Early in the morning, Yi Hua received gifts from Emperor Kangxi and the various concubines in the harem.
Granny Chen took out a peace lock: "Madam, this was sent from the palace of Consort De. I think it has a good meaning and is made of rare warm jade. It's perfect for the First Prince to have his feet pressed down. What do you think?"
"What kind of ingredients are good?" Yinzhen had been thinking about his son, so he came over early in the morning.
Yi Hua was inwardly horrified. It was an undeniable fact that Yongzheng and his mother, Consort De, were at odds. If he didn't like the things Consort De sent, he would be walking right into a trap. Their relationship was so fragile that it couldn't withstand the slightest suspicion.
"I'm currently organizing our eldest prince's private treasury. The things that Father Emperor and all the consorts sent are all precious and made of extraordinary materials. I'm dazzled by them all." Yi Hua gently put down the peace lock, trying not to attract attention.
Yinzhen first went to check on the child who was still fast asleep, and then sat down by Yihua's bedside.
"How is the Princess Consort feeling? Should we summon the imperial physician?"
"Although I survived by the skin of my teeth, thankfully the eldest prince is in good health. Your Highness, wasn't I very brave?" Although Yi Hua didn't want to have a romantic relationship with Yongzheng, she absolutely had to maintain a good superior-subordinate relationship.
For Honghui's future, she had to earn a place in Yinzhen's heart.
If Empress Xiaojingxian, who died young, had received even a fraction of Emperor Yongzheng's respect and pity, she would not have died of depression.
Now that the child has just been born, it's the perfect time to ease tensions.
Yinzhen was somewhat surprised to see the woman who was clearly trying to take credit. To put it nicely, his wife was dignified and composed; to put it bluntly, she was dull and boring.
Despite being under twenty, a time when life should be blossoming, she demands too much of herself from the rules, looking like a living Buddha enjoying incense offerings in a temple, devoid of any real flavor.
Now that she's had a child, she seems to have found her true calling. Her face is free of makeup, revealing only slight dark circles under her eyes. Instead of her meticulously styled hair in a traditional Chinese updo, she wears braids hanging down her back. Without the elaborate makeup, she exudes a quiet, peaceful, and serene aura, making her look much more pleasing to the eye.
Yi Hua received no response and felt secretly annoyed.
She just risked her life to give birth to her child; shouldn't she receive a word of praise from the child's father?
Yinzhen looked at the woman's furrowed brows, as if he could hear what she was thinking, and a smile appeared on his lips: "The Princess Consort is very good."
Yi Hua blinked expectantly, while Yin Zhen had already looked at the pile of gifts on the table.
That's it?
Yi Hua sighed. In any case, it was a response, and it wasn't too bad.
Yinzhen had seen the peace lock early in the morning; he recognized it.
When my fourteenth brother was young, he often wore it around his neck. Occasionally, he would deliberately show it to me to spite me, making it hard not to recognize him.
"This is something my fourteenth brother has carried since he was a child. Mother is quite willing to part with it," Yinzhen said ambiguously. "Keep this safe. He's a child who doesn't know his own strength and might break something Mother bestows upon him."
Yi Hua understood what this meant: it meant not to bring out anything that was kept hidden away anymore. Didn't you see Su Peisheng's head was practically bowing to the floor?
"Alright, I'll keep it for him." Yi Hua maintained her smile.
Yinzhen played with the peace lock for a while, and just as he was about to put it back, the lock suddenly opened.
When the sunlight shines through, you can see small characters inside.
Yi Hua subconsciously uttered, "Yinzhen?"
"I misspoke." Yi Hua mentally slapped herself, thinking, "You had a loose tongue."
Yinzhen waved his hand, signaling Yihua not to be nervous. He stared at the two words for a long time without saying anything more.
"Take good care of yourselves, I'll come again tomorrow."
Yi Hua breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from his expression, he didn't seem angry. It was said that Yongzheng had been reprimanded by Kangxi, and since then he had never shown his emotions. He would not show his anger even when he was angry. If he kept it all bottled up, wouldn't he become abnormal?
But those around him suffered terribly; those who couldn't read the room died without even knowing how.
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This mother and son are really awkward. Yi Hua picked out a gold necklace from the gifts she brought from her parents' home and put it on her chubby son.
This peace lock looks quite old; the color isn't as bright as new ones, and the jade is soft and of a balanced quality, clearly indicating that someone has frequently handled and played with it.
Consort De dared not send it, and Yinzhen dared not accept it. It was secretly sent under the name of Honghui. If it had not been actually seen, it would have been a pearl hidden in the dust.
There have been countless similar incidents in the past, with the mother and son's relationship so cold that they had to hide their concern for each other.
Yi Hua kissed her chubby son and resolved to learn from this experience and become the closest mother and son with Hong Hui.
Newborns change every day. Although Honghui was almost always asleep, Yihua could watch him sleep for a long time without blinking.
Who told her to be the wife of the Fourth Prince now? She had people to serve her every day, from dressing to eating to sleeping. But after only two or three days, Yi Hua felt like she had contracted a disease: laziness.
If it weren't for the nanny coming to help with lochia discharge every day, this would be a life of bliss.
Now, Yi Hua has just given birth, and her figure is slightly plump, a stark contrast to the thin and bony figure I saw that day.
It is said that Emperor Yongzheng preferred delicate and frail women, such as the currently favored Consort Li, and later Consort Nian, both of whom were of this type. He favored Han women over the naturally large-framed Manchus.
Yihua set two goals for herself: first, to take good care of her health, and second, to take good care of Honghui. She and her son should live long and healthy lives and be the most blessed people in the Forbidden City.
As for who Emperor Yongzheng favored, that was their good fortune, and it's no longer within Yihua's scope of consideration.
The servants in the main courtyard could see clearly that the eldest prince was the apple of their master's eye, and they were extremely careful with him. Except for sleeping at night, they were almost always together. Therefore, they served the eldest prince with extra caution and care, for fear of making the slightest mistake.
No one could understand why Yi Hua cherished Hong Hui so much, not only because he was her own child, but also because he was a mother's whole heart and soul entrusted to her.
Honghui is a lucky baby to have two mothers who love him so much.
"Has the small Buddhist shrine been built yet?" Yi Hua asked. The original owner had given her a healthy body and a lovely son, and she wanted to do something for the original owner as well.
Yu Xiao replied, "Reporting to Madam, it's finished. The Buddhist scriptures you didn't finish copying have also been offered up. I lit incense this morning."
"Alright, from now on you must clean and make offerings every day without slacking off." Yi Hua thought to herself, hoping that she would be reincarnated soon and find a devoted person to live a peaceful and joyful life in her next life.
"yes."
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