The morning sun was bright, and after breakfast, Qingyan was drowsy from the heat. Yin walked to the soft couch with a cold face and pinched Qingyan's chubby cheeks hard.
She was immediately jolted awake by the pain and rolled her eyes at everyone.
"Little darling, get up and learn Manchu." Qingyan counted the days; today she was going to have to struggle with those tadpole-like characters again. Heavens! When would she be able to escape this misery?
She remembered that when she was writing her novel, she specifically looked it up and found that the Chinese language gradually became popular from the Yongzheng period onwards. Now, she could only learn it in a frustrating way.
"Hmph, you're going to eat an extra bowl of papaya and snow frog today." Qingyan was determined to make sure Yin was thoroughly tormented.
Yin's face immediately turned green. The things he hated kept appearing in front of him. How could he live like this?
Qingyan sat up listlessly, her chubby little hands holding a brush, carefully drawing Manchu characters stroke by stroke. Sometimes, she would forget the circles on the brush. Yin sighed, thinking, "She only remembers the good things and not the bad things. How many times has she been spanked?"
"Fourth Brother, let's not write this anymore. Except for formal occasions, let's use Chinese characters the rest of the time," Wan'er pouted and scolded him in a coquettish voice.
Yin smiled and stroked her hair. Such words were fine to say in front of him, but if his father, the Emperor, found out, it would be a serious matter. In his previous life, he had indeed done what Qingyan had said.
As long as the Empress Dowager is alive, they are unable to move; the concept of filial piety is the greatest obstacle.
"Qingyan, this is something you must learn," Yin sighed and said softly to Qingyan.
No one knew just how many restrictions the royal family imposed; from the moment she prepared to enter the royal family, she had no freedom whatsoever.
She blinked her big eyes, her pitiful look making Yin feel bad, but he was helpless. On the surface, Yin could not resist, and he knew that no amount of power struggles would help.
"I understand!" Qingyan drooped her little head and continued reading the Manchu text word by word.
Outside, swords clashed and danger raged, but inside this cozy tent, Yin instructed Qingyan on how to become a qualified princess.
At this moment, Kangxi received a secret letter that a core force of Galdan's army was on its way. They had gathered many loyal followers and were coming for the Qingyan banquet.
"This servant greets the Fourth Prince." Inside the tent, the warmth between Yin and Qingyan was broken as Li Dequan personally entered. Currently, Yin and Qingyan couldn't go to the imperial tent; the situation there was still unclear. Their small tent was more likely to be overlooked. "His Majesty instructed this servant to remind you to avoid leaving the tent, as someone might come to ambush you."
Yin was taken aback. He looked up at Qingyan, the sunlight shining on her face through the window. Her serious expression seemed even more charming to him. The Mongol princes often found various excuses to wander outside the tent.
Fortunately, she was in the next room, so they didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Hearing the rough sounds outside, she couldn't help but feel a little scared; those people were definitely more powerful than her.
Yin was jealous. He thought of those people's burly figures, and then looked at his own small frame, feeling somewhat resentful.
"Understood, I understand. Once things have calmed down outside, just have Su Peisheng inform him." Yin nodded, gave Li Dequan a purse, and sent him away.
He went to the bedside and closed all the windows on that side, letting Su Peisheng and Su Lan hide in their own rooms. Kangxi deliberately sent people over; they were definitely there for Qingyan.
Holding Qingyan tightly, Yin tightened his grip. Qingyan squirmed uncomfortably, and she realized that Yin's emotions had changed drastically, which terrified her.
A sound of horses' hooves came from outside. His grip tightened, and he covered Qingyan's mouth with his left hand while looking around for a hiding place. At that moment, she was completely bewildered by his actions.
"Galdan's men are provoking us, we have to hide." Yin looked at the location of the bed and pulled Qingyan towards it. In his haste, he even forgot about Qingyan's secret space.
Qingyan was pulled along by him, looking dazed. As expected of royalty, she showed no sign of panic even in this situation. She felt a chill run down her spine at the sounds outside.
Right now, she's too young and her spatial level is too low to buy those high-end pills to strengthen her body. She can only secretly buy some necessary things for self-defense.
"You... Waaah..." Qingyan was about to speak when Yin covered her mouth. Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside. Qingyan pointed to her purse and nodded.
After the two entered the space, Qingyan sprawled out on the sofa in a completely unladylike manner, her face flushed red as she gasped for breath. She rolled her eyes at him relentlessly. On the television screen appeared a dozen burly Mongolian men, rummaging around and throwing many of Qingyan's belongings to the floor. They were muttering something in a foreign language.
Yin helped Qingyan up, his brows furrowing deeply. These people not only wanted to kidnap Qingyan, but also her mother. If the Imperial Concubine were kidnapped, it would be a major incident.
"Little darling, can you see what's happening in the imperial tent?" Yin's face darkened; those people's words had dealt him a significant blow.
Qingyan nodded and turned the screen to the imperial tent. Kangxi brought Consort Tong to his side; she was dressed in a pale yellow qipao and wore a cap. The sounds of fighting outside did not affect the two of them.
She shuddered as she looked at the arrogant people outside the imperial tent; the people who came to their tent were still quite civilized.
Once, a modern friend of Qingyan said that the fastest way to learn swear words is to learn them.
"Little darling, it's alright!" The burly men searched their tent, hoping to find Yin and Qingyan.
Half an hour later, Qingyan's room was in complete chaos. The kang table was overturned, and the white fox fur carpet was thoroughly stained.
She was heartbroken. How much would that fox fur rug be worth in modern times? These people were just infuriating.
"How annoying!" Qingyan muttered under her breath. She never expected these brutes to be so ruthless. "We must get all their treasures back!"
Qingyan waved her two little hands in the air, as if venting her anger, and slammed them down twice.
"Okay, from now on, I'll give all those things to you!" Yin laughed. She was like a child, getting angry when she encountered injustice.
If she continues to maintain this temperament, it's truly admirable. With him spoiling and protecting her, the things that happened in her past life will definitely not repeat themselves.
"Will Consort Tong be in trouble?" Qingyan also noticed something was wrong; those people were clearly trying to embarrass Emperor Kangxi.
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