The Double Ninth Festival banquet has ended, and Ha Feng, unwittingly, is the most dashing young prince. Even Emperor Kangxi has taken a different view of this grandson.
Among the third-generation princes, he was definitely the youngest, but he was the most patient. At the start of the banquet, Hafeng was full of energy and had much more endurance than the average boy.
Dressed in a red prince's casual robe, he sat in Kangxi's lap, his large phoenix eyes fixed on the ministers below. Many people looking at the grandfather and grandson had the illusion that the young prince, Hafeng, resembled Kangxi more.
"Little Darling, you and Fourth Prince should go back. The children are all here with me. Going back so late at night will only expose them to the wind!" Consort Tong said directly.
Qingyan quickly agreed, while Yinze smiled to himself. Kangxi had been playing with Hafeng, and Yiken quickly sat down and began to practice calligraphy. Beside him, Hutulifengshengzhalafen was tracing embroidery patterns. Each child had their own things to do.
Inside the hall, the grandfather and grandson were all busy with their own things, and the young couple seemed superfluous.
"Mother, we'll take our leave now!" Yin squeezed Qingyan's hand, urging her to leave quickly.
Qingyan became angry only after the two of them had entered the carriage one after the other.
"Fourth Prince, why don't we take the children back with us? Today is the Golden Offering Festival. If we leave the children here, people will definitely say something sarcastic, which might have a negative impact on you and the children," Qingyan said directly to Yin.
Yin put his arm around Qingyan's arm to help her relax. These women's sour remarks were something they had to go through. The twins and Hafeng were not involved in the palace's power struggles, so the concubines were relatively polite to the three children.
"Don't worry, Mother can keep an eye on them. Besides, the twins and Hafeng get along very well with Father Emperor," Yin quickly reassured Qingyan.
The Double Ninth Festival has come to a complete end, and the women have begun preparing for the Golden Banquet Festival again. Consort Tong, being particularly considerate of Qingyan, has placed the child by her side to take care of him.
"Little darling, we have a lot to prepare. This year's Golden Festival coincides with the 40th anniversary of Father Emperor's ascension to the throne, so all the princes from beyond the Great Wall are coming." Yin's heart skipped a beat. It would soon be the 43rd year of Kangxi's reign, and there were still three years left. Yin was preparing to make preparations in advance.
At the very least, Yinxiang should not be imprisoned in the beekeeping alley anymore. Young and strong, Yinxiang should be able to do more.
“Forty-four…” Qingyan shuddered upon hearing the year.
Yin patted her back. It turned out that the two of them still remembered this year, which was really giving them a headache.
“I will be ready!” Yin said, looking at Qingyan.
Previously, Yin had forgotten the potential disaster that 43 years had brought. As the date approached, Yin became increasingly anxious.
Qingyan reached out and took Yin's hand, her small face close to his shoulder, her face rubbing against his clothes.
"Stop rubbing! The fabric of your clothes isn't soft!" Yin noticed that Qingyan's skin was very delicate, and every time she rubbed it against his clothes, some problems would occur. To avoid similar situations, Yin decided to tell her to stop being so coquettish.
Qingyan pouted: "Tell me, can't we wear cotton clothes in the summer?"
Each time Yin returned to his residence from the palace, he would first take a bath in his study and change into clean clothes before returning to Qingyan's courtyard to play with the children.
"Of course not. There are strict restrictions on the fabrics used for making clothes." Yin shook his head.
Qingyan helplessly spread her hands: "The everyday clothes I had the sewing room make, you can only wear them inside the mansion!"
Yin went through a lot of clothes every summer, so Qingyan specially prepared a large wardrobe for Yin in both the inner bedroom and the study, filled with his clothes so that he could change clothes at any time.
"Sigh... there's nothing we can do about it. If we could change the fabric, I would think it would be great, but it's not possible right now!" Yin kissed Qingyan. At times, Yin preferred to have Qingyan by his side.
"For the Golden Festival, let's not send imported goods anymore. I think too many imported goods would be inappropriate. Let's send some things from within the Qing Dynasty instead," Qingyan suggested.
Yin pondered for a moment: "Little darling, besides the things you prepared, I have also dispatched secret guards to protect the children. There will absolutely be no problems!"
When we talk about the Golden Festival, the question of the year immediately comes to mind.
Yin suddenly remembered Honghui. Back then, in the struggle for that position, he neglected his only legitimate son, causing him to die young in the royal power struggle.
"Okay!" Qingyan nodded. She was most worried about the children, which was why she thought it best to keep them by her side.
Yin smiled and said that Fei Yanggu had petitioned Emperor Kangxi to send his personally trained Shadows to ensure that the three children could live in a safe environment.
“Yiken’e is already ahead of us. At the banquet, I noticed that a few people were looking at Yiken’e rather strangely. However, Father Emperor was holding Hafeng the whole time. But the censors didn’t report it. Isn’t that strange?” Qingyan wondered.
Yin's deep laughter reached Qingyan's ears. She stared blankly at Yin's smiling face, feeling very strange.
“Little darling, Yiken’e’s identity is the most sensitive. If he doesn’t keep a high profile, many people will want to get rid of him first. So, Father Emperor’s decision to make Yiken’e so high-profile is also a way of protecting him,” Yin whispered in Qingyan’s ear.
For a moment, the carriage was very quiet, except for the two bells on the edge of the roof that swayed in the hot air and made a clear sound.
"Really?" Qingyan was always worried that her child would follow in Honghui's footsteps. Fortunately, Yiken'e was born at a different time than Honghui.
"Little darling, you did a good job. The twins were born on the same day as Father Emperor, and Hafeng was born on the same day as me!" Yin felt very guilty for not celebrating Qingyan well twice.
Qingyan stuck out her tongue: "I'd like to have another daughter. After all, there are no other women in the mansion, and the censors are definitely keeping an eye on it."
"No, these people should be keeping an eye on the Eighth Prince's residence. Putting aside everything else, the Jue Luo clan has been in Yin Si's residence for over a year, yet there hasn't been a single word from them. Everyone suspects that Yin Si has a 'problem'!" Yin Si said with a faint smile after hearing the rumors circulating in the Imperial Hospital.
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