The Crown Prince was still recovering from his illness, and Kangxi's actions were tantamount to telling the Crown Prince that he had different ideas about the future successor.
If Emperor Kangxi favors one of them to another, and the Crown Prince gets anxious and decides to do something drastic, it's truly worrying!
Yinzhen also sighed, "Who says otherwise!"
He wished he could grab Kangxi by the collar of his dragon robe and shake him awake, telling him to behave himself and stop causing trouble. He had one idea today and another tomorrow. If he really made the Crown Prince mentally weak, then it wouldn't just be the Crown Prince who was crying.
As Tong Cheng'er's expression turned pale, Yinzhen quickly pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't think too much. I can still protect Zhao'er, so please don't worry."
Tong Cheng'er thought about it and agreed.
Yinzhen: "Go to sleep."
Tong Cheng'er buried her head in his shoulder and neck, her breath pattering against his bare skin. Yinzhen's breathing became a little rapid. After a while, Yinzhen asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Tong Cheng'er sighed again: "How can I sleep?"
Seeing this, Yinzhen knew he should talk to her tomorrow, but if he did, she would inevitably scold him.
With a sigh, Yinzhen whispered in her ear, "Since you can't sleep, I'll do something to help you fall asleep."
After saying that, he leaned down and pressed his lips against her soft, beautiful body...
Then, disordered breathing came from the room, as if it were a beautiful spring scene.
When he woke up the next day, Yinzhen was no longer there. Hongzhao came to pay his respects. He didn't have to study today and looked very happy.
After dinner, Tong Cheng'er started telling Hongzhao about his plan to go to the palace to study.
Hongzhao only partially understood.
Hongzhao was no stranger to going to the palace; he would also go to the palace to pay his respects during festivals.
However, Hongzhao didn't quite understand the idea of going to the palace to study, so he readily agreed, since Tong Cheng'er had said that there were many older brothers, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters in the palace who were about his age.
Another day passed, and Yinzhen brought his son into the palace.
After giving some instructions, he put Hongzhao down and left to carry out his duties.
I don't know how Hongzhao fared on his first day of school, but Tong Cheng'er certainly didn't. Being a mother makes you worry a lot. With her child not around, she can't help but overthink, fearing that he might have a conflict with her, or that he might be bullied...
The saying "Raising a child means worrying for ninety-nine years even after a hundred years" is absolutely true.
She has a deep understanding of this.
When Hongzhao returned in the evening, seeing that he was unharmed and had a happy smile on his face, he was finally relieved.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did you meet anyone in the palace today?"
Hongzhao said that besides the two children from the families of the Third and Fifth Princes, whom he was somewhat familiar with, he had also met other people. It was clear that he was genuinely quite happy.
Tong Cheng'er then asked him what he had eaten, and he told her, which pleased Tong Cheng'er.
That evening, Yinzhen said with a smile, "After asking so many questions, are you finally relieved?"
Tong Cheng'er shook her head: "How can I be at ease? The child is small, and I'm afraid he might fly out and hurt himself by hitting the edges and corners. But I can't keep him from going out either."
There is no way to have it all in this world. If you get one thing, you may not be satisfied with the other. This is enough. To ask for more is just wishful thinking.
"I'm here. I'm confident I can protect you and your child. Don't worry."
Yinzhen spoke with extreme confidence, and he was indeed confident. Although the events in the dream had changed, the hints given in the dream were enough to make him invincible.
Tong Cheng'er nodded and then slowly fell asleep.
...
Meanwhile, at Mo Chenyu's residence.
"Brother, you should stay for a few more days since you've come all this way."
Mo Chenxuan smiled and nodded upon hearing this: "I will stay for a few more days. It's not easy to come to the capital. I've finally met you, and I can't bear to leave too soon."
Mo Chenyu smiled, and he looked very handsome.
Seeing that his younger brother was much more cheerful than usual, Mo Chenxuan felt a little better. His gaze shifted to his brother's legs, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. How could such a handsome and charming person like his brother have such bad luck?
Mo Chenxuan was very careful in his observation, but Mo Chenyu still noticed. He knew his older brother's thoughts, and I knew his pity and sorrow, but he had already come to terms with this leg.
Although he was physically disabled, he was still sharp-minded and could still do what he loved. His family had people to protect him, and he had a place to live and make a living. He felt that was enough.
People should learn to be content, for only contentment brings lasting happiness.
Mo Chenyu: "By the way, how are my parents, sister-in-law, nephews, and nieces?"
Mo Chenxuan smiled and said, "Everything is fine at home, but I can't help but worry about you and miss you."
Mo Chenyu sighed inwardly. How could he not miss home? The capital was a beautiful city, and Qiqiao Academy offered him things he enjoyed doing, but these things did not conflict with his homesickness.
"It's good that everything is fine. Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Didn't you just say that I look much better? Don't worry, brother."
How could Mo Chenxuan put his mind at ease? His younger brother was in the capital, someone he could neither see nor touch normally; how could he not worry?
However, it's best not to say these things, as it won't help and will only cause more sorrow.
"Okay, I'm not worried."
Bian Lan has been making good progress in her studies recently and has started drawing on her own. However, there was a part that she didn't quite understand, so she took the drawing to Mo Chenyu's study.
When he arrived, Mo Ting was outside the door with Mo Chenxuan and his men, who were putting things away. Bian Lan heard a conversation between two people inside as he passed by the window.
"You're not young anymore, do you have a woman you like?"
Mo Chenyu was taken aback when he heard this. An ordinary man his age would probably have a child running around by now.
"Brother, let's just let this go."
How could someone with his physique provide the tenderness a woman desires? Even simple marital relations would be difficult for him, let alone a future with her.
Mo Chenxuan, however, was unwilling to let it go: "You just have a leg problem, it's nothing else, why should we just let it go?"
Mo Chenxuan never thought his younger brother was anything special, so why couldn't he get married and have children?
Mo Chenyu shook his head and remained silent.
"Let's talk about it later!"
Bian Lan, standing outside the window, was stunned. What did "we'll talk about it later" mean? It meant that they would consider marriage later, and that it was still something to think about.
After more than a year of getting along, Bian Lan wasn't stupid. She had many erotic dreams, and the features of the person in her dreams became clearer and clearer. While she wouldn't say she was completely infatuated, she certainly couldn't tolerate anyone else in her eyes.
She simply couldn't imagine Mo Chenyu marrying another woman; the thought alone made her heart ache.
Mo Chenyu is outstanding; even with his physical disability, finding a woman to marry would be easy for him…
The thought of having someone pushing his wheelchair at all times in the future made her heart ache so much that she could hardly breathe, especially in the dreams she had at night where the heroine was always another woman.
When she first transmigrated, she hated God for being blind and giving her such a difficult situation. Now she only hates God for playing tricks on her, for making her a woman but not allowing her to show herself as one.
Later, I don't even know how I got back to my room.
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