Three days later, Kangxi issued a secret edict, ordering him to take Yinzhen and Yinzhen to Shandong. The Crown Prince, as the heir apparent, was to remain in Yangzhou to handle the affairs of the capital.
Emperor Kangxi deliberately hid some spies in Yangzhou to keep an eye on Yin's every move.
After getting into the carriage, Qingyan held the two sleeping children on either side of him, while Yin sat cross-legged on the cushion, looking at the Ministry of Revenue's application for silver. His frustration slowly dissipated.
"Fourth Prince, where are we?" Qingyan was awakened by the sunlight outside the carriage and saw Yin intently looking at the memorial.
"Put the children in the stroller." Yin got up, carried the two children around the screen, and placed them in the stroller.
With a stern face, Qingyan took her breakfast from the small table beside her. It was a rice ball that Sulan had specially prepared before they set off, with various side dishes that she liked inside.
After Yin came out, he poured her a glass of plum juice, and the two of them had a simple breakfast together.
“Every time I go out, I’m carried in,” Qingyan said, pouting.
Yin smiled helplessly. They had set off too early, before Qingyan was awake, and Yin couldn't bear to wake her up, so he simply packed her up and put her in the car.
In fact, Yingenjueluo was not much different from Qingyan; even her mother was put on the carriage in a daze.
"Why leave Yangzhou?" Qingyan hadn't expected that their trip to Jiangnan would also require them to go to Shandong.
Yin looked out the window, thinking that going to Shandong was giving the Crown Prince one last chance to repent.
"Haven't you always wanted to see Baotu Spring?" Yin only spoke of things that Qingyan was interested in: Baotu Spring, and all kinds of pancakes and seafood. "We'll also go to the beach; it'll be the children's first time seeing the sea."
Emperor Kangxi decided to leave Yangzhou for a month or two, which gave the Crown Prince the time and opportunity to make arrangements for the next steps.
She paused for a moment, "To Qingdao?"
"Really?!" She didn't want to leave disappointed every time.
Yin nodded, and Fei Yanggu and his two sons came with the emperor. All the ministers trusted by Kangxi were brought out.
"It's because Grandma wants to go see the sea," Yin said, giving the excuse given by Kangxi.
Qingyan nodded. Kangxi had spent little time with Empress Dowager Tong since childhood, so he would definitely take good care of her now that he had the chance.
"In addition, Xiao Guai, have someone send a message to Yue Lai Inn and Linglong Pavilion to keep a close eye on the Crown Prince's movements. If the Crown Prince or Crown Princess's actions go too far, the managers should temporarily give in." Yin instructed Qingyan to pay close attention to the actions of Yuqing Palace.
After Su Lan tidied up the things for breakfast, Qing Yan wrote down the points of attention that Yin had mentioned on the letter paper.
"Fourth Brother, is it still not over there?" Qingyan asked in a low voice.
Yin nodded directly, saying that the Crown Prince needed to confirm this further.
Everyone stayed in their carriages on the road, and no one visited each other.
"We probably won't rest this evening." Yin took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and saw that it was almost evening. Kangxi hadn't yet issued an order to set up camp, so they must be traveling through the night.
Qingyan shifted her gaze from the children to him.
"Sisi, do we need to rush like this?" Qingyan asked.
She felt very uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
Yin nodded. He had never been to Shandong in his previous life and was unaware of what had happened.
"Let's not talk about it for now. Father should have made arrangements. It's good that he was brought out." Yin patted his son's chubby little hand and quickly said.
Qingyan looked at him suspiciously. His words clearly had a hidden meaning. Could it be that something had happened in Yangzhou again?
The Crown Prince has been frequently visiting brothels lately, causing quite a stir among the populace and generating numerous rumors.
"Fourth Brother," Qingyan placed Hutulifengshengzhalafen on his lap and rested his head on Yin's shoulder. During the southern tour, they had seen quite a few people, but each time they hadn't been able to have much fun. "Now that we're in Shandong, are we going to stay at the imperial palace?"
There were imperial palaces within Shandong Province, which conveniently included Baotu Spring.
Speaking of Shandong, Qingyan immediately thought of the absurd story of Princess Bird entering the palace.
In the Qing Dynasty, even if the emperor or princes went on incognito visits, they were always accompanied by a number of guards, so that kind of situation would never occur.
Her eyes swept over Yin, and she thought to herself, "That's just a novel, a novel."
"What's wrong?" Yin felt a little uneasy under Qingyan's strange gaze and asked directly.
She quickly shook her head; she absolutely couldn't let him know about this little drama unfolding in her mind, otherwise, the problem would be quite serious.
Yiken nestled in his arms, holding a calligraphy brush on the table in her hand, and began to draw on the blank folds he had laid out.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin noticed that the little guy's left hand was already stained with ink, while his right hand was still tightly gripping the pen, drawing circles on it.
"My little darling, look at Yiken." Yinxin looked at his son's changes with delight, not caring at all that the memorial had been scrapped.
Qingyan and Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen looked to their right and saw Yiken'e with a tense face, drawing intently. He seemed to be completing some important task.
After filling a page of the folded document with drawings, he raised his little face, waiting for Yin and Qingyan's praise.
"Yiken'e is really great." Yin observed carefully and found that Yiken'e's penmanship was correct, only her grip was a bit too strong. "Little darling, did you hand it over to Yiken'e?"
Qingyan shook her head directly. She rarely taught Yiken'e to write, as her own writing posture was problematic. She didn't want her son's posture to become a habit and then need to be corrected.
Yin patted his little head, and his mood improved.
"Yiken'e, who gave you the pen?" Yin tilted his head to look at his son, and Yiken'e looked up in confusion.
“It’s from watching my father write, that’s how he writes,” Yiken’e clearly stated.
Recently, Yiken's language skills have improved significantly, and he is now able to express his thoughts directly.
A smile appeared on Yin's face; Yiken'e had really grown up.
"Father will teach you to write, okay?" Yin's desire to teach surged. His son was so smart and eager to learn, and his heart was filled with excitement.
Yiken'e nodded. Emperor Kangxi often said that he would teach Yiken'e some Manchu, but he never let him hold a writing brush.
Yin held his small hand, turned the page of the document to a new page, and had him stand in his arms as he wrote stroke by stroke.
Actually, Yiken'e was too weak to hold a pen directly. Yin helped him write the Manchu characters Hongye, but his little hands didn't have much strength left.
“Father, I can’t write anymore,” Yiken said dejectedly.
“Well, Yiken’e is still young. When you get older, you’ll definitely be able to write even better,” Yin said directly.
Yiken looked at Qingyan with a wronged expression, and received a faint smile from his mother.
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