However, the Eighth Prince couldn't get the answer from the question. Later, whenever the Eighth Prince brought up the topic, He Zhuo would directly change the subject or interrupt the conversation. After this happened many times, the Eighth Prince stopped asking and roughly understood the situation in his mind.
Although he harbored some resentment, he wouldn't harm his sister-in-law, considering it repayment for the kindness he received back then.
After all, what his sister-in-law did had a very bad influence. Some ignorant censor actually impeached him for not teaching his wife well, saying that his wife only recognized her maternal grandfather and couldn't bear to be with her paternal grandfather. This made him furious, but his father didn't say anything.
After that, the Eighth Prince's wife also started to associate with Lady Guoluo. In fact, they had been associating before, but each time they would only show up with the gifts but not actually leave. Now, however, she would always be there in person. No matter how much Lady Sanguanbao ridiculed and ostracized her, she would never leave early.
In Madam Sanguanbao's eyes, her son was killed by the Eighth Prince's wife and her daughter.
That's exactly what happened. Back then, Prince An was very powerful, and Emperor Kangxi held a grudge against him. Unable to do anything to Prince An, he found a fault in his son-in-law's case. Because of a mere two thousand taels of silver, he had Prince An's son-in-law, Guo Luoluo Mingshang, executed, thus successfully breaking the marriage alliance between the Guo Luoluo family and Prince An's family!
It's undeniably impressive!
The Eighth Princess Consort gritted her teeth, thinking: she would remember these humiliations and make them pay the price when she became the mistress of the harem, Lady Guoluo, the First Princess Consort.
If He Zhuo heard her say that, he would think to himself: Wake up, girl, stop dreaming!
You're not destined to be an empress!
After the full moon celebration, nothing major happened in the mansion; both concubines were busy taking care of the child.
He Zhuo gave his youngest son a piece of honeydew melon.
Now, only his youngest son is by his side; even Xiao Qi Hongtong has already gone to the study to read.
Xiao Ba Honghua is already 4 years old. He Zhuo has already tested him and found that he has the aptitude of four spiritual roots. In this continent, having spiritual roots is already lucky, so there's no need to worry about the level of spiritual root aptitude.
What is a spiritual root? It is something that is predetermined for everyone from the beginning, and it cannot be changed. Fortunately, He Zhuo was well nourished during her pregnancy, so the purity of her spiritual root is quite good.
"My lord, I heard that His Majesty was furious in court today."
Seeing that He Zhuo's attention had been drawn, Bai Xia continued speaking.
"I heard that Gansu and Shaanxi provinces have been experiencing a severe drought for over a month without rain. The local officials in Gansu not only failed to address the issue promptly but also failed to report it to the imperial court, which incited a popular uprising."
The same thing happened in Shaanxi. It sparked popular uprisings. The crops in the fields had already started to sprout ears of wheat, but due to the weather and lack of water, this year's harvest was practically nonexistent. I heard there's a lot of anti-Qing, pro-Ming sentiment going on there.
"It's already the end of August, almost September. It's such a pity." Bai Xia said with a sigh. He Zhuo knew that she had suffered poverty when she was young and knew what it was like to go hungry, so he cherished food all the more.
He Zhuo put down his silver fork, picked up a handkerchief, and wiped Xiao Ba's mouth.
He replied, "There's nothing we can do if God doesn't give us food. Didn't the imperial court allocate funds to build reservoirs and other water storage projects in various places? Logically speaking, we shouldn't have a complete crop failure."
“Who says otherwise? I heard that His Majesty is going to send troops to suppress the rebellion and also to provide disaster relief. I wonder if he will send our Prince.” Bai Xia also knew that if His Majesty sent a task to his master, it was a sign that he trusted his master.
He Zhuo had no interest in this; whether he went or not was irrelevant. He spoke indifferently:
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