With the funeral of the Left Wing Prince over, the servants in the tents of Batu Buhe and the Left Wing Prince left the Mulan Hunting Grounds. The rest of the people had resumed hunting. Only the Left Wing Prince's close relatives, dressed in mourning clothes, stayed in the tents to observe mourning for the Left Wing Prince.
Batubuhe stayed in his tent, copying Buddhist scriptures in Mongolian. Although he looked very ugly, he hoped to fulfill his filial duty.
"Master, please rest for a while." Hu Richa looked at his young master, who had lost his previous cheerfulness and was now silently copying Buddhist scriptures. He felt very sad.
“Hurichi, I know my father is no longer here, so I can only help him fulfill his wishes.” Batubuhe put down his brush and looked outside the tent.
Although he was old, he understood these things. By Yiken'e's side, Batu Buhe found respect, and this respect did not disappear because of his age. If it were any other prince, he probably wouldn't have received this respect.
“Hurichi, this is the Ksitigarbha Sutra that Yiken’e and Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen gave me. They both wrote it with their left hands, afraid that I would get tired.” Batubuhe looked at the handwriting and worried that he would misunderstand.
Hu Ri looked at the crooked characters on the paper, a faint scent of incense wafting around his nose. It must have been copied according to the rituals of mourning, which was a thoughtful gesture.
The master is actually only three years old. Is he already five years old? Or is it just because the master was born a little later?
"My lord, the two masters have been very good to you, so you must take good care of yourself. You must not hurt the feelings of Prince Yiken'e and Princess Hutulifengzhalafen." Huricha hoped that the friendship between Yiken'e and Batubuhe could last forever.
"Don't worry, I already know which way to go. Huricha, are all the servants who hold power in the tribe trustworthy?" Batubuhe felt insecure. Apart from Qingyan and the twins, he dared not trust anyone, not even Yin. Batubuhe was more wary of him.
"Yes, it's all believable. Fourth Princess Consort has instructed the manager over there to keep an eye out and make sure you're well protected." Hu Richa looked at his master and felt deeply moved.
Batu Buhe had a faint smile on his face: "Actually, this is fine. If anything happens to Mother, I will replace the servant immediately. Mother would never lie to me!" Batu Buhe had a very good impression of Qingyan, so he was always extra careful whenever something happened.
"Master, why do you trust Fourth Princess Consort so much?" Hu Richa asked, puzzled.
“She’s like my mother, so I trust her.” Batubuhe looked at Huricha. “My feeling is definitely right. Huricha, I’m leaving the affairs of the tribe to you. I’m too old; I don’t know how to handle these things at all.”
Batubuhe doesn't have the mindset of a child. Although he occasionally throws tantrums, he has been very well-educated by the Left Wing Prince. From the time he started talking, the Left Wing Prince has always taken him along. Starting last year, the Left Wing Prince even took Batubuhe to handle tribal affairs. After the meeting, he would be roasted by Abu.
"Yes!" Huricha watched the interaction between Batubuhe and the Left Wing Prince. Seeing his master slowly growing up, he still felt a little resentful towards the Left Wing Prince.
At this moment, Huricha felt that the Left Wing Prince's method was correct, and that his master was able to remain calm and composed when facing danger.
Inside the imperial tent, the princes and their families were all present. Emperor Kangxi sat upright on the dragon throne, his face somewhat grim. Although the death of the Left Wing Prince had given the Qing Dynasty some leverage, it had rendered them unable to act.
Batubuhe was raised by Yin because of the defection of the Left Wing Prince.
"Father, what are your requirements for Batu Buhe?" Yin asked Kangxi with concern.
Qingyan sat to the side, head bowed, hoping that Batubuhe could return to the capital safely.
"You must protect him well, Yiken'e. I'm entrusting the task of entertaining the prince to you. Can you handle it?" Kangxi asked, looking at his most prized grandson.
"Grandfather, I'm sure I can do it." Yiken'e was very comfortable in front of Kangxi and rarely spoke with the same respect as others.
Kangxi nodded in satisfaction: "I'll leave the care of Grandfather to you. You two are about the same age, so make him your helper!"
The princes present were shocked. Was Kangxi paving the way for Yinzhen?
The heir of one of the largest branches of the Khorchin clan was treated as an assistant to Yiken'e...
Yin Si clenched his right fist tightly. This wouldn't do; he didn't want to admit defeat like this.
“Father, Yiken’e is still young, and there are too many children in the residence of my fourth brother and sister-in-law. I have no children of my own. Should I be entrusted to raise Batu Buhe?” Yinsi stood up and knelt on the carpet to report.
Kangxi stared at Yinsi and scrutinized him. Batu Buhe's identity was too sensitive. Yinsi was the successor he had chosen. If Batu Buhe could get along well with Yiken'e, he would be an asset to Yiken'e in the future.
"This is the old prince's request before he left, and I cannot change it. Eighth Prince, after we return to the capital for the imperial concubine selection, I will bestow a few more princesses upon him." Kangxi chose to ignore Yinsi's request.
He heard that Guo Luoluo was pregnant after marrying into the Mongol family, and that Yin Genjueluo and others had married into Yin Si's household, but there had been no news of them since.
He even wanted to arrange for Imperial Physician Yuan to take Yin Si's pulse properly when he was taking Ping An's pulse, to see if there were any problems in that regard.
If Yinsi really had a problem, Kangxi would feel ashamed. However, Kangxi was still very happy that Consort Liang's branch of the family had no descendants.
"Yes!" Yinsi quickly stood up. He knew he couldn't possibly get custody of Batubuhe, but he was unwilling to give up.
Yin and Yin Si seemed not to have seen Yin Si's actions and continued drinking.
"Ninth Prince and Tenth Prince, you two better behave yourselves and put away the wine for me." Kangxi glared angrily at the Ninth and Tenth Princes.
The wine in their teacups was the wine that Yin had ordered his servants to replace. Although the tent was large, the rich aroma of the wine still wafted over.
"Father, I really crave wine. This is the first time I've had any today," Yin said helplessly.
After he finished speaking, Yin obediently had the servants around him take the wine out and dispose of it.
“You two…” Kangxi shook his head helplessly. “Fourth Prince, you’re in charge of keeping an eye on these two. If you find them again, all three of you will be copying Buddhist scriptures.”
In front of the Mongol leaders, the princes had to be extra careful about their image, and Emperor Kangxi often reprimanded those leaders who indulged in drinking and merrymaking.
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