Changning didn't know how other mothers would react when they received a gift made by their daughters.
But she was indeed a little teary-eyed.
Suddenly, I remembered that when I was a child, I would always draw a card for my mother on Mother's Day. I didn't have much talent for drawing, and the characters I drew were often big-headed and small-bodied, which was quite funny. But my mother collected all my cards and even bought a photo album for them.
Suddenly, I felt like my daughter had grown up and was starting to care for me. It was like the little seedling I had nurtured was now beginning to give me the same amount of love in return.
Changning looked at Yinzhen, thinking that he probably shared the same thoughts as her.
Seeing that her father and mother both liked it, Hutu smiled and thought to herself that she must make more clothes and handkerchiefs for them next time.
Nowadays, needlework still seems quite useful.
Previously, she had always been very resistant, preferring swordplay, horseback riding, and archery to playing the piano and painting.
But doing needlework for your loved ones is a very happy thing.
That evening, Yinzhen picked up the socks that Hutuli had made for him, looked at them again and again, and kept stroking them, but in the end he couldn't bear to put them on.
Changning and the other woman discussed it for a while and decided that it would be better if their daughter didn't wear the first pair of socks they made. They would have great collectible and sentimental value.
The two men simply opened the storeroom, had them find two sandalwood boxes, put it inside, and decided to preserve it carefully.
After tidying up, Yinzhen sighed, grasped Changning's hand, and said with some emotion, "These children are all extremely filial and well-behaved. Hutuli is even more thoughtful. I was always worried that she was too masculine and lacked feminine charm. But now it seems that our Hutuli is far superior to those Manchu girls."
When talking about her daughter, Changning was very proud: "Of course, our Hutu has always received the best education."
Yinzhen nodded, then thought of Yierha. He had previously discussed the child's marriage with his wife and finalized the direction for her education.
It seems to be having some effect; she's gradually reducing how often she follows the nanny's orders and is starting to have her own opinions. While she's not as imposing as Hutuli, she's still much stronger than before.
However, he also heard from Su Peisheng that Song Gege in the backyard wanted to inquire about Yierha's marriage.
This displeased Yinzhen somewhat. Now, Yierha's mother was listed as Fujin on the imperial genealogy, and had no relation to Song Shi whatsoever. This was an overstepping of her authority.
But then he thought of how he had been raised in Empress Xiaoyiren's Chengqian Palace and was forced to be unable to get close to his birth mother, Consort De, which was always a regret.
So how is his current behavior any different from that of his father, the Emperor, back then?
Yinzhen felt a chill run down his spine. He had never imagined that people at the pinnacle of power would be so inconsiderate of others' opinions.
In the past, he was in a weak position and had some dissatisfaction with the arrangements made by those in higher positions, but he dared not speak out.
Now, in a position of power, he has the same mindset as his former father, the Emperor, who only cares about balance and his own interests, and has never considered things from the child's perspective.
Perhaps. If it were Hongyan, Hongzhao, or Hutuli, he would definitely consider them.
Human hearts are inherently biased.
But once Yinzhen realized this, he could no longer pretend nothing had happened. He decided to talk to the child's birth mother about Yierha's marriage.
On holidays, Yierha and Song could also meet.
As the children grew up, they only had a vague understanding of what had happened in the mansion. He was afraid that if he didn't handle things well, it would cause any lingering resentment in the children's hearts.
Instead of blocking, it's better to guide; let the child resolve their own inner conflicts.
Yierha truly cared for Song Gege, after all, she was her birth mother. This time, while doing needlework, she really wanted to do something for her birth mother to fulfill her filial duty.
She knew that her birth mother was secretly caring for her from the shadows, and she had always known.
For example, there's always a bowl of pear soup on the table whenever the seasons change.
For example, in the cold winter, the charcoal fire inside the house would always burn brighter. To mask the bitter smell of medicine, a bouquet of fresh flowers and a sachet would be hung in the tent. The scent was faintly sweet and refreshing, just like the smell of a mother.
All of this was prepared by Song Gege.
Many of her clothes, purses, fan pendants, and other items were also designed by Song Gege.
Although her mother did not raise her personally, her love never left her.
Yierha could not express her feelings, nor could she openly approach her birth mother.
After all, the Fujin (principal wife) genuinely loved her.
Therefore, Yierha was willing to give these socks to the Fujin.
The wife was supervising Honghui's studies. Although she didn't want her son to compete for anything anymore, and that his health was the most important thing, she couldn't just watch him go astray.
To be honest, the Fujin (wife of the emperor) didn't like Hongqing either, but for some reason, Honghui (the son of the emperor) had a very good relationship with him.
This time, Hongqing got into trouble and was severely beaten by the Third Prince after returning to the mansion. He was also forced to get up early every day to practice martial arts, horse stance, and jar-lifting exercises. In just a few days, he was tortured to the point of being miserable.
Honghui always wanted to visit his good brother. His wife didn't want her son to get close to him, but she couldn't say it directly. So she used his studies as a shield, saying that he hadn't studied during the holidays and that if he went to the Imperial Study, would the teacher test him?
Honghui then sat down obediently to review his lessons.
Seeing the slight worry on his wife's face, Honghui knew that his mother did not want him to go to Hongqing.
Not only her mother, but many people didn't understand why they had such a good relationship with Hongqing.
However, Honghui knew that this was not just a matter of fate, but that the two were in such similar situations that they were like two wounded kittens huddling together for warmth.
He and Hongqing were both the eldest sons of the family, but their mothers were not close to their fathers, and sometimes they would not see their fathers for ten days or half a month.
The main courtyard was always cold and lifeless, like an ice cellar, devoid of laughter and human warmth.
Sometimes, even when he was alone in the main courtyard, he felt it was so empty and quiet that he almost couldn't breathe.
At the same time, they both have a younger brother who is not born to the same mother.
This put immense pressure on both of them.
Not only was her younger brother favored, but his biological mother was also favored. This younger brother was even smarter and more likable than her.
No one could understand Honghui's thoughts; only Hongqing could truly empathize with him.
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