Khoja hoped that Little Treasure could be like the Clam Princess. In fact, marrying into the grasslands would allow her to participate in politics and break free from the constraints and ties imposed on women by large families, which would be a good thing.
Little Zhenbao hasn't developed her temperament yet.
However, He Zhuo has already begun to cultivate her, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
The Fourth Princess was born to Lady Guoluo. In fact, I am her aunt. Her mother, Consort Guo, and her adoptive mother, Consort Yi, were both He Zhuo's direct cousins, so they were naturally closer than others. Therefore, it was most appropriate for He Zhuo to entrust her with looking after Little Zhenbao.
Fourth Aunt
Little Treasure came over and took the Fourth Princess's hand. They had played together twice before, so they weren't strangers.
In fact, Xiao Zhenbao had the most contact with the Fifth Princess, who was born to the Empress Dowager. However, the Fifth Princess was quiet by nature and had lost some of her affection to Xiao Zhenbao, her great-granddaughter. She was impatient with this and, in addition, there was a significant age difference between them, so the two remained distant.
The two didn't get along as well as the Fourth Princess, whom they rarely saw, perhaps because of their blood relation. Little Treasure and the Fourth Princess are both aunt and niece (according to the male side) and cousins (according to the female side), and their parents are related by blood.
After exchanging pleasantries, the gifts from the Empress Dowager and Emperor Kangxi were all received, and the baby's first birthday celebration began.
It was winter, and Prince Ping'an was dressed in a round, chubby outfit, wearing a bright red robe and a gold lock with red gold and rubies that his father, the Emperor, had given him when he was a month old. He swayed as he walked, looking like a big red duck.
It's so funny it makes you want to laugh.
“Come, Hongyu, come to your father.”
Hongyu was the name Emperor Kangxi had just given his grandson, and Yinzhi was the first to speak.
Hongyu is not yet familiar with his own name, but he is very familiar with the words "Ama" and knows that it is his mother calling him.
She took two happy, unsteady steps and fell into Yinzhi's arms like a joyful little duck.
"Look, so many good things, choose one you like," Yinzhi continued to guide them.
Hongyu followed his father's hand and responded with "Oh, oh." Boys tend to start talking later; he can't speak yet, but he walks quite steadily.
Both he and Xiao Zhenbao were nourished by He Zhuo's spiritual liquid while in his womb, making them stronger and more intelligent than ordinary newborns. He Zhuo didn't want them to be too monstrous, knowing that extremes lead to their opposites. Neither child had spiritual roots, so they couldn't use spiritual medicines. Even spiritual honey, which mortals could consume, was now forbidden for them; their young bodies couldn't handle it.
The spiritual liquid in He Zhuo's womb nourished them, and since He Zhuo was a cultivator himself, they rarely got sick after birth and had excellent aptitude for martial arts. However, they could no longer use spiritual medicine after birth, and He Zhuo had no intention of creating child prodigies, as child prodigies in the common world rarely achieve anything.
In this cold and indifferent palace, being precocious is a path to ruin for them.
At this point, He Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Everyone knew that the baby's first birthday celebration was all about symbolism; if the baby picked a good one, it was fine, but if it didn't, it would become an excuse for others to criticize you.
Children love shiny things. He Zhuo had trained the young prince a few times in private, and the prince managed to grab a jade pendant and a small bow without any problems.
Hongyu looked at the things on the plate, then looked back at his father, thinking that it was the same as before, and that he was playing games with him again. He grabbed a small bow.
This little bow was a gift from Consort Hui. It was inlaid with several gemstones, which attracted the child's attention. When practicing before, He Zhuo noticed that Hong Yu particularly liked this bow.
When he saw him grab the bow, Yinzhi's eyebrows shot up, clearly showing how happy he was.
Everyone congratulated him, saying, "Prince Hongyu will inherit his father's legacy and become the future Baturu of the Qing Dynasty."
“Prince Hongyu will surely become a master archer in the future.”
"Prince Hongyu possesses the talent of a great general."...
Everyone showered him with compliments, and He Zhuo listened with a beaming smile. Yin Zhi even lifted the child high, saying, "He truly is my son." Both adults and children were very happy.
Turning around, she saw the envious look in the Crown Prince's eyes.
Yinzhi felt even more smug. What's the big deal? Even my son is better than you.
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