As dawn approached, Qingyan opened her eyes in a daze. The swaying bed reminded her where she was. Last night, the carriage had traveled all night, and she hadn't been able to fulfill her wish to take a bath while setting up camp.
She turned over and looked at Yin, who was still fast asleep. Originally, when he learned about Saito and Eshuo's identities, he had considered whether to punish them by killing them instead of always hiding things from her.
"Fourth Brother, shall we get up?" Qingyan pinched Yin's nose, trying to get him to stand up.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, closing his eyes and resting his head on her shoulder.
"No need, Su Peisheng will bring us breakfast. We can get up then. Father won't let us pay our respects during the march." Yin knew Kangxi's habits. Normally, Qingyan rarely got up at this time. If she weren't so close to Kangxi and the others, she would sleep until she naturally woke up.
She blinked in surprise. During the day, wouldn't Emperor Kangxi receive his ministers in his imperial carriage?
"With Mother by my side, Father Emperor will not allow anyone to step into the imperial carriage!" Yin replied with a smile.
When Yin was young, Kangxi would often ask him to test his knowledge in the Year of the Dragon. After he turned ten, he was restricted by Kangxi. He could only see Consort Tong after the camp was set up. Otherwise, Kangxi would severely suppress Yin and he could not even see Consort Tong.
"What?!" Qingyan's eyes widened in surprise. No wonder Yin wasn't very relaxed on the Star Lord's Path, and insisted on sleeping until the sun was high in the sky before getting up!
"He's jealous!" Yin teased with a smile.
Whenever Yin and Kangxi appeared in front of Tong Lanya at the same time, Kangxi was always second. When Yin was a child, Kangxi could say that the child was too young, but Lanya asked about Yin first because she was worried that the child was not doing well. Now that Yin is married, Lanya still cares about Yin first.
puff!
Qingyan burst out laughing, rolled over on the bed, and rubbed her stomach with a chuckle.
In fact, Yin was very petty, and now it seems that he inherited this trait from Emperor Kangxi.
"You brat, what are you muttering about!" Yin didn't want to admit that he was just as petty as Kangxi.
Reality told him he didn't want a bratty kid like he was when he was young, constantly running up to Qingyan and asking for a hug!
"No, I was wondering if our child will be like you!" She looked at Yin, who was enjoying himself, and pinched his shoulder with her little hands. "Being able to watch you two fight in the mansion must be quite fun."
Qingyan slapped his chest a few times, thinking to himself that this guy probably had his share of going against Kangxi when he was young.
"Hmph," Yin said unwillingly. "How could my son be so naughty!"
Yin pinched her little nose. If she was too naughty, it must be because of her mother, Qingyan.
From a young age, she loved to cause trouble, and Fei Yanggu often had no choice but to deal with her antics, which made him look quite unwell.
"Who says they won't? Your sons might turn out to be troublemakers too!" Qingyan said with a smile.
No one expected that the couple's joke would actually come true, but that's another story.
"You brat!" Yin muttered to himself, probably because he was often scolded by Emperor Kangxi when he was young.
"Master, breakfast is here!" Su Peisheng's voice rang out from outside. Yin opened his eyes. The two of them had used the floor in front of the screen as a bed. If the chain were lifted, their disheveled appearance would be seen by outsiders.
"Wait outside now!" Yin tidied Qingyan's clothes and threw the pillows and blankets from the floor onto the bed. "Come in."
Qingyan sat in front of the dressing table, tied her hair into a simple bun, and then threw the silk handkerchief into the water.
"Little darling, come and eat first." Qingyan rinsed her mouth with the tea she had been using before starting to eat.
Today's breakfast was quite substantial, featuring Manchu-style steamed buns, millet and red date porridge, two or three dishes of Suzhou-style pastries, a plate of osmanthus cake, and two bowls of clear broth beef noodles. This beef noodle soup was specially prepared by the imperial kitchen for Qingyan. On the road, having this clear broth beef noodle soup to look at is a great meal; it's flavorful, easy to make, and a perfect meal.
"This pickled garlic goes quite well with the beef noodles!" Yin also found it very refreshing. In the prince's quarters, he often ate some dry noodles, but rarely used beef noodles.
"Of course, I prepared it myself. Our prince still has a few jars left. This time, I brought a big jar with me. I don't know how many there are left!" Qingyan sipped her beef noodles. The flavor was amazing, and the beef was springy and chewy. It was hundreds of times better than modern beef noodles.
Yin's face darkened. Xiao Guai liked making these snacks, but Father Emperor rarely sent them to them.
"Master, Anda said that lunch should be hot pot!" Su Peisheng whispered at the door. Qingyan was stunned. Hot pot here?
The two men exchanged a glance, and Yin sighed, wondering why his father, the Emperor, had lost his imperial majesty.
Her love of food has infected quite a few people; this won't do.
"Fourth Brother, is this what you're asking me to do?" Qingyan was dumbfounded. How could she make a hot pot base in this remote place?
Yin could only nod. Kangxi then sent Li Dequan over to say that either Qingyan should prepare the ingredients herself, or he hoped that Qingyan would write down the list of ingredients for the hot pot.
"Sulan, make a four-compartment hot pot, four tomato broths and one mushroom broth, and prepare plenty of dipping sauces." Qingyan instructed Sulan. Fortunately, Sulan ended up making the hot pots herself, otherwise, she would have had to get off the carriage and go to the specially made carriage in the kitchen.
Su Lan quickly agreed. There were two ice basins in the carriage, but thanks to Qing Yan's cold jade, the carriage was cooler than usual.
"Little darling, why did you prepare so many?" Yin was puzzled. Why did you need to prepare nine pots?
"Father has one hot pot with two broths, Father and A-Han have two, one tomato broth on each side, and the mushroom broth is for Mother." Qingyan said in detail, and Yin couldn't help but smile. His little princess knew how to manage a household.
Besides training loyal servants, she was also very attentive to all aspects of life, taking good care of not only her father, the Emperor, but also the eldest prince.
"Father's imperial carriage is full of ice buckets, but where is eldest brother? Songkriyirha is still young!" Qingyan didn't want the little girl to get too hot.
"Don't worry, except for the ones here where we use less ice, all the other carriages have plenty of ice!" Kangxi often joked, knowing that Yin would definitely save ice in whose carriage he was riding.
Upon hearing this, Qingyan couldn't help but laugh, thinking that the nickname "Iceberg Forty-Four" might become even more dazzling.
"You brat, watch your mind if you keep thinking nonsense!" Yin put a few slices of beef into her bowl; the imperial kitchen had specially prepared beef for the little one.
The couple also presented a stark contrast: one was a carnivore, while the other preferred a vegetarian diet. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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