The small courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing is surrounded by ordinary people. The house originally belonged to an elderly couple, but their children took them away to live out their retirement, and the courtyard became empty.
To supplement his household income, the old man rented out his house.
Upon hearing the news, Songgotu ordered his servants to rent the house. The priests and lamas they had invited from Mongolia and Tibet were gathered there, and he hoped that they could deliver a crushing blow to Kangxi.
After the priest performed the spell, everything went smoothly until the final stage, when a change occurred. It was just a minor action that made the high priest very worried, wondering if someone had seen through his scheme.
Songgotu spent a lot of money to invite them, and if they didn't get things done, Songgotu certainly wouldn't let them off the hook.
"Lord Suo, please find out where Master Yuan Yi is as soon as possible." The priest was originally the leader of the Southern Mongolian Mongols, but he had a quarrel with Suo Er and was pulled down from his position as high priest. Now he was completely enraged.
Master Yuanyi?!
Upon hearing these four words, Songgotu's head began to ache. This man was elusive; even Emperor Kangxi didn't know where he appeared. He had heard Yin mention that Master Yuanyi had a secret communication channel with the emperor. Outsiders were unaware of this, and even Yin had only received some rumors.
Now, asking him to find Master Yuanyi is just putting him in a difficult position.
"Master Yuanyi has gone?" Suo'etu exclaimed in surprise. Master Yuanyi's arrival would mean their complete defeat.
“Besides him, I can’t be sure who else could do this,” the priest famously said.
Several lamas quickly nodded in agreement. At this moment, Soetu couldn't care less about the consequences and went straight into the palace. He needed to discuss this matter with the crown prince.
Inside the tent, Qingyan and Yin had been caught in the clutches of thieves. Yin did not intend to speak of it. This was Kangxi Yin's last chance. If he could repent, Kangxi would not allow anyone to make things difficult for him.
"Little darling, your second brother won't seize this opportunity," Yin said dejectedly. Everyone outside thought that if the brothers worked together, they could make the Qing Dynasty strong.
Each prince's maternal family had a plan: which prince would occupy the highest position and ensure prosperity for at least three generations.
She was eating cherries, her small mouth slightly open.
The princes' infighting is heartbreaking; these are still elementary school children, yet they are already thinking about the future.
Yin never hid anything from her. She watched the bloody royal infighting and secretly resented Yin.
“My dear, I can’t keep you away from all this. You’re not a concubine, nor a princess, but my primary wife. You have to face the struggles between my sisters-in-law.” In front of him, Qingyan would wear all her emotions on her sleeve.
She pouted. His answer pleased her greatly; the status of the primary wife and the concubine was different, and the battles they faced were different. The concubine could hide under Yin's wing and live a comfortable life, but he couldn't.
"Fourth Brother, I understand." Qingyan waved her little paws, cheering herself up. She had grown a lot from this battle.
No matter how much violence and intrigue there was outside, she treated it like a TV drama.
She was an atheist and believed that witchcraft was nothing more than empty talk. At this moment, she dared not think about it any further; reality speaks louder than words.
"Fourth Prince, can those people really control others?" Qingyan's voice trembled slightly. Trembling—what if someone wanted to use her to harm Yin?
In truth, she was unaware that someone had already taken this action. Qingyan carried a spatial dimension with her, leaving those people with no opportunity to strike. Her soul was incompatible with the original body, rendering any attempts to manipulate her futile.
"Yes, but you are an exception!" Yin revealed what he had been hiding before. "Little darling, they have already made a move against you. Just because they didn't succeed doesn't mean they will give up."
Yin did not want Qingyan to get involved in conspiracy theories, but the reality forced Yin to consider it.
"Fourth Brother, will all those close to you be targeted?" Qingyan wasn't stupid; she could immediately discern the veiled meaning in Yin's tone.
"Little darling, just keep it in mind," Yin said directly. He didn't want to get involved in those things outside, and he wouldn't get involved.
He reached out and hugged Qingyan, and together they walked out of the space. Suo Keshuo had already handed over the maid who stole the eldest son's hair to Kangxi. Watching this farce, Yin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that he probably wouldn't have a son born to a lowly maid from the Imperial Laundry in this lifetime.
She listened intently to the sounds outside, and the system quietly informed her of Sokosho's identity, causing her to gasp in astonishment.
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"Fourth Prince, His Majesty invites you and the Princess to have lunch together." Little Sula, who was serving the Emperor, stood at the entrance of the tent. Qingyan patted her little paws, wiped them clean with a handkerchief, and was pulled by Yin to walk out of the tent.
At this time, the camp was already on high alert, with many guards patrolling in front of several tents, all keeping an eye on the camp, fearing that some fool might cause unnecessary trouble.
"Greetings to the Emperor, greetings to the Empress, greetings to Father." As soon as Qingyan entered, she respectfully greeted the three of them. Fei Yanggu was overjoyed to see his youngest daughter's obedient appearance.
"Father!" With Kangxi's permission, Qingyan got up and rushed towards Feiyanggu. She really missed Feiyanggu.
Feiyangu picked up his daughter, his face beaming with joy.
"Little darling." Fei Yanggu had sent all his sons away, and now he finally had time to live with Qingyan.
"Father, can we still go out for a stroll tomorrow?" Fei Yanggu is very busy and rarely has time to meet with Qingyan.
Therefore, when Qingyan saw that Fei Yanggu had some time, she went over to him, wanting to continue their family time.
"Of course I'll go." Fei Yanggu would never mistreat his daughter. Outsiders might see Fei Yanggu as a rough man, but to Qingyan, he was a loving father.
Yin clenched his fists. Fei Yanggu was always whispering to Qingyan on the side. Kangxi looked at the loving father and daughter and felt heartbroken.
"Feiyanggu, if you two want to be affectionate, go to the tent!" Kangxi could not understand the normal feelings between father and son or father and daughter; his emotions were mixed with the authority of an emperor.
"Little Four, you two must be especially careful." Kangxi was worried about the people around his two children, as the traitors sent by Suo Keshuo were the most trusted people by the eldest son's side.
These people were able to hide for more than a decade, which shows that they had planned it all along.
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