When sadness meets disruption
The birth of a son by the first wife was a great joy for Yinzhi's family.
Although this child came a little late, not only had the Crown Prince's son been born, but even the unmarried Fifth Prince's eldest son had passed his 100th day. But this was a legitimate son, and a precious child that Yinzhi and Irgen Jueluo had gone through countless hardships to give birth to, which made Concubine Hui and others very happy.
Yinreng was naturally unhappy. First, he had to get up in the early hours of the morning just for this nephew, and he was already in a bad mood. To maintain decorum, he had to rush over to take care of her. He would have taken care of her, if it was a niece, he would have felt it was worth it, but unfortunately it was a nephew. The shadow on Yinreng's sleep-deprived face deepened. As a crown prince who was not yet disabled, he naturally understood what a legitimate son meant to the eldest prince, who had clearly made it clear that he was competing with him for the throne.
So after he dragged Shujia back to Yuqing Palace, his face was still gloomy. After returning, he had to write a letter to report this great event to Kangxi. Then he washed up with his wife.
Shujia was exhausted. While washing and changing, she glanced in the mirror and saw her pale face. She sighed inwardly. She couldn't be happy either. Ever since she didn't know she would marry Yinreng, she had known that the eldest prince and the crown prince didn't get along. Now that the eldest prince had a legitimate son, how could she be happy?
The damp, hot towel wiped away some of the fatigue. As soon as they sat down at the table, Shujia asked her son, "How is our Third Prince doing today?" She was still not used to calling her son by his name, even though it was given by the emperor. "Isn't it time for him to feed now?"
Lu Ru came in from outside, a look of surprise on her face. "Master, you're back," she knelt down and bowed deeply, recounting the little fat boy's great achievements of the day. "Our prince seemed unhappy today, and he came looking for you. He cried twice in the first half of the afternoon, but the maids comforted him. Then he saw that the servants looked familiar, and finally he smiled. But he still didn't eat much... He was tired from crying at noon and slept for a long time. He woke up in the second half of the afternoon, but he didn't look very energetic."
It would have been fine if she hadn't said anything. But after she said that, Shujia's original desire to eat some snacks was gone: "Hurry and bring it over."
Yinreng, standing beside him, also felt distressed: "Hurry up and bring the child here," and then muttered softly, "You sacrificed your own son for someone else's child. You've suffered a great loss today."
Shujia glanced at him sideways, feeling that the second half of the sentence was the main point he wanted to express.
The little fat boy was brought over, looking aggrieved. His little mouth was pouting, and he blinked his eyes as he looked from his father to his mother. Then he raised his arms and stretched them over, babbling. He was finally seeing his family. Shujia felt so distressed. The little fat boy had never been away from her mother for such a long time since he was born. When she saw the little fat boy's expression, her heart softened immediately.
Not caring about eating herself, she picked up the little fat boy, buried her head beside the little fat boy's fat neck, and sniffed hard: "My son, you miss me so much." The milky scent on the child's body smells so good!
The little fat boy was so happy to see his mother. He waved his arms vigorously. Shujia thought his posture seemed to want to hug her back. Her son was so sweet!
Eh? He is... Hey, hey, little rascal, where are those two fat pig's trotters of yours going? ! ! -
Depend on!
It turns out that the little fat boy was really close to his mother. It was also true that he was hungry.
Shujia had been so moved, but she was instantly in a state of confusion, even a little embarrassed. "This brat! I really want to skip the breastfeeding and treat him to stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots instead!" Hey, you, who taught you to fiddle around in a woman's arms? Who raised this little rascal?
The corners of her mouth were twitching, but she still had to hold the little fat baby and hide in the inner room to feed him.
The child's idiot father was still following behind, his arms stretched out, wanting to hug his wife and son together and comfort his wounded heart. But...
"What's going on?" The child's father was also embarrassed. He was touched and wanted to huddle together to warm each other, but the mother and daughter were warming each other and ignored him.
"He's hungry..." The calm answer showed that the child's mother really wanted to beat the brat up.
The couple stared at each other, blinking several times. The fat boy gave up and tried to stretch his arms and legs in Shujia's arms. He pushed harder, harder, and harder. He crawled, crawled, blocking his parents' affectionate gaze and trying to grab their attention. He even tried to grab at their clothes. "Mom, I'm hungry..."
Yinreng's face instantly twisted. He stammered, "Oh, oh, go ahead, go ahead." Damn it! He was still trying to be sentimental, to be artistic, to use the warmth of family to dispel the daytime depression. Now that the daytime dissatisfaction and depression had also disappeared, who would tell him how to end the embarrassment caused by this brat?
He touched his nose and thought it was not a good idea to eat first. Someone must have seen him. He went in to see his son and hide his shame.
The little fat boy finally ate his fill and burped a little. Shujia patted his back carefully to prevent him from choking. And then... she discovered that heredity is a subtle thing. Just like Qingde taught his sister how to write her name, and Shi Wenbing taught his daughter to recognize similar characters. The difference between Yinreng and Hongdan in their degree of hooliganism is simply that one openly picks things up, while the other makes a scene with his eyes.
Shujia handed the little gangster to the big gangster and buttoned her clothes with a red face: "You've been tired all day and haven't eaten properly. Let's have something to eat. You still have to get up early to discuss politics tomorrow."
Yinreng took advantage of the situation and put the previous embarrassment behind him. He took the stubble on his chin and poked the fat boy's face, making him giggle.
On this day, the content of the little fat boy's diary was particularly hilarious. Yinreng was extremely upset and held the pen in his hand: "Really, you have to write it like this? Why don't you write your own diary? This is for your son to continue..."
"Just write, just write! The little fat boy was not well behaved today. He was very aggrieved at first, but then he went to his mother's arms to grab food!"
Yinreng thought, it's not about robbing, it's about finding...
The gurgling and drooling sounds definitely did not come from the fat boy who had fallen asleep, but from his father.
Well, it’s night time, time to get settled.
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Yinreng was unhappy, but, hoping to use the birth of his eldest wife's child to demonstrate his brotherly love, he was very proactive in reporting the news, making careful arrangements. He even sent an express message, traveling 600 miles, just as the birth had taken place. Since Kangxi hadn't traveled far, the letter arrived at dawn the next morning. Meanwhile, the Crown Prince had just met with the Grand Secretaries to discuss matters. The Crown Princess had just arrived at Ningshou Palace, where she chatted with the Empress Dowager and agreed to visit the eldest wife sometime.
Kangxi was also overjoyed when he saw Yinreng's letter. You must know that before this, Yinzhi hadn't just been without a legitimate son; he had no son at all! OK, his eldest son had a successor, Kangxi breathed a sigh of relief. Upon closer inspection, he noticed Yinreng's handwriting was a bit sloppy, suggesting he had written it in a hurry. He assumed the prince was being considerate, sharing the good news with everyone as soon as possible, as he was concerned about the eldest prince's needs.
This is what it looks like!
Deep brotherly love and friendly relations.
Kangxi summoned Yinzhi and handed him Yinreng's letter. This was probably the first letter Yinreng had written since he was born, and the one he was most happy to receive. Yinzhi's eyes were filled with ecstasy, but Kangxi dampened his joy: "The Crown Prince has asked the Imperial Household Department to prepare all the arrangements for the full moon..." He continued to ramble on about Yinreng's goodness.
Kangxi had good intentions here. Which father would not want his sons to quarrel with each other?
Yinzhi groaned with a slight toothache: "The prince is always thoughtful."
"Well, go ahead," Kangxi suppressed the thought of asking Yinzhi to rush back to the capital to see his son. It was too cold, and he had to sleep in the open air all the way. Should he let him come back after the visit or not? "He will definitely return to the capital before the New Year, and he can still catch the Hundred Days Banquet in the first month of the year."
Yinzhi excused himself. He was truly delighted. He circled the camp several times, then jumped on his horse and galloped a bit further, looking up to the sky and laughing three times. "Finally, I have a son!" He was filled with energy.
He ran back, looking excited to show off to someone. Mingzhu was the first person he showed off to, and Mingzhu was also pleased to hear it. Although he was very cunning, he couldn't stand the seriousness of the incident, right? Mingzhu didn't try to persuade Yinzhi to restrain himself. It would be strange if he was not happy about having a son.
Then, the ears of the third, fourth, fifth, eighth and others were all poisoned by the boss.
Yinzhi not only visited each of his brothers' homes, but also invited them all to drink together. Kangxi was pleased to see his sons "get close" and turned a blind eye to their relationship. However, he didn't know that his other sons desperately wanted him to stop it.
In Yinzhi's tent, he sat in the main seat. Every time he looked at his brothers sitting on either side of him, he would feel a sense of elation. It was as if he was already the adored man of all people... Stop, stop thinking about it. I have to drink today, and it would be bad if I let it slip.
In short, Yinzhi was very happy.
The younger brothers below said congratulations, but their hearts were bitter as coptis chinensis.
The third brother is closer to the crown prince, so his smile is a bit odd. This closeness is relative. The crown prince and the eldest prince don't get along, so there has to be a preference, right? The third brother is unfortunately a little older, a little more sensible, and therefore a target for wooing. On balance, if he's more dismissive of the eldest brother, doesn't that make him seem closer to the crown prince? [Isn't the fourth brother the chatterbox in our family? Why is the fourth brother silent today, while the eldest brother is the chatterbox?]
As for the fourth brother, he was a rather excitable person, but he also disliked publicity (what kind of logic was that?). He also didn't appreciate his eldest brother, who wasn't quite loyal to his father. Having a nephew was, of course, a great blessing for the family, a flourishing family, wasn't it? It was just that his nephew's father was a bit annoying. So, he fell silent again.
The fifth child was already dizzy from hearing this. The eldest child was so happy that his speech doubled in speed, and his high voice became incoherent, making things difficult for the fifth child. Yinzhi kept repeating that he was happy, that he had a son, that he had a successor... After the fifty-second time, the poor fifth child finally understood through his shimmering eyes. Then, the eldest child joyfully began speaking Manchu and Mongolian. Even the fifth child, a kind man, wanted to curse, "Why don't you start by speaking Mongolian so I can understand? Why are you still reciting the sutra?"
The eighth brother still maintained his image of a respectful, gentle, and good brother, with a warm smile on his face. He was also growing impatient. Was he really going to get involved with such a jerk? Was he losing his mind? Well, I couldn't turn my back on him. Concubine Hui wasn't bad to us, mother and son. Alas...
Finally, the torture ended. Everyone ate something tasteless, and the eldest brother, drunk himself, staggered down to see everyone off. The younger brothers all said, "Don't bother with seeing us off. We can go back on our own."
We are finally free!
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She was finally free!
This was Shujia's feeling after seeing the first wife.
On the third day of the baby's birth, the standard gifts were given out, and the baby, which had not yet fully grown, was visited.
Even though he was worried about the First Lady's childbirth—not just about the event itself, but about its impact, whether it would drive the First Prince even crazier, making him determined to bring down Yinreng—he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the First Lady's radiant face.
Shujia and Irgen Jueluo had known each other for a long time. Aside from a few encounters when neither of them were married, Shujia had always seen a lingering melancholy about Irgen Jueluo since entering the palace. Now, as if the clouds had parted and the sun had broken, Irgen Jueluo's eyes were no longer gloomy, but filled with kindness and contentment. Shujia even felt that this was the image that the dignified young girl of that day should have become when she grew up.
Irgen Jueluo was content. Because she was pregnant, everyone understood and asked her not to get up. She sat leaning against the headboard, her hands folded on her lap as a gesture of greeting. The Empress Dowager, who loved the hustle and bustle of life and the presence of her children and grandchildren, remarked on Irgen Jueluo's hardships.
Concubine Hui also said, "You have worked hard."
The word "hard work" almost brought tears to Irgen Jueluo's eyes. She quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, but Concubine Hui had already sat down beside the bed and was holding her left hand. Irgen Jueluo said to Concubine Hui with a sob, "Mother, now I can finally do my best for him."
Her marriage to Yinzhi was an arranged marriage. Her father, already close to Mingzhu, naturally knew a little about the eldest prince's thoughts. A bride's thoughts are full of twists and turns, sometimes excited about marrying into the royal family, sometimes worried about her future husband's ambitions, and even more fantasizing about him.
When she met him, she found him to be a handsome young man, and she fell in love with him at first sight. As they spent time together, they felt a sense of mutual support. Yinzhi treated her very well. Before marriage, he had concubines. After marriage, she felt a certain bitterness in her heart, but she managed to hold back from showing it. Ultimately, he didn't embarrass her, unlike the crown prince, who had no wife and only two children.
After the marriage, Yinzhi always stayed with her, no matter how much he wanted to give birth to a legitimate son. Even when she gave birth to a daughter, his face showed disappointment, and he still said to her: "Let's give birth to a son next."
One daughter, two daughters, three daughters, four... and still daughters. After the Crown Prince took the illegitimate son, she was almost unable to hold on, but he still held on. For this reason alone, regardless of how much of his kindness to her was for her and how much was due to ulterior motives, she was extremely grateful.
Now, it’s finally...complete.
The expression on Irgen Jueluo's face makes the viewers sad.
The Empress Dowager couldn't help but feel worried: "Oh, it's such a happy occasion, why are you crying? Let's think carefully about the full moon banquet and make it a real feast."
Once she messed me up, all my emotions disappeared and I was left with only powerlessness.
This old lady!
Shujia blinked and realized that everyone around her, from Concubine Tong and Concubine De to the concubines of the eldest prince's family, had the same expression as her. She twitched her lips speechlessly and stepped forward to congratulate and comfort Irgen Jueluo as usual.
Irgen Jueluo also said, "Thank you for your help these days." Shujia replied, "It's my pleasure," and then stepped aside to let the others express their gratitude. Everyone exchanged a few polite words, then saw that the atmosphere of emotion had been completely destroyed by the Empress Dowager. So, starting with Concubine Tong's words, "Grandma, the child must be tired. Let her rest.", they gradually withdrew.
Shujia, filled with wonder, also returned to Yuqing Palace. Her son should no longer be hungry.
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Bonus rambling - "Yesterday's tragic accident caused by a momentary mistake - the current code party celebrated the 100th chapter of this article with a mistake"
Yesterday was a memorable day. Yesterday, I updated twice. The reason was a big mistake.
By the way, yesterday, a certain person finished coding a chapter and lost track of time, only to find out it was chapter 99. The next chapter is 100! To remember it, I decided to code out chapter 100 first and put it in the draft box to ensure updates.
Since I've been a coder for so long, I've become accustomed to hitting the "Publish Directly" button. Tragic, it just happened... I should have clicked "Save to Drafts"!
The saved draft was sent out just like that!
Tears are running down my face. God wants you to lose, and you can’t refuse to accept it! It’s really true that those who have saved manuscripts won’t let me do it for a day! I will continue to code now.
I was quite proud of myself when I was coding, and after I finished coding, I sent the TXT to Fatty to see, which was also a treat for being his younger brother. Although this Fatty never left any comments and was always lurking, he even said that it was not good to vote for relatives and friends.
As a result, everyone knows
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