Before spring plowing, Emperor Kangxi personally led his princes to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices, while Emperor Qingyan alone led the children in spring plowing at the small glutinous rice balls in his residence. Yiken'e, wearing little boots, stepped on the soft soil.
He happily picked up a small shovel and, imitating Qingyan, began planting things. Sulan and Suzhu followed beside the twins, sticking their little bottoms out and doing it in a very proper manner.
Qingyan was supposed to participate in the silkworm-rearing ceremony with Consort Tong, but due to the arrival of twins in the mansion, Consort Tong granted Qingyan's request not to attend.
Of the three women—the Crown Princess, Lady Yin Genjue Luo, and Qing Yan—except for the Crown Princess, the other two submitted memorials requesting to stay at the residence and take care of the children.
"Mother, is Father doing this too?" Yiken'e noticed that Qingyan was working very quickly. He had been wielding the small shovel for a long time, and his arms were sore. In the end, he only managed to transplant a few seedlings.
In an instant, his inner power exploded, and he swung the shovel much faster. Qingyan turned his head and saw Yiken'e pursing his little mouth, digging a hole with all his might, large drops of sweat dripping from his head.
Yiken'e is very similar to Yin; when he encounters trouble, he will stubbornly insist on completing the task himself.
"Yiken'e, let's take a break, okay?" Qingyan noticed that Yiken'e's mood was off, so she quickly put down the utensils she was holding and came over.
Yiken shook his head stubbornly. He was determined to be as good as his mother. Even if it took time, he was capable of it.
"Come here!" Qingyan picked up Yiken'e directly.
Yiken kicked his calves, wanting Qingyan to put him down.
“Yiken’e, you are still young. Your mother is much taller than you, so it’s only natural that I can do things faster than you.” Qingyan understood that Yiken’e was just unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to be the best in everything.
Yiken turned his head away from her, his little face still pouting. Qingyan kissed his little face, hoping to appease Yiken with affection.
“Mother, Father said that men must be stronger than women!” Yiken’e believed Yin’s words without a doubt.
Qingyan was taken aback. Yin always took Yiken'e to the study. Qingyan rarely asked about the agreement between the father and son.
“Little guy, your father said you’re a man, are you?” Qingyan chuckled. This brat is so stubborn.
Yiken tilted her little head, staring at Qingyan with a puzzled expression.
Why do I say that?
"Mother, is Father wrong?" Yiken asked doubtfully.
Qingyan shook her head, then looked at Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen, whose fair face had turned a light pink after being in the sun all morning. The two little ones had been in the sun for a while.
"You're still a boy now. When you grow up, you'll be the man your father was talking about!" Qingyan wouldn't miss any opportunity to discipline Yiken'e.
She took the warm handkerchief from Su Lan and used it to clean Yi Ken'e's little hands. Then she took the Hu Tu Li Feng Sheng Zha La Fen from Su Zhu's arms and used it to clean Yi Ken'e's hands.
"Mother...should we continue?" Yiken'e noticed that several servants were still working in their fields.
"No need. Your mother just wants you to understand that we must cherish food. It is hard-won. Your father and father are at the Temple of Heaven, and then they will begin spring plowing in the royal farmland," Qingyan explained.
Yiken thought for a moment, then rested his little head in her arms; he was truly exhausted.
"Mother, should I participate too?" Yiken asked, gazing at the distant farmland.
"Yes, when Yiken'e reaches Hongxi's age, he will have to go with your father to participate." Hongxi is one of the third generation of the royal family who participates in the spring plowing and harvesting.
As the sacrificial ceremony approached, Guarjia clan members boasted about it quite a bit, even saying that His Majesty had appointed Hongxi to attend.
Upon hearing the rumors, Qingyan couldn't help but sneer. All royal sons would participate in spring plowing when they reached Hongxi's age.
"Isn't that what Grandfather calls Hongxi?" Yiken blinked her big eyes. The nanny beside her always said how outstanding Hongxi was because he was the crown prince's son and would be the future master.
Qingyan was taken aback and looked directly at the nannies beside Yiken'e.
"Yiken'e, who told you this?" Qingyan noticed that the nannies needed to be dealt with frequently, and it seemed that some of them had been bribed by the Crown Prince.
"It was Granny Wang. She said that Hongxi will be Yiken'e's master from now on." Yiken'e merely relayed the words without taking them to heart.
At this moment, Qingyan was in a bad mood. Fortunately, it was discovered in time. Otherwise, Yiken'e's subservient attitude in front of Hongxi would have displeased Kangxi.
"Eru, drag Wang Mama out and beat her to death! This is what happens when you gossip in front of your masters!" Qingyan suddenly erupted, and the twins looked at her. "Yiken'e, Hongxi is not your master. Wang Mama is wrong."
After she finished speaking, the servants all gasped in shock. Granny Wang had crossed the line with the Fourth Prince's wife.
The Dragon Guards, in particular, planned to inform Kangxi that very night.
"Why?" Yiken asked. "The old woman said that Hongxi's father is the crown prince. After the emperor is gone, the crown prince will be the future emperor, and Hongxi is his son."
Qingyan patted Yiken'e's little head and said, "Because now it is your imperial grandfather's world. Hongxi's status is the same as yours, both are third-generation princes. He is not much more noble than you."
Qingyan detested such lackeys the most; before the final resolution was even decided, someone was already asking for a job.
"Sulan, go and take the guards of the mansion to ransack Wang Mama's house. Sell off all her relatives and in-laws. Don't leave a single one alive. Go and do it right away." Qingyan decided to eliminate the root of the problem.
"Yes!" Su Lan accepted the order and quickly went to handle it.
"Madam, it has been dealt with." Erlu walked over and bowed respectfully to Qingyan.
"Eru, I'm back. You can report this yourself. If anyone like this keeps talking nonsense around the two children, there's no need to ask for permission. Just have them beaten to death." Qingyan can't always see everything. The two children are still young, and it's easy for those around them to instill bad ideas in them.
"Yes!" Erlu accepted the order.
Yiken'e watched as her familiar nanny disappeared, her little face showing no reaction whatsoever.
“Yiken’e, you are the master. Even the nannies cannot spoil you. They are just servants. Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen, the nannies around you are the same. If they dare to gossip behind your back, they should be dealt with like your mother.” Qingyan would not teach her children to be servants. They were born royals, and that nobility and elegance were engraved in their bones.
In addition, she knew that Yin would be the ultimate winner, and Yiken'e would be the eldest son and the first heir to the throne.
"Yes!" the twins quickly replied.
Qingyan looked unwell. The two little ones had been unusually well-behaved, and they didn't even try to beg for food like they used to.
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