For several days in a row, Yinzhen acted as a teacher at home, teaching the children with books in hand.
Yiken'e and Hutulifengshengzhalafen were also used to their father's voice, and when the time came, they would call out to Yinzhen.
In the morning, Su Peisheng delivered a number of memorials, awaiting Yinzhen's decision.
Yiken'e got impatient and started yelling "Ahhhhh!"
"Yiken'e, after Father finishes dealing with these matters, shall we study again?" Qingyan wanted to take a book, but Yinzhen stopped her directly.
The three of them—father, son, and daughter—had finally had a chance to spend more time together, and Yinzhen certainly didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Qingyan smiled. Yinzhen was more family-oriented now, a big difference from before. He no longer relied on Zhezi for support.
Later, after Yinzhen finished his work, Yiken glared at him angrily, and Yinzhen reached out and pinched his little face.
Yiken opened her little mouth and immediately nibbled at Yinzhen a few times to vent her dissatisfaction.
"Yike!" Qingyan frowned and warned the little guy.
Upon hearing Qingyan's reprimanding voice, Yiken'e pouted and burst into tears.
"Little darling, how old is Yiken'e?" Yinzhen shook his head. It was normal for Yiken'e to have a little temper.
The prince was too soft-hearted, which Yinzhen disliked.
“That won’t work either. The child is already sensible. If we don’t talk to him properly, he will become even more unruly.” Qingyan shook her head. Yiken’e’s age is the best time for early education.
The nannies around the child dared not refuse his unreasonable demands, which made Yiken'e's temperament increasingly domineering.
"Alright, until the children are 3 years old, you have the final say in how they are raised!" Yinzhen shrugged at Yiken'e, and the little guy's pleading eyes softened Yinzhen's heart.
However, Yinzhen had already agreed that he would not interfere in the children's education before they turned three. Qingyan had absolute authority, and the rigid teaching methods of the nannies were not as practical as Qingyan's.
A few days ago, when he went to pick up the twins, Kangxi emphasized that the two children were well-educated and had their own opinions. In particular, Yiken'e had begun to express his own views.
Qingyan watched as Yinzhen finished his task, moved the armchair in front of the children, picked up the book he had been reading the day before, and continued reading.
Seeing the three of them looking so serious, she quietly left the study and headed towards the small kitchen.
At the bend in the corridor, Qingyan noticed a little Sula peeking around. The servants in the villa were all bound by life-or-death contracts, and even those sent by the Imperial Household Department were all sent by their families.
"Who goes there?!" Qingyan shouted.
Little Sula shuddered and her legs went weak, causing her to kneel on the ground.
Upon closer inspection, Qingyan saw that the person was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a childish face and a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. All the kindness in Qingyan's heart vanished.
"Suzhu, hand him over to Erlu!" Qingyan uttered eight words, deciding Xiao Sula's future fate.
After the children were born, many people tried to take advantage of Qingyan's soft heart and plant spies around the twins.
After several painful lessons that nearly harmed the twins, Qingyan learned her lesson: if she couldn't even protect her own children, she wouldn't deserve to be a mother.
"Yes, Master!" Su Zhu waved to the back, and the guards sent by Erluan quickly stepped forward.
"My lady, please spare this servant! I was only frightened by your majesty!" Little Sula was filled with resentment. He had died before he could even begin his mission. If he couldn't fulfill his master's demands, what would become of his family?
Before entering Prince Yong's residence, he made a point of learning about the Fourth Prince's wife's preferences, and discovered that her soft heart was her fatal weakness.
"Take him away!" Qingyan waved his hand, bypassed Xiao Sula, and continued walking forward.
For the sake of her two children, she changed many of her habits, even her soft-heartedness.
Su Zhu felt slightly relieved. Originally, she wanted to play the villain and remind the Fujin, but now she no longer needed to be on high alert like before, directly taking action to deal with people in order to protect the safety of the two young masters.
“Master…” Su Lan glanced at Qing Yan in surprise.
"Strange?" Qingyan smiled, her lips pursed. Before, she had too many concerns, afraid that she would go too far and leave too harsh an impression on Kangxi and Consort Tong.
After the children were born, Consort Tong repeatedly emphasized that no one should be lenient when it came to anything involving the children's safety.
Little Sula clearly had extra thoughts. Even if Su Peisheng and Su Lan interrogated him, they might not be able to uncover the truth. Erlu was different; he was someone personally trained by Yinzhen, so it would save more time and allow them to obtain more useful information.
"Sulan, go prepare the mashed potatoes, and keep an eye on them. Suzhu, you come with me to cook." Qingyan hadn't cooked in a long time.
These past few days, Yinzhen has been taking care of the two children. Qingyan thought of cooking a meal for Yinzhen as a token of her gratitude.
At lunchtime, Qingyan returned to her study first and saw that the two children were so sleepy that they could barely keep their eyes open. She quickly asked the nanny to take them away to rest.
"Did you cook?" Yinzhen felt a warmth in his heart when he smelled the cooking oil on her.
Before the child was born, Qingyan would often go to the small kitchen to prepare meals for him. After the child was born, he rarely received such treatment.
Today, he experienced the warmth of Xiaoguai's heart.
"Of course, I still made your favorite dishes, but this is a thank you gift for taking such good care of the twins," Qingyan said with a smile.
During her stay at the villa, she felt her burden had lightened, as Yinzhen had taken over the responsibility of ensuring the children's education.
"Are those pieces of paper meant to teach children to read?" Yinzhen noticed that on the desk there were meticulous paintings drawn by Qingyan, with Manchu, Mongolian and Chinese characters on the back.
The drawings on the paper were all things the twins used in their daily lives. He finally understood why Yiken was able to memorize everyday vocabulary so quickly; this method was quite good.
"Of course, this will make it faster." Qingyan planned to decorate the twins' room and stick these small cards on their daily necessities so that they would always see these words and they should be able to memorize them quickly.
"The two little ones already have a larger vocabulary than other children!" Emperor Kangxi always thought they were specially taught and kept saying that the children must have enough time to rest.
Qingyan sat down next to Yinzhen, holding chopsticks and preparing to eat.
"That's not enough. You need to memorize all the basic vocabulary!" Qingyan was still not satisfied.
In modern times, she only talks about those early childhood education programs on paper. The twins have very poor memories; they can remember the general content after reading a book only three times.
Once, Qingyan specially tested the two children, saying a simple sentence three times, and the twins were able to repeat the general meaning.
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