Su Peisheng agreed and went out.
Hongchang's eyes lit up, and he grinned.
In less than fifteen minutes, Tong Hui, holding Tong Xuan's hand, entered the study accompanied by her wet nurse and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Fourth Uncle."
After bowing, Tongxuan, dressed like a little pink dumpling, immediately let go of Tonghui's little hand and ran happily into Prince Yong's arms, tilting her head up and blinking her bright eyes: "Fourth Uncle, I want a hug!"
Prince Yong was charmed by Tongxuan's adorable appearance. He put down Hongchang, picked up Tongxuan, pinched her red cheeks from the cold, and laughed: "She really is a delicate one."
Someone brought over a hand warmer and placed it in her hand. Tongxuan smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared from her mouth.
Prince Yong looked up at Tong Hui, who was standing there properly, and smiled gently: "Tong Hui, come here."
Unlike Tongxuan, Tonghui didn't dare to let her fourth uncle hold her, but she couldn't help but feel envious whenever she saw her little sister being held and teased by her fourth uncle.
Seeing his fourth uncle beckoning to him, his eyes lit up, but he dared not break the rules and slowly walked over.
Prince Yong looked carefully at Tong Hui's face, then at Tong Xuan's face, and his expression became serious.
His appearance terrified Tongxuan and Tonghui. One bit her finger and stared at her fourth uncle curiously, not daring to speak, while the other twisted her hands tightly together and lowered her head further and further.
Prince Yong withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, patted Tong Hui's head, and Tong Hui looked up to see that her fourth uncle had regained his gentle expression, and then she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hongchang, come here." Prince Yong called Hongchang over, made him stand with Tonghui, carefully examined him for a quarter of an hour, and then silently put Tongxuan down.
Seeing the curious yet bewildered and timid looks on their faces, Prince Yong instructed the wet nurse, "Take them back."
The wet nurse agreed and left with the three children.
Prince Yong, with a sullen face, took a sip of tea and unknowingly sat until 1-3 PM before getting up and going to Qiao's place in the backyard.
After the New Year, preparations for the imperial concubine selection began. Young women from all over the country rushed to the capital to await selection before the New Year. When the time came, they entered the palace one by one in a snail-shell carriage under the supervision of the Ministry of Revenue.
This selection process lasted for a month, ending at the end of February. Some of the selected women entered the harem, while others who failed the second round of selections waited to be betrothed to princes or close relatives of the imperial family.
Before the imperial edict was issued, many people hoped that the emperor would grant them a good marriage, while others were not interested in it and did not care about having one more or one less woman.
Of course, some people are very enthusiastic about this, such as the Fourteenth Prince.
Recently, the Fourteenth Prince has been beaming with joy, as if good things are about to happen. He always has a smile on his face whenever he enters or leaves the Prince Lian's residence, and he is always friendly to the maids and servants, winning the hearts of many beauties.
In front of Prince Lian and the Tenth Prince, the Ninth Prince laughed at him, saying, "Is he having a stroke of good luck with women?"
This statement is not unfounded. After all, the most exciting thing recently is the talent show. Besides the talent show, there is nothing else that can make people so happy, right?
He was deposed even though he wasn't the crown prince.
The last time I saw the Fourteenth Prince like this was many years ago, because of that incident with Zhao Jiayanyue.
After so long, seeing him like this again, it's no wonder the Ninth Prince teased him so much.
The Ninth Prince also took in a princess this year, so there was nothing surprising about it.
The Fourteenth Prince did not refute, but smiled and glanced at the Ninth Prince: "It's really not easy to hide from the Ninth Prince's sharp eyes. However, the Ninth Prince is right, my younger brother is indeed getting good news soon."
Even ordinary young ladies entering the palace wouldn't be this smug and joyful. The Ninth Prince, however, became interested and sat up straight: "Oh? What kind of celestial beauty has stirred the Fourteenth Prince's heart?"
After all, apart from Zhao Jiayanyue, no other woman had ever made him so attentive. He had thought she still had feelings for that other person, but in the blink of an eye, she had taken a liking to someone else, someone even prettier than Zhao Jiayanyue.
The Ninth Prince has always been powerless against beautiful women. Although the Fourteenth Prince had his eye on her first, it didn't stop him from admiring her as well.
“When the time comes, Ninth Brother will know. But I’m not just attracted to her beauty. She is beautiful, but not quite a celestial being. The important thing is that the person behind her is not simple. This person is a very important help to Eighth Brother. But I think Eighth Brother is devoted to Eighth Sister-in-law and has no interest in taking other women, so I won’t be polite.” Fourteenth Prince was still speaking in riddles and teasing Prince Lian.
When Prince Lian's name was called, he shook his head, smiled, and remained silent.
Hearing this, the Ninth Prince became even more curious and was quite unhappy about the Fourteenth Prince's concealment: "You even kept it from your Ninth Brother, that's not fair of you!"
But he didn't ask any more questions.
We'll find out when the time comes.
How long can they keep it a secret?
Seeing his tenth brother looking somewhat absent-minded, the ninth prince raised his hand and flicked him on the head: "What are you thinking about? Your soul has flown away!"
The Tenth Prince suddenly snapped out of his daze, touched the spot where he had been hit, and looked at the Ninth Prince with an innocent and bewildered expression: "Ninth Brother, why did you hit me?"
Seeing his expression, the Ninth Prince got angry and gritted his teeth: "Hmph! If I don't hit you, your soul will fly off to where it shouldn't be!"
The Tenth Prince lowered his head sullenly, thinking to himself, "What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of place shouldn't we go?"
The Ninth Prince earnestly advised, "Tenth Prince, look at Fourteenth Brother. That's how a person should be. Look ahead! What kind of beauties aren't there in the world? Why are you so hung up on that one woman? Don't embarrass us brothers! Your Guo Luoluo woman is quite likable, isn't she? You dote on her quite a bit, don't you? Why can't you forget her?"
“I didn’t even think about it, I’ve already forgotten about it!” the Tenth Prince retorted defiantly.
"I can't see through you? Don't deceive yourself!" The Ninth Prince mocked without hesitation.
The Tenth Prince's face stiffened, and he remained silent.
The Fourteenth Prince remained silent; how could a long-standing heartache be so easily resolved with just a few words of advice?
Everything was fine before you met him. Once you do, unless someone else takes your heart, you can only continue to deceive yourself.
After Hongtun's hundredth day, it was mid-February of the fiftieth year of Kangxi's reign. His father and mother set off back to Beijing to arrange Guanzhu's marriage.
I heard there's a talent show being held in the capital; it'll probably be over by the time I get back.
Heyue and Shisan personally saw off their father and mother. Although it was only a short separation, Heyue was still reluctant to part.
After her parents returned to Beijing, Heyue's life remained peaceful, and she spent her days playing with Hongtun.
A few days later, Thirteen received a letter from Prince Yong.
At that moment, Heyue was watching Hongtun lying on the bed and guiding him to crawl toward her.
Thirteen opened the letter and read it; his expression gradually became serious.
Heyue's hand was held by Hongtun. Seeing Hongtun giggling and looking very happy, Heyue was also in a good mood and let him hold her hand and play with it.
Noticing that Thirteen's expression wasn't good, Heyue asked curiously, "What happened?"
Thirteen received a good message, walked over and hugged Heyue from behind. He watched as Hongtun, oblivious, played with Heyue's fingers. He reached out and patted Hongtun's head, then sighed, "The Wusu clan is gone."
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