Emperor Kangxi gave a concluding speech regarding the controversy surrounding the Fourth Prince, saying, "Consort De, the Imperial Noble Consort's meaning was very clear just now. You know in your heart why you have reached your current position."
When Yinzhen was born, you were of low status and not qualified to raise him. It was I who decided to entrust Yinzhen to the Noble Consort for upbringing.
You gave up Yinzhen for the sake of rank; that was your own decision. Don't even think about taking Yinzhen back today.
You're not a child anymore; you have to take responsibility for your decisions!
"Even children take responsibility for their words, and they won't go back on their word!"
"Don't blame everything on the children, they're innocent too!" He Xue said softly, but everyone present could hear her.
Emperor Kangxi really didn't know what to say. What a fine child, why did he have to be so talkative!
Consort De was speechless for a moment after Kangxi's words, her face covered with tears. She looked at the Fourth Prince and said, "Yinzhen, please forgive your mother. Your mother really didn't want to give you away!"
"Your mother misses you so much! Look, these are the clothes you wore when you were just born. Your mother has always kept them close to her body. Seeing them makes it feel like you are still by your side!" Consort De said, taking a small garment from her bosom.
He Xue watched De Pin's actions in surprise. Why did De Pin carry props with her at all times? Was she ready to perform at any moment?
However, she didn't believe that the clothes belonged to the Fourth Prince. How old was the Fourth Prince this year? Even if it was well preserved, the clothes couldn't possibly be in this state!
Moreover, Consort De said that she often took it out to look at it, so it must be worn out, so this garment definitely does not belong to the Fourth Prince.
At this moment, He Xue seemed to be possessed by Conan, reasoning through the matter in her mind and figuring out how to expose Consort De.
The Fourth Prince was filled with mixed feelings. He had always thought that Consort De had no feelings for him, but why would she keep the clothes he had worn? Did Consort De have feelings for him too?
Consort Tongjia hadn't expected Consort De to pull this stunt. If Consort De truly cared for Yinzhen, she wouldn't mind. However, Consort De clearly wanted to use Yinzhen. But she couldn't say anything now, otherwise others would misunderstand that she couldn't tolerate Consort De and was deliberately trying to sow discord between Consort De and Yinzhen.
He Xue slowly approached Consort De, who was focused on the Fourth Prince and didn't notice He Xue's approach at all.
"Your Highness Consort De, you have such good intentions! It seems we have all misunderstood you. You are also concerned about Fourth Brother!"
He Xue's words startled Consort De. "Your Highness is joking. Yinzhen is my child. How could I not care about him!"
He Xue looked at the clothes in Consort De's hands, and then, taking advantage of Consort De's inattention, snatched the clothes away. "It's so kind of Consort De to still have Fourth Brother's clothes from when he was little! The workmanship is so exquisite!"
Seeing that He Xue had taken the clothes, Consort De tried to snatch them back, saying, "Princess, this isn't a toy! Give it back to me! It's my only keepsake!"
"Okay!" He Xue replied verbally, but her eyes were scrutinizing the clothes. Finally, He Xue noticed something amiss.
"He Xue, quickly return the clothes to Consort De!" Consort Tongjia knew that He Xue was not such a tactless person. She didn't know why He Xue had taken the clothes, but she still told He Xue to hurry up and return them.
"Yes, I understand, Aunt!" He Xue replied with a smile.
He Xue handed the clothes to Consort De.
Consort De looked at He Xue with surprise, wondering why He Xue was being so easy to talk to this time.
But Xue's next words almost made her fall to the ground. Sure enough, it proved the saying that something unusual must be going wrong!
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