Changning genuinely didn't know how to answer, so she could only vaguely reply, "You can ask the imperial physician to prescribe some medicinal cuisine to regulate your body."
Guarjia curled her lip: "I've tried it, but it doesn't work. It only makes me fatter!"
Changning glanced at her and had to admit that this Guarjia woman did have a rather plump and graceful appearance, but she didn't look greasy at all; instead, she possessed a certain charm. So she sincerely complimented her, "You are still quite beautiful."
Guarjia was immediately flattered, and chuckled as she touched her face: "I know that, I've been pretty since I was little. But, you know, who doesn't like a slender waist?"
Changning didn't answer her. Aesthetic sense is a matter of personal opinion, but she thought all the concubines were quite beautiful.
After all, one should marry a virtuous wife and a beautiful concubine.
Changning felt that there was a reason why these emperors were born good-looking. After all, the concubines were really beautiful. With improved genes, the emperors grew more and more beautiful with each generation.
Of course, some emperors' ugly genes were so stubborn that they had to be excluded.
After talking for a while, Changning ignored her and turned to look at another table, wondering how the children were doing.
She was the center of attention at the table. Everyone followed her gaze and looked at the row of children, feeling a little envious.
Being able to give birth is not a skill; raising a child to adulthood is a real skill.
There are quite a few children dying young in the Emperor's backyard now.
The children born to this pure consort were all healthy and intelligent, and none of them were known to have any headaches or fevers.
I'm tired of saying the word "envy".
The wives at the other table inevitably saw her, which made them feel even more bitter.
Of the wives at the table, only a minority had their own biological children.
The Crown Princess was very envious; she had a princess but no son. As the Crown Princess, she understood the importance of a legitimate son, since her husband had been made Crown Prince precisely because of his legitimate son.
But……
But she had a vague feeling that her father, the Emperor, didn't want her to give birth to a prince.
The Crown Princess breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't matter; whether she had a son or not, she was still the Crown Princess.
Halfway through the New Year's banquet, Emperor Kangxi left for a while. By then, the atmosphere was already quite lively, and the children were already playing.
Changning also chatted with Wanhe in a casual manner.
Not long after, a commotion suddenly broke out in the corner, with children shouting.
Changning became wary and quickly looked over, only to find that it was at the children's table, and it seemed like a fight had broken out. A sense of panic washed over her, and with Chuixue's help, she prepared to go over.
Wanhe was worried about the child and Changning, so she also helped them up.
But the crowd had already formed a circle, making it impossible to get through. Chuixue was worried that Changning's stomach would be aggravated by the impact, so she held onto her hand tightly and refused to let go.
At this moment, the Fujin (principal wife) also came over and hurriedly advised, "Don't be in such a hurry. The master and the others are here, as are the ladies. It's not our turn yet. You're carrying a heavy load, so please don't be bumped. You should sit down quickly."
Changning was worried about her child; her palms were sweating, and her heart was pounding.
Before long, Consort De and Consort Gui rushed out to take charge, making sure everyone understood the situation and bringing the surrounding people under control.
After the crowd dispersed, Changning's heart finally died; it really was her son.
However, it was not Fei Yang'a who was wailing, but Hong Qing who was crying bitterly.
Changning breathed a sigh of relief; at least he hadn't been beaten.
The rest is no problem.
She suddenly stopped rushing and slowly sat down, thinking that it must be that brat Hongqing who caused trouble again. It would be good to let Fei Yang teach him a lesson.
However, the others were quite surprised. Hong Qing's face was bruised and swollen, and it looked like he had been beaten quite badly!
Hongzhao was five or six years younger than him!
Changning said, "So what? Their son Hongzhao is born with superhuman strength. He broke countless toys when he was a kid by sitting on them."
Ever since he started learning martial arts from Bodell, his brute strength has become increasingly formidable.
While comforting Hongqing, the Imperial Concubine sent someone to invite Emperor Kangxi back to oversee the situation.
This broke Consort Rong's heart. Hongqing was her darling, the apple of her eye. To be beaten up like this, especially at the New Year's banquet, was an utter disgrace.
With a face full of resentment, she spoke directly to Consort De: "Consort De, how exactly do you raise your children? How can they lay a hand on their own brother? Even in children's play, this is too much."
Consort De also put her arm around Fei Yang'a, patting his back to reassure him, and replied with a smile, "Consort Rong, don't worry. We don't know the truth yet. Why don't you treat Hong Qing's wounds first?"
Consort Rong was about to speak when Emperor Kangxi strode in.
He also found it quite unusual. Boys having a disagreement and fighting was nothing to him, but he had rarely seen such a bold grandson.
They actually dared to make a move at the palace's annual banquet.
When asked whose children they were, they said it was Hongqing from the third son's family and Hongzhao from the fourth son's family.
Emperor Kangxi had heard of the arrogant and domineering Hongqing. Years ago, the third prince shaved his head on the hundredth day after Consort Min's death and was beaten by the thirteenth prince, who blamed the unfortunate son for it. It turned out he was quite the troublemaker.
The only difference is that last time it was his father who got beaten up, but this time it's his turn to get beaten up.
However, he didn't have much of an impression of Hongzhao from the fourth prince's family. He only remembered that Hongyan was an extremely intelligent and quick-witted person, just like the crown prince when he was young.
But how could the fourth son, with his cold and aloof nature, have such a hot-tempered son?
That's quite rare.
When he returned to the main hall, the first thing he saw was Hong Qing's nosebleed, and he felt a little sorry for her: "Liang Jiugong, hurry up and take care of Hong Qing."
Then he turned to look at Fei Yang'a.
Good lad, you're really strong, like a bull on the grasslands, you look so energetic. At such a young age, to be able to take down a child five or six years older than you in one go, you really have the demeanor of the Qing Dynasty royal family.
Emperor Kangxi inwardly praised him, but outwardly remained expressionless.
"Hongzhao, tell me what happened? Why did you start hitting someone?"
Fei Yang'a recognized Kangxi; he knew he was the emperor, the ruler of the land, and his own grandfather. Therefore, he wasn't afraid and loudly replied, "Your Majesty, it was Hongqing who mocked me first!"
Kangxi raised an eyebrow: "What, just because he mocked you, you're ready to take action?"
Fei Yanga was still somewhat unwilling. He hadn't hit her hard enough. This Hong Qing was just a paper tiger. She talked a big game, but he knocked her down with one punch and she couldn't even last a round.
That's really despicable.
What did Mother say again?
You're a piece of trash, you can't afford to play this game, you're not strong enough.
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