As more and more ministers fell ill, Qingyan was completely confined to her quarters, only able to wander around the imperial boat each day. Yin sent Sulan to the boat to retrieve Qingyan's fishing net and storybooks, so she could have some entertainment.
In the afternoon, Qingyan sat at her desk, copying the Paramita Sutra. Yin Genjueluo clan settled with her on the imperial ship, restricting their freedom.
The footsteps of ministers coming and going outside the door often annoyed her, but it took her quite a while to get used to it and feel at ease now.
snort!
While copying the Paramita Sutra, a lame joke came to mind: The Taoist priest said, "Bald monk, give me back my nun!"
A smile crept onto her lips, and the brush in her hand began to write these words on the Paramita Sutra. She pursed her lips, turned her head, and saw that someone was standing behind her, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Little darling, what are you writing?" Yin frowned. He knew the little guy didn't like scriptures.
Saying this in the Qing Dynasty would certainly have been taboo.
"Four... It's easy, it's easy!" Qingyan put down the brush in her hand and smiled obsequiously.
Damn it! How could she forget that the floors of the imperial ship were carpeted, and people walking on them made absolutely no sound? No wonder she didn't hear anyone coming.
"Just do it. This absolutely cannot be known to Father Emperor. Otherwise, you'll be in for a world of trouble." Yin tapped her forehead and lit the cut-off note with a tinderbox.
"Fourth Sister, I know I was wrong, I feel so bored!" Qingyan pouted. In the past, she would sneak off every few days.
"Little darling, come here!" Yin sat on the soft couch and beckoned to Qingyan.
"Sisi, is it really not okay to go out?" Qingyan felt uneasy all over.
"No, the situation outside is not good!" The epidemic is spreading rapidly, and people who have been in contact with the two have been placed under surveillance. The ship did not follow the fleet and instead docked at the nearby dock in a small county town. Shadow found a doctor in the county town to treat him.
ah?!
"Weren't those two left behind?" Qingyan understood that anyone could be sacrificed to protect Kangxi's health.
"Actually, the Crown Prince sent his personal servants to investigate, but the others dared not report back." Yin thought the Crown Prince's actions were somewhat troublesome. If his personal servants had been in contact with the sick and contracted the epidemic, Kangxi would not have taken out the quinine pills.
"Then, Father Emperor, if you don't say anything more, there won't be any more quinine pills!" Qingyan had to admit that some of Kangxi's decisions made her somewhat afraid.
"I'm not planning to bring it out again; it's up to the Crown Prince's fate." Yin was very annoyed with the Crown Prince. News of Kangxi was being sent to the capital by the Crown Prince in a steady stream. Even the outbreak of this epidemic was known to Suo'etu and Mingzhu in just five days.
Yin had been living on the imperial ship. Mingzhu believed that the crown prince must have made a mistake, otherwise he wouldn't have been confined to his quarters so early.
"Fourth Brother, I'm so tired!" Qingyan nestled into Yin's arms. The outside world was entangled with the interests of various parties, and a slight misstep could lead to a series of troubles. Among the sisters-in-law, Li Jia had also bribed many servants. "A large portion of the servants on the imperial ship have been bribed by Li Jia. I have to say, she has a lot of money."
The servants around Emperor Kangxi and Consort Tong were not easy to bribe unless one had a fatal weakness against them or offered them a large amount of gold and silver.
He stroked her head. Xiao Guai was the most tired. It was an important meeting. Consort Tong, along with Qingyan and her personal maid, personally prepared tea, leaving Li Dequan and other servants to wait outside.
The effect was excellent; the news was never leaked again.
"My dear, I'm sorry to trouble you, but we have to speed up our journey. In four more days, we'll reach Jiangnan!" Kangxi had lost interest in understanding the people's plight; he was focused on quickly gathering information so he could devise a feasible solution.
Qingyan's eyes lit up. It would be so much easier to get off the ship and not have to be cooped up in this small cabin. She could also walk around whenever she had time. Wasn't that better?
Songkrijelha was also scooped up, and he didn't even come to eat snacks.
"Four days!" Qingyan tilted her head. "We can go to Hangzhou in four days?"
At this time of year, Hangzhou has the most abundant fruits, Suzhou-style pastries, and some exquisite silks.
"Mm." Yin nodded.
"I'm going to buy silk!" Qingyan exclaimed excitedly. "The shopkeeper said that those exquisite and fine silks will not be given to the palace as tribute, in case Emperor Kangxi thinks the cloth is exquisite and fails to send it to the palace even once, the whole family will be in trouble."
"Shut up, just keep it to yourself. Buying some nice things is fine, but it won't do if outsiders find out. Remember that!" Yin stroked Qingyan's hair, thinking about who to contact to prepare some things Qingyan would like.
Qingyan's lackey nodded. Ordinary people definitely couldn't get their hands on it. It wasn't that Jiangnan manufactured it for internal consumption, but rather that it was sold to the most powerful and wealthy merchants in Jiangnan.
None of the managers under her command were qualified enough, so if they wanted anything, they still had to rely on Yin.
"Help me find some good ones, okay?" Qingyan looked at Yin. "If you find any, should we give them to Mother?"
"No, we have to keep it from Father Emperor. It's fine for you to use it at your residence!" Yin was helpless about this situation. Kangxi understood, but he couldn't stir things up, otherwise, things would become even more troublesome.
Qingyan's flat-mouthed mouth. The finest embroidery is found in Suzhou and Hangzhou, surpassing even the embroiderers in the palace.
“Let’s order two nice screens. Suzhou embroidery is more exquisite than that of the palace embroiderers. They’ll be perfect for the Golden Offering Festival!” Qingyan blinked. “It always takes a lot of thought. Today, besides the gems from the sea, let’s also get two screens with painted designs. What do you think?”
Yin held the little one in his arms, feeling warm inside. The little guy always thought of things in advance, allowing him to prepare for his tasks efficiently and not be bothered by these trivial matters.
He was certainly much happier than Yin Zhi, who was constantly bothered by all sorts of messy things.
"Alright, for the next few days, you must keep your word. Don't write or say those disrespectful things about Buddha again!" Yin was worried that the little guy's loose tongue might get him into trouble with the censors.
Qingyan nodded obediently, her mind preoccupied with what kind of silk to choose. It was said that there was a silk street in Hangzhou that had been established since the Ming Dynasty, and she was determined to go there and have a good stroll around, and bring back some exquisite silks as gifts!
“If you don’t have time to go shopping in Hangzhou, I’ll have someone send you some samples so you can choose carefully.” Yin looked at Qingyan’s aggrieved expression but didn’t soften his heart.
They've lived together for so long, and the little guy knows his weaknesses. To get what he wants, he's given him those pitiful little eyes quite often.
He had actually fallen for it a few times before, going against his original intentions and letting the little girl get her way. Now, Yin was becoming more and more satisfied with his way of handling things.
"Fourth Brother, I just want to go by myself!" Qingyan pouted, looking aggrieved. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
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