Honghui is a source of eternal pain for the Fourth Prince's wife.
Seeing Hongchang and Tongxuan take the place that Honghui once held, it's impossible not to feel bitter.
If I were to have another son, I would cherish him just as I do Honghui. What would Hongchang and the others have to do with it?
Ultimately, it's my own stomach that's letting me down.
Every time I see Hongchang and Tongxuan so lively and clever, I feel resentful.
Why are other people's children all doing well, but her child is destined to die young?
What did Honghui do wrong? What did she do wrong?
Seeing the Fourth Prince's wife so heartbroken, Granny Sun suggested, "If the Prince's wife really wants a child, why not let Qiao give birth to one and then take the child back? After all, the Third Prince was raised by Consort Li for a period of time. This time, if the Prince's wife raises him personally, he will definitely be smarter than the Third Prince."
Fourth Princess Consort frowned, dissatisfied: "This Qiao is useless. She's been in the manor for so long without a single word from her, and she doesn't even receive a tenth of Li's favor. How can we expect her to have a child?"
In fact, the Fourth Prince's wife had a selfish motive. She was still young and had time to have children, so how could she be willing to let someone else have children for the prince?
Fortunately, Mrs. Qiao didn't have any children, which made her feel a little more at ease.
But this Qiao family is useless; she still can't hold onto the master's heart, all the effort he's put into her has been in vain.
Granny Sun thought to herself, "This Qiao was so ruthless when she climbed into the bedchamber, how come she couldn't compete with Consort Li?"
Sigh, it's all about fate.
Prince Yong returned to his study from the backyard. As he reached the door, he suddenly heard a crisp sound from inside. His sharp gaze immediately fell upon Su Peisheng.
Su Peisheng quickly lowered his head and replied cautiously, "Master, it's the eldest prince from the Thirteenth Prince's residence inside. He said he came to see you, so I let him go inside and wait."
Prince Yong said nothing more, pushed open the door, and went inside.
What came into view was Hongchang's small body slumped on the ground, his eyes filled with tears. A blue and white plum vase with intertwined branches was smashed to pieces on the ground, and a chair was also overturned to the side. However, Hongchang was clutching a painting in his hand.
Seeing Prince Yong's tall figure standing against the light at the door, his cold eyes looking over, Hongchang's small body trembled, and he lowered his eyes guiltily.
Prince Yong walked slowly over, squatted down next to Hongchang, glanced at the shattered porcelain on the ground, and then looked at his evasive gaze: "What happened?"
Hongchang timidly raised his eyes to look at him. Seeing that he could not tell whether the man was happy or angry, he was still a little scared. He said softly, "Fourth Uncle, Hongchang was wrong."
As she finished speaking, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall but not quite, making her look incredibly pitiful.
Prince Yong sighed inwardly, reached out and patted the boy's head, picked him up, sat him in a chair, placed him on his lap, and, seeing the scroll clutched tightly in the boy's small hands, casually asked, "What's wrong? Why did you touch these things without permission? Where are your servants?"
Hongchang clutched the scroll tightly to his chest, as if afraid the other party would take it away, and replied with a sob in his voice, "Hongchang wants to see Mother. This is Mother. Fourth Uncle, Hongchang was wrong. Please don't take Mother away. Hongchang begs you."
Prince Yong was taken aback. He looked at the boy's tear-streaked face and then at the scroll he was holding. He frowned and asked, "Your mother?"
Hongchang nodded heavily, his eyes red and his voice choked with emotion: "Hongchang saw it. This is Mother. It was given by Father to Fourth Uncle."
After a moment of silence, Prince Yong reached out his hand.
Hongchang shook his head, his chubby little face scrunched up, refusing to let go no matter what.
Yongzheng stared at him with indifferent eyes.
Hongchang pouted, wanting to cry, but held back, and reluctantly handed the scroll to Prince Yong.
Prince Yong took the scroll, glanced at Hongchang indifferently, and slowly unrolled it.
Hongchang forgot to cry, opened his eyes wide and looked at this scene, trying hard to look into the painting. Suddenly his brows furrowed and his eyes looked blank.
Prince Yong patted his head and continued, "Who is this?"
Hongchang looked up at Prince Yong, then at the person in the painting, his little face contorted with worry, and he looked like he was about to cry: "Mother..."
"Is she your mother?" Prince Yong asked with a smile in his eyes, looking at his aggrieved, sad, and confused little face.
"Waaah..." Hongchang suddenly burst into tears, burying his face in Prince Yong's arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "I want my mother... I want my mother... Mother doesn't want Da Bao anymore..."
Upon hearing the name Da Bao, Prince Yong's brow furrowed subconsciously, but then relaxed. Looking at Hong Chang's heartbroken expression, he reached out and gently patted his back: "A real man shouldn't cry so easily."
His voice was cold and reprimanding, but Hongchang continued to cry bitterly, his little body trembling, his little hands tightly gripping Prince Yong's clothes, his chest covered in snot and tears.
Prince Yong frowned again, reached out and smacked the boy's bottom, and gently scolded, "Stop crying!"
He didn't use much force, but men are naturally strong. Hongchang was hit, and his tears flowed even more fiercely. However, he kept his mouth shut and dared not cry anymore.
Prince Yong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put the painting away when his gaze suddenly fell on the woman in the painting, and he stopped in his tracks.
The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl had bright eyes and white teeth, a radiant smile, and a youthful innocence in her features. She was delicate and charming, and Prince Yong's heart stirred strangely.
After glancing at the woman in the painting a few times, Prince Yong withdrew his gaze, rolled up the painting again, and put it back into the large blue-and-white porcelain urn.
After placing Hongchang on a chair, Prince Yong looked at him and asked calmly, "Want to see your mother?"
Hongchang nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes filled with longing.
Prince Yong smiled faintly, laid out Xuan paper on his desk, took out a wolf-hair brush, and began to paint.
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