Hongxi heard two days later that a missionary had presented him with a miraculous medicine.
Kangxi's condition has been brought under control, and Hong Ruohan and Liu Ying have been treated as honored guests and temporarily housed in a side hall of the Qianqing Palace.
"Father, was that medicine really given by the missionaries?"
In the study of Yuqing Palace, Hongxi dismissed the palace servants and looked at Yinreng very seriously.
Since Emperor Kangxi fell ill, Yinreng had to handle all matters, big and small. After working for so many days in a row, he was starting to feel the strain.
Fortunately, Kangxi's condition improved, and even if he could not handle state affairs in a timely manner, at least he no longer had to live in fear and was only exhausted.
"Yes, it was presented by them. They said it was called quinine. The people from the Imperial Medical Academy examined it and said it was very effective."
In his previous life, his father had already been abandoned by this time, and while he, as his grandson, knew some important matters, he was unable to know the details.
"Cinchona? That's a strange name."
Yinreng nodded. "This pill is amazing. Your grandfather is recovering quite well now. After a few more days of rest, you'll be completely fine."
Hongxi suddenly realized something: "Such a good medicine was given away so easily? What were their demands?"
Yinreng smiled as he looked at his son. "Their demands are to be given a larger place to live and to have their missionary work legalized."
Catholicism developed rapidly in the previous century, flourishing from its introduction in the late Kangxi period to its current prosperity during the Qianlong era.
"The Catholic Church didn't do anything outrageous in the short term, but as its followers grew, it began to rival the local Buddhism and Taoism."
When Yinreng saw that Hongxi had brought up the matter of his previous life, he asked curiously, "When the three sects were rivals, who won in the end?"
Hongxi really wanted to tell his father in detail what he had seen in his previous life, but he was also very afraid that his father would be fixated on the change of the throne in the previous life, so he dared not say too much.
Seeing that his father was not obsessed with power, he breathed a sigh of relief and his tone became much lighter.
"During the reign of Emperor Grandfather, he was very interested in some things that came from the West, but he didn't promote them much. On the contrary..."
Hongxi glanced at Yinreng cautiously, and seeing that he was still listening attentively, he said, "On the contrary, it was during the Qianlong era that all things in the West flourished."
Yinreng's gaze darkened. "During the Qianlong era...who was it? Hongli?"
Hongxi closed his eyes and finally brought up the topic.
He nodded. "It's Hongli."
Yinreng suddenly laughed out loud, "After Hongli ascended the throne, he wasn't very good to you, was he? At least not as good to you as your fourth uncle."
Hongxi lowered his head.
Yes, although his fourth uncle dared not give him, his direct subordinate, a high position after he ascended the throne, he did not suppress him either. Apart from power, he gave him the best.
After Hongli ascended the throne, he disregarded past relationships and feared that his existence would threaten his imperial power, so he found a fabricated charge to execute him.
"Silly child, this life is different from the past, stop thinking nonsense."
Yinreng walked up to him at some point, stopped, and patted him on the shoulder. "When I first saw how good you were to the Fourth Prince, I guessed that there might be a special connection between you two. But it's not hard to guess, the Fourth Prince is a man who is rather lenient towards innocent people."
Hongxi looked up at Yinreng, "Father, now that you know your fourth uncle and Hongli will become emperor one after another, do you feel resentful and afraid?"
Yinreng sat down beside him. “If your hostility towards Hongli stems from grudges from your previous life, I advise you to let it go, which is also a way of letting go of yourself. Being reborn is an opportunity given to you by heaven, an opportunity to be happy and joyful every day, not an opportunity for you to harbor hatred and seek revenge.”
Hongxi lowered his head, his eyes filled with tears.
"Of course, if you simply dislike Hongli's scheming and plotting in this life, then your father won't advise you. Instead, he will tell you to do whatever you want."
Hongxi suddenly looked up and saw the determined light in Yinreng's eyes. He could no longer care about the usual rules and rushed into Yinreng's arms, calling out "Father" in a choked voice.
Yinreng hadn't expected his son to carry so much in his heart, and he felt very sorry for him. "Father has a question. Hongli is only three years old, yet he has such cunning and ability. If someone didn't help him with these things, could he also be a reincarnation?"
Hong Xi paused.
He had thought about this question before, but he felt that he was a reborn person. If Hongli was also a reborn person, wouldn't this world be too mysterious?
But now even his own father thinks so, and he really doesn't know what to say.
"Even if Hongli is reborn, as long as there is no longer any rift between his father and his grandfather, he is powerless to do anything."
Judging from the current situation, even if Hongli tells his fourth uncle about his past life, his fourth uncle will be powerless to do anything about it.
After all, the relationship between his father and grandfather was relatively harmonious, and the other uncles were also on good terms. Under these circumstances, as long as his father didn't do anything reckless, it would be difficult for external forces to pull him down from the position of crown prince.
"Why are you always worrying about these things?" Yinreng looked at his son with some helplessness. "Your father already knows how to get along with your imperial grandfather, so you don't need to worry about your father anymore. You can focus on your own affairs instead."
Hongxi asked in confusion, "My own business?"
Yinreng tapped his little head, "You're only eight years old, shouldn't you have your own things to do?"
Hongxi felt a little embarrassed, but seeing his father's confident appearance, he suddenly felt relieved.
Yes, my father was the crown prince for so many years. In the previous life, he just stubbornly resisted, which is why he drifted further and further away from his royal father.
But their relationship had already improved in this life, so why should his eight-year-old son worry about it?
Thinking of this, Hongxi jumped off the chair. "In that case, I wish Father all the best on his journey ahead, and I will no longer worry about you."
Yinreng nodded solemnly, his eyes full of twinkling smiles. "Go."
As Hongxi stepped out of the study, he looked at the flowers and plants that came into view, and his mind suddenly felt more open.
"Master, where are we going?" Zhang Quan looked at his master's face and felt that something was different. It was still the same face, but his eyes seemed clearer and brighter.
Hongxi closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and stretched. His grandfather woke up and probably needed to rest, so he didn't disturb him.
"Uncle Twelfth's wedding is just around the corner, let's go see him."
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