With Hu Richa's return, news reached the Mulan Hunting Grounds of the Left Wing Prince's dying edict ordering the deaths of his two eldest sons, Enhe and Mende. A faint smile appeared on Kangxi's face.
Recently, he has been thinking about how to deal with these two people. The left-wing prince actually disposed of his two sons for the sake of Batubuhe.
Yinzhen received the news in his study and immediately snorted coldly. Qingyan sat in front of the soft couch, embroidering a purse, while the twins were drawing calligraphy beside her. They were all looking in Yinzhen's direction.
"Alright, put down what you're doing for now. News has come from the Left Wing Prince's tribe that they have executed the eldest son Enhe and the second son Mende, along with their wives and children."
Qingyan was shocked to hear this. The Left Wing Prince was willing to treat his two sons like this for Batu Buhe.
As Yinzhen looked at the letter, he couldn't help but think of Yinxiang. To avoid suspicion, he could only let his youngest son, Ganjur Hongxiao, inherit the position. If he hadn't given his other sons titles, they probably wouldn't have had any status.
After he left, Hongli didn't treat those people very well. He even found an excuse to deal with Hongxi and the others.
"Su Peisheng, summon Batu Buhe!" Yinzhen intended to make Batu Buhe understand the Left Wing Prince's thoughts within the limited time available.
Su Peisheng quickly went to the side tent and summoned Batubuhe, who was copying scriptures, to the tent in the study.
Batubuhe walked in and looked at Yinzhen with a puzzled expression.
"Father...you wanted to see me?" Batu Buhe took the letter from Yinzhen and began to read it carefully.
"Abu... ordered the deaths of his two older brothers?" Batu Buhe asked in surprise.
He knows Mongolian, so there's absolutely no problem with reading these words.
Yinzhen specifically had his subordinates write the message in both Manchu and Mongolian, so Batu Buhe should be starting to learn Mongolian.
“Yes, please sit down first!” Su Peisheng carried Batubuhe to sit in the armchair.
Batubuhe looked up at Yinzhen, waiting for his next words.
"Do you know why you, Abu, did this?" Yinzhen wanted to break down the information and tell Batu Buhe. "Yiken'e, Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen, you two should think about this carefully."
Qingyan sat down in a chair and looked at the three children in front of her.
"Father, is it that those two want to seize real power and hope that when Batu Buhe returns, they can sideline him?" Yiken'e thought about the situation and realized it was very similar to when Father Emperor was about to ascend the throne.
Batubuhe hesitated upon hearing Yiken'e's words.
“Father, I know, Abu did this for my own good!” Batu Buhe remembered that the Left Wing Prince had said that he must obey Yinzhen’s arrangements and that no matter what happened in the tribe after he was gone, he was not allowed to plead for him.
Upon hearing Batu Buhe's words, Yinzhen was quite surprised. This guy didn't even plead for his brother. If it were anyone else, he would definitely have pleaded for him first.
“Abu instructed that whatever he does is for my own good, and if there is anything he is unsure about, he should ask you!” Batu Buhe said to Yinzhen.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was quite surprised.
“Yes, Abu has gone to great lengths for you, even at the cost of infamy. Yiken’e is right. They hope to sideline you. It will take more than ten years for you to return after you come of age. During that time, the tribe will definitely undergo changes. Therefore, you can only grow up on your own and take control of the tribe as quickly as possible.” Yinzhen said, looking at Baozi.
Although Batubuhe was somewhat dark-skinned, he has gradually become fairer under Qingyan's care.
“Abu has handed over the affairs of the tribe to Huricha,” Batubhe said, looking up at Yinzhen.
“I will arrange for Huricha to give you two hours of tribal affairs every day. You need to learn even more from Yiken’e!” Yinzhen would not treat Batu Buhe like a child.
“Yes, Father!” Batubuhe nodded.
"Alright, you two, start practicing calligraphy. Batubuhe, you start practicing calligraphy at the table next to Yiken'e. There are Mongolian words on the paper. You need to keep practicing. Your mother and I are going to the Imperial Tent. Can you promise to behave well?" Yinzhen asked the children.
"Father, don't worry," the three older children said in unison.
Yinzhen left the tent with Qingyan, who was puzzled as to why Yinzhen wanted to go to the imperial tent.
"Fourth Prince, is there anything we can do to help?" Qingyan asked, staring at Yinzhen.
"No need, Father will definitely inform us. We absolutely cannot touch the affairs of the Mongol tribes." Yinzhen had to report all the details of the Batu Buhe tribe in detail. If there was even the slightest mistake, it might give the other princes something to hold against him.
Seeing Yinzhen's worried expression, Qingyan had no choice but to acquiesce.
Inside the imperial tent, Kangxi had just received the will of the Left Wing Prince. He had some idea in his mind that the two of them, as fathers, both knew the position of the eldest and second sons of the direct line in his heart. He leaned back on the dragon throne, wondering if he could be a better Left Wing Prince if they switched places.
Li Dequan stood aside and, having heard the report, knew that Kangxi would definitely be stunned.
"Your Majesty, what do you think...? Should we invite the Fourth Prince over?" Li Dequan believed that the Fourth Prince was the best option.
"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince and his wife are outside requesting an audience." Sula walked in, interrupting Li Dequan's words, and was the first to greet him.
"Let them in." Kangxi expressed his helplessness at Yinzhen's habit of taking her everywhere he went. Qingyan was a woman, and it was best for her to avoid getting involved in matters of the previous dynasty.
After the two paid their respects, Qingyan shifted his body somewhat uneasily, hoping to avoid Kangxi's gaze as much as possible.
"Father, this is news from Mongolia." Yinzhen presented the letter with both hands.
Kangxi carefully read the contents of the document, his face showing helplessness.
"What are you thinking?" Kangxi looked at his fourth son. His son was very opinionated about these things, so he decided to leave it to his own devices.
“Father, I believe the Left Wing Prince is surrendering and wants to use his son to inform us that this tribe now belongs entirely to the Qing Dynasty,” Yinzhen said directly.
Qingyan silently applauded Yinzhen's words, knowing that they would surely make Kangxi feel better.
"Fourth son, these words cannot be spoken carelessly." Kangxi gazed at his fourth son. Although his words were not unreasonable, in the current situation, it was best if fewer people knew the secrets involved.
"Father, I am right here in front of you. If others ask, I wouldn't even bother," Yinzhen said, pouting.
Emperor Kangxi sighed helplessly, "That brat knows how to get into trouble."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
