The memorials that followed the greetings to the emperor were not taken seriously by Yin, who was focused on waiting for Kangxi's imperial approval.
In the early morning, Yin and Yikene played in the courtyard, while Qingyan designed the decoration plan for Yuelai Inn in the study, and Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen slept quietly in the cradle.
Yiken'e practiced horse stance outside the window of the inner chamber, often turning his head behind him. He was the same age as Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen. He had to exercise with his mother in the early morning, while she slept on the yuyu bed.
"Concentrate!" Yin suddenly said.
Yiken shivered instantly. His father never spoke ill of his sister; he was always very harsh towards him.
As soon as he finished speaking, he focused his attention on the tree trunk not far away, and put his hands on his waist.
After a cup of tea, his chubby little legs began to tremble, and his little face was covered in sweat. He pursed his lips and didn't utter a sound. His stubborn nature meant he would never beg for mercy.
"Are you tired?" Yin looked at his son's stubborn little expression and felt extremely sorry for him, but he couldn't be lenient and relax his demands.
The path ahead for the prince and princess is not easy. For the prince of the royal family to enjoy glory, he must put in tremendous effort every day.
"Not tired!" Yiken said, panting.
"Alright, that's enough for today." Yin picked the little guy up from the ground, a look of concern flashing quickly in his eyes.
In the royal family, strict fathers and kind mothers were the norm, so Qingyan was bound to take on the responsibility of comforting his daughter. When it came to their daughter, the couple switched roles, with Yinlai taking on the responsibility of coaxing her.
"Yiken'e, are you unwilling?" Yin wouldn't act directly like before, without communicating with his sons; such actions would alienate them.
Yiken pouted slightly, thinking to herself, "If everyone were treated equally, there wouldn't be this much trouble."
"No!" Yiken said defiantly.
Yin picked up Yiken'e, and the father and son sat down on the chairs in the corridor. His large hand stroked his son's bald head.
“Yiken’e, you are Ahun, the eldest son. In the future, you will sit in your father’s position, support the entire family, protect your mother, and also protect Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen.” Yin let Yiken’e stand on the chair so that he could look him in the eye directly.
Yiken looked at Yin with bright, sparkling eyes, as if what he said was true. However, she wondered why she had gotten up so early.
"In the royal family, your father dotes on you because you are still young. Once you start your formal education at age three, he will test you on your studies every time he sees you. Remember what your father said: you must put in just as much effort as you enjoy the privileges you have." After Yin finished speaking, Yiken nodded her little head to show that she remembered.
He puffed out his little chest and said, "Father, Yiken will train hard to protect Mother and Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen."
Having spent a long time by Kangxi's side, Yiken'e was more mature than the other princes. He would carefully observe the actions of the servants around him, and if anything was not good, Yiken'e would tell Consort Tong or Yinzhen.
He rarely bothered Qingyan with this matter. Qingyan noticed his subtle actions, but simply turned a blind eye.
"Hmm, good girl. Go in and wake your sister up. We'll have breakfast together." Yin Fangyi nodded and went to the study. He watched Qingyan busy drawing. Each Yuelai Inn was Qingyan's hard work, and the servants managed it on her behalf.
He poured a cup of tea from the kang table and handed it to Qingyan.
"Did you discipline your son?" Qingyan put down her calligraphy brush and looked at him with a smile.
Yin nodded and said, "Of course, we must cultivate Yiken'e's sense of responsibility from a young age. We can't accompany Hutulifeng and Zhalafen for a lifetime, but Yiken'e can take care of his sister for a lifetime. Perhaps, Songkelierha will also be taken care of by Yiken'e."
During a conversation a few days ago, Yin noticed that Yin had been somewhat depressed and did not want to get involved in the struggle for the throne. He wondered if having only one daughter would make those behind him quiet down.
"Huh?" Qingyan was stunned. Shouldn't Yin have a legitimate son?
Yin Genjue Luo Shi was extremely favored, and there must have been a legitimate son among them. Yi Ken'e would probably even take care of that little brother.
“Mother…” Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen’s soft little voice rang out. Yiken’e and Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen stood at the door, their two phoenix eyes looking at them.
Every time Qingyan looked into the children's eyes, she would sigh inwardly, "The Aisin Gioro family's genes are too strong; every child has phoenix eyes."
"Little girl, have you washed up yet?" Qingyan noticed that her daughter spoke very quickly, sometimes pausing in her speech, while Yiken spoke at a steady pace. The two girls' personalities were beginning to develop similarities.
"Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen has a dressing table." Sometimes the little maid couldn't remember her own name, so Yinhe Qingyan came up with the idea of having her read her name aloud every time she answered.
The little girl was dressed in a pink palace dress, and her hair was styled into two buns with silk fabric.
"Yiken'e, did you sleep well?" Qingyan handed his daughter to Yin and picked up Yiken'e to ask.
Both of them had a habit of picking up the children when they talked to them, so that the children could feel the weight of the children.
"Yes, Mother, I even did the horse stance!" Yiken'er had a praising expression on her face, which warmed Yan's heart. She placed a kiss on one of his chubby little faces.
Cough cough cough!
A cough came from Yin's direction, and the mother and son quickly turned around to look at him.
"Father, are you sick?" Hutu Lifengsheng Zhalafen, who was in Yin's arms, asked anxiously.
Pfft!
Qingyan was a bit out of character. Yin was clearly warning the two of them not to get too close, but Hutulifengshengzhalaf thought that Yin's throat was uncomfortable.
“Hutulifengshengzhalafen, you idiot!” Yiken’e said directly.
"You are not allowed to speak ill of your sister," Yin said directly.
"Yes!" Yiken pouted, her mother thought she was sick because of her obvious pain.
Hutulifengshengzhalafen, prompted by Geyiken'e's suggestion, noticed some clues and covered her mouth with a laugh.
"See? Even your daughter thinks you're childish!" Qingyan rolled her eyes and carried Yiken'e towards the dining room. On the way there, Yiken'e kept wriggling against her.
“Mother, Yiken’e wants to get down on the ground, and absolutely will not be carried!” Kangxi instructed Yiken’e that he must maintain the demeanor of a prince when he is out in public.
Upon hearing Yiken'e's request, Qingyan immediately put him down on the ground, took his left hand, and walked forward.
Yiken'e, with her small chest puffed out, walked forward step by step. In the corridor, the servants bowed to their masters one after another.
At this moment, Yin carried Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafen behind them, standing protectively behind the mother and child.
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