thought bitterly, "Father Emperor must hate me the most." Despite the stares from his brothers, Yinzhen calmly walked into the palace.
In the palace, the white-haired Emperor Kangxi leaned against the bed, holding Yinzhen's hand tightly. "I know you have always been calm and loyal to your brothers. No matter what, spare their lives."
Seeing his usually dignified father so weak, Yinzhen didn't hesitate for a moment and agreed to Kangxi's request. Perhaps it was a wish fulfilled, for Kangxi closed his eyes forever the instant he received the reply.
The ancient, heavy tolling of the funeral bells rang out, mingled with Liang Jiugong's shrill voice, "The Emperor has passed away!"
Upon hearing the commotion, the princes, regardless of their inner thoughts, burst into tears. Of course, what they were most looking forward to was Emperor Kangxi's last edict.
Unmoved, Liang Jiugong opened the imperial edict: "Prince Yong, the fourth son of the Emperor, Yinzhen, is of noble character and closely resembles me. He will surely be able to inherit the throne. He is hereby appointed to succeed me and ascend the throne as Emperor."
Yinzhen knew that he would be making the final decision, but he was still uneasy until the very last step. Now that he had received his father's edict, he could finally put his mind at ease.
Rouyin, who had received the news, had prepared everything and was leading several princesses and children to wait in the backyard for Yinzhen's notification.
Before long, Su Peisheng returned to the Prince's residence with the imperial decree. Since the imperial wedding had not yet taken place, Su Peisheng did not change his form of address for the time being. He smiled and said to the Princess Consort, "The Prince will ascend the throne on a chosen date. Please prepare to enter the palace, Princess Consort and all the masters!"
Rouyin said softly, "Thank you, Eunuch Su."
"I dare not accept such praise." Su Peisheng stayed at the residence, waiting for his wife to take a nap before going to the palace early the next morning.
The next morning, Rouyin led several children into the palace. Looking at the neatly prepared Kunning Palace, with its furnishings and decorations just like those in the Prince's residence, Rouyin raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Yinzhen had made preparations in advance.
As soon as she entered, Yinzhen, dressed in black with dragon patterns, took her hand and asked, "Are you satisfied, Yin'er?"
The children looked at their father with surprise. Respecting the proper etiquette, the clever children already knew their father was different now, and respectfully bowed, saying, "Your subjects greet Your Majesty." Yinzhen looked at the slightly reserved children and gently patted their heads, "Rise. This room is full of family; there's no need for formalities."
After receiving the usual pats, Honghui and Yilejia stood up and casually remarked that their mother's palace was still the same as before. Rouyin smiled as she looked at the imposing Yinzhen in his Western-style suit. Feeling a little irritated by his gaze, Yinzhen pulled Rouyin to sit down. "Yin'er, you've been quite busy lately. In a couple of days, there will be a lot of things to arrange for our wedding. I'll have Su Peisheng help you." It wasn't that Yinzhen didn't want to help his wife, but the new emperor's ascension to the throne had piled up too many memorials, and he was too busy with his own affairs to spare any more time to help Rouyin.
Upon hearing this, Su Peisheng, who was once again being treated like a beast of burden by Yinzhen, responded. He glanced resentfully at Yinzhen, who had given him even more heavy work, and sighed inwardly.
Rouyin glanced at Su Peisheng, who had dark circles under his eyes from exhaustion over the past two days, and then looked at Yinzhen with amusement. Seeing that Yinzhen was tired and sleepy, she dismissed everyone and pulled Yinzhen towards the inner room, saying firmly, "Your Majesty is sleepy now, please take a nap."
Yinzhen, who was asked to do so, obediently lay down on the bed under Yin'er's pull. Rouyin lay down next to him, and perhaps because she was surrounded by familiar scents, Rouyin also fell asleep.
He slept straight through until evening. When Yinzhen woke up, he felt refreshed. He gazed at Rouyin's fair face with reluctance, but ultimately returned to the Qianqing Palace to review memorials amidst his heavy workload of state affairs.
When Rouyin woke up, it was already past midnight. Looking at the lit candle, she asked, "Liu Qing, what time is it?"
Liu Qing: "Your Majesty, it's already past 3 AM."
Where is the Emperor?
"His Majesty is staying at the Qianqing Palace to work, and Her Majesty hasn't had her dinner yet. Shall I bring you the food?"
Rouyin nodded and said to Liu Qing, "Have the kitchen make an easily digestible chicken soup and send it to the Qianqing Palace."
"Yes," Liu Qing said, helping Rouyin, who was a little languid after taking a nap. She blushed as she dressed Rouyin. Rouyin felt the attentive service of the maids, comfortably put on her clothes, and enjoyed the food.
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