Since his last visit to Changchun Garden, Duofu had completely given up his curiosity, since he was certain that the crown prince was not the original.
I don't know if he was reborn or transmigrated, but judging from what he did and that madman, it's more likely he was reborn.
What kind of good person would choose to travel through time and fall for their own father? Of course, the throne would be much more appealing.
Any normal person, without even thinking, would choose the throne, believing it to be ordained by Heaven and destined for eternal prosperity.
Duofu himself is a lazy bum who occasionally dreams of being an emperor, but he would definitely be a tyrant who only thinks about eating, drinking and having fun. Asking him to work hard and endure hardship is out of the question.
This Crown Prince Yinreng seems to have gone mad; he doesn't love the country but loves handsome men.
When Duofu thought of Kangxi's face, he didn't think he was particularly handsome. However, his noble air was something that ordinary people didn't have, especially the domineering aura that he had developed over more than ten years on the throne. Now, he was the only one in the whole world with such a unique beauty.
Duofu lazily wagged its little tail, its two airplane ears stood up, and it squinted its eyes, looking dazed and confused, as if it were thinking about something wonderful.
The paws pushed the little golden ball intermittently, and the ball shimmered strangely in the sunlight shining through the window, especially the lifelike little puppies on its surface, each one a different kind of adorable creature.
His owner has been so busy lately that he hasn't had time to play with him. Whenever Duofu thinks about how much longer he has to live like this, his fur is filled with dejection.
Why is it that now that he's been emperor for so long, he's become even busier? Before, at least we could take him out for a stroll every now and then.
Now it's great, let alone just taking a stroll, just having a meal with him every day is a huge treat.
Most importantly, every time he wakes up, it's already broad daylight outside, so they can only have dinner together. He's probably still asleep during breakfast and lunch.
As for his pet owner, when he's busy, he might grab a few bites during his spare time at work, or he might just eat one meal a day like him.
This is such a miserable existence, even a dog wouldn't want to live like this.
Although he eats only one meal a day, he lies flat like a salted fish, and the whole day passes by lazily in sleep. He doesn't move much, so he doesn't expend much energy.
In particular, his brain doesn't move much all day, and it feels a bit rusty lately. He feels he doesn't have as much control over his limbs as he used to.
His four paws were starting to become a little unruly.
Since his human is not around, he prefers to appear as a puppy. Although everyone in his harem knows that his human is keeping a male lover, they still don't know that the male lover he keeps is actually his puppy.
If he were to walk out as a human, even though the gazes of those outside were so blurry, Duofu still felt extremely uncomfortable all over. So much so that later, unless absolutely necessary, he preferred to walk on all fours, at least when he was upside down, no one would look at him.
It's unclear whether this news reached Kangxi's ears. Logically speaking, even if Kangxi were a tiger with its limbs severed, he would have no control over the palace and its inner quarters. Furthermore, the source of the information had been completely cut off by his good crown prince.
Let alone trying to find out what's going on outside, it's not easy for him to even see his other sons.
The younger ones are fine, but according to their owner, their second brother, the "Crown Prince," suddenly had a change of heart and even let their father, the Emperor, meet the younger ones.
However, what Duofu later learned was that Kangxi had met with several of the younger princes. After meeting them once, he seemed to stay in the courtyard for three days. Moreover, the prince was in a very good mood during those days, and the servants around him were much more relaxed.
Duofu thought to himself, "Could it be that Kangxi has come to his senses?"
He wanted to elope with his good son, but after imagining himself in that situation, Duofu quickly shook his head in fright. If he were Emperor Kangxi, he would surely devour his good son's flesh and blood.
Duofu can't stand seeing the Crown Prince so carefree. His human is running around like crazy, while the Crown Prince is living a comfortable life in Changchun Garden, with Emperor Kangxi flattering him. Just thinking about it makes him feel uneasy.
If being an emperor is so hard and tiring, how can the ministers below live so comfortably?
They should all learn from his parents' time and go through life and death together. If he can't see his pet owner, then the prince should never see Emperor Kangxi.
Hmph.
Duofu became increasingly uneasy. He rolled around a few times on the soft couch, then pushed the little golden ball with his paw, sending it rolling down towards the door.
With a bang, it hit the threshold and rolled back a short distance.
Duofu looked away after a while. He felt uncomfortable all over his body and wanted to go outside for a walk. He wanted to go out and play. He had had enough of staying at home.
He felt like he was going to lose his fur if he stayed in the palace any longer.
He was initially quite happy, eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping every day, especially since he was above everyone else. But after a while, he started to feel that it was just so-so, especially now that he was trapped in the palace. If his family didn't leave, he couldn't get out.
Why should I?
He's not the emperor, why can't he go out and play?
Duofu did consider installing a dog hole to sneak out, but all the dog holes in the Forbidden City were blocked by his owner.
Duofu was not happy about it. The cats and dogs that people keep nowadays are all the masters of the house, and they have the opportunity to go out and roam every day.
He's lucky; he even gets a chance to get some fresh air. He doesn't get any chance at all.
At first, he was quite happy living in such a large palace, but later, no matter how expensive the house became, he couldn't be happy anymore.
What's the use of being so big? Besides eunuchs and palace maids, he didn't see many handsome imperial guards. They were all ugly and didn't fit his aesthetic at all.
Duofu kept rolling his eyes on the mattress. How come he never noticed before that his human was so petty? He just had an eye for beauty.
Why can't he enjoy looking at beautiful things more often?
Duofu grew angrier the more he thought about it. Suddenly, he revealed his sharp claws and started scratching at the soft cushion. In no time, the once perfectly good cushion was a mess, with lines and cracks, making it impossible to tell what it was originally like.
Duofu jumped off the soft couch. He was about to go and protest to his owner. He wasn't some domesticated dog, so docile and obedient. He had a rebellious spirit. He had to go out and play. He had to go out and have fun.
He didn't want to be stuck here all day, in a place filled with eunuchs and palace maids, with no one to talk to.
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