Upon hearing that his father had arrived, Yinzhen, who had rushed over to pay his respects, fell silent. He stood outside the door, unsure whether to go in or back out. More importantly, he secretly glanced at his father for a moment, comparing him to the father from his previous life in his memory.
Yinzhen: …………
It seems like she's gained a tiny bit of weight.
Yinzhen recalled carefully—his father, the Khan, had always pursued health preservation and had many rules. For example, he only ate two meals a day and did not eat snacks. He also did not take tonics, did not seek immortality, and did not like luxury in his personal items. Not only in terms of food, but he also persisted in practicing martial arts until he was old.
He was skilled in horsemanship, archery, and baku (traditional Chinese martial arts).
The self-disciplined Khan Ama naturally maintained a good physique. Even after his fiftieth birthday, when he went on an autumn hunt in Khorchin, he achieved the remarkable feat of shooting a bear, a tiger, three deer, and more than twenty rabbits.
Why is the memory so vivid?
Because at the time, the first place was reserved for the Fourteenth Prince, Yinzhen, while I... not only was I ranked last among the brothers who went with me, but I was also ridiculed by that bastard afterward.
Upon thinking of this, Yinzhen's face darkened.
He shook his head, banishing the bastard's face from his mind, and then looked Khan Ama up and down.
Compared to the Khan Ama of my memory, who always had a great figure in his previous life, the current Khan Ama is... well, not so great.
For example, his angular face was chubby, and his figure was much wider, making the spacious robe look a little tight. It was fine indoors, but if he wrapped a cloak and cape around himself outdoors, he would look like a large round ball walking around...
When it comes to the chubby and adorable little Yinzhi, everyone can say that he's cute. But what about his father? Just look at his mother's serious expression and worried eyes, and you'll know how outrageous it is.
There's nothing we can do about it.
After all, under Mother's guidance, Khan Ama has been steadily progressing towards becoming a foodie. He no longer practices the health-conscious lifestyle of his previous life, but rather eats three meals a day plus two snacks, leading to weight gain in his prime. Coupled with the increased activity during the New Year and a sudden decrease in physical activity, he has become quite round.
Upon closer inspection, Yinzhen surprisingly found that his father and the chubby Ninth Prince Yintang from his previous life bore a striking resemblance, about seven or eight points.
No, it should be said that Yinzhen was quite similar to his father, the Khan, just a more exaggerated version.
Young Yinzhen was having a brainstorming session.
As for Kangxi's pride, it was also punctured countless times. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he pinched Consort Qi's little belly with his other hand: "You still dare to criticize me? How much better are you yourself?"
It's all chubby and soft.
Qi Fei's flesh is very well-proportioned, always growing in the most suitable places. As for her slightly chubby belly, it doesn't make her look fat, but rather cute. It's also very comfortable and soft to hold.
Kangxi's eyes were strange and mysterious.
Wan Anran blushed, slapped the Emperor's hand away, and scoffed, "What are you saying? I'm not fat at all—"
Under Kangxi's disdainful gaze, she reluctantly changed her tune: "Okay, I've only gained a little weight."
Kangxi: "Just a little bit?"
How come this tiny bit looks like a billion?
Wan Anran's expression was very serious.
She gestured slightly with her fingers, emphasizing earnestly, "It's just this much. I can lose weight with just a little effort."
"Then I am the same."
"..." Wan Anran remained silent, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"bet?"
"Let's make a bet, what do you want to bet on?"
Kangxi's eyes darted around, and he whispered something in Consort Qi's ear. Yinzhen strained his ears but couldn't hear what was being said; he only saw his mother's ears getting redder and redder, almost steaming.
Enraged, Wan Anran took three steps back.
She glared angrily at Kangxi: "Your Majesty! What nonsense are you spouting in broad daylight!"
"I'm not talking nonsense."
"You clearly said—you clearly said—" The words lingered on her tongue, but after a long while, Wan Anran still didn't have the courage to utter Kangxi's words.
"I was just saying that Yinzhen should have a younger brother or sister." Kangxi said confidently, without the slightest guilt, and even winked at Consort Qi.
Pooh!
That shameless behavior is truly despicable.
But he was the emperor, so he couldn't be attacked.
Wan Anran exhales and inhales, exhales and inhales.
That's all you wanted to say...
She gave a frustrated snort: "Then I'll bet that if Your Majesty loses, you won't be allowed to enter the Chuxiu Palace for three months—"
Hai Tao and the others' expressions changed.
Before Wan Anran could finish speaking, Kangxi interrupted her, shaking his head directly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
"..." A vein throbbed on Wan Anran's forehead. She tried her best to calm herself down to avoid a tragic incident where a concubine beat up the emperor.
"However—" Kangxi thought for a moment, then changed the subject: "I will try my best to lose weight, so that this matter will not come true."
And he was also a little worried.
Thinking of Crown Prince Yinreng and Yinzhi, who had just begun practicing riding and archery, how could he set an example for his sons if he did not perform well in the spring hunt?
The more Kangxi thought about it, the more he realized this made sense.
He nodded emphatically, while giving Consort Qi a meaningful look: "Don't worry, I will do my best."
Wan Anran: …………
Her anger flared, and her gaze toward Kangxi grew increasingly hostile.
As for Yinzhen standing at the door.
He silently took half a step back, feeling that as a simple, innocent, and ignorant child, he should leave, as quickly as possible.
Unfortunately, at that moment, Kangxi noticed the commotion at the door.
His gaze fell on Yinzhen, his expression calm and composed: "Oh? Yinzhen is here."
Yinzhen stopped in his tracks as he was about to slip away.
He maintained his stiff expression and obediently called out, "Father."
Wan Anran: …………
She turned around abruptly and looked at her son, who was standing in the doorway, caught between a rock and a hard place. It was as if everything went black for her.
Upon noticing the strange expressions on Zhao Mama's and the others' faces, Wan Anran's eyes filled with despair. She instantly lost all desire to beat the emperor, and instead, clinging to a last glimmer of hope, softly asked, "Yinzhen, when did you arrive? How much did you hear?"
Yinzhen subconsciously revealed a puzzled smile.
He tilted his head slightly: "Your subject didn't do anything—"
Before she could finish speaking, Wan Anran was filled with despair.
When would the usually composed and steady Prince Yinzhen ever adopt such an attitude? Look at his feigned cuteness, ignorance, and naivety in his expressions and actions!
There is only one answer to all of this.
That's right, Yinzhen was definitely there from the very beginning.
A shadow fell over Wan Anran's face.
If she could, she wished a hole would appear beneath her feet so she could crawl inside and never come out again.
Emperor Kangxi was also a little embarrassed.
Of course, he quickly stopped caring. Kangxi reached out and patted Yinzhen's head: "Yinzhen wants a younger brother or sister too, right?"
Yinzhen: ...
He would be quite happy if he had a well-behaved and adorable younger sister like his fourth sister, but if he had a younger brother like his fourteenth brother…
There's a one-in-three chance it's hell.
Yinzhen was caught in a dilemma, but ultimately returned to reason. For his mother, having another younger brother or sister would help solidify her position and perhaps also reduce her desire to adorn herself.
Thinking about this, Yinzhen felt a lump in his throat.
After having younger siblings, Mother won't...
Yinzhen's cheeks puffed out involuntarily.
He lowered his head and chose to speak in a muffled voice: "...I want it."
This little guy's reaction is strange.
Wan Anran's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively pulled the sensitive little dumpling into her arms, kissing his snow-white and soft face: "You silly little thing who's always thinking nonsense, Mother loves you the most."
“…Hmm.” For once, Yinzhen did not resist his mother’s affection; instead, he tightly gripped the hem of her robe with his little hands.
Wan Anran has kind and gentle eyes.
She hugged the soft little bun to her chest and gently rubbed her cheek against it.
Emperor Kangxi, who was standing nearby, was a little displeased.
He put on a stern face, unusually serious: "How old are you? Still so good at acting cute? I think you should be moved to the Prince's residence—"
Wan Anran glared at him: "Yinzhen is only three years old, Your Majesty, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Kangxi: "...Tch."
Wan Anran: "Your Majesty, I heard you."
The emperor and empress couldn't help but start bickering again.
Yinzhen, nestled in his mother's arms, felt warm and cozy all over. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck, burying his head in it, closing his eyes to relax, and then…
Wan Anran's voice abruptly stopped.
She looked tenderly at Yinzhen in her arms: "This child, really..."
I can actually fall asleep leaning against this.
Kangxi's expression softened, and he poked Yinzhen with his finger: "What a spoiled child."
They usually put on an old-fashioned and condescending attitude.
This comparison only made Kangxi chuckle even more. Of course, after poking and prodding him for a while, seeing that Yinzhen was sleeping soundly, Wan Anran still personally carried him back to his bedchamber.
Pull the covers up and kiss him on the cheek.
Wan Anran turned back to look at Kangxi, reached out and tugged at him, her eyes sparkling.
Emperor Kangxi, having discerned Consort Qi's thoughts, pretended not to understand.
Wan Anran reached out and pulled Kangxi, gently drawing him to Yinzhen's side: "Your Majesty, are you shy too?"
"Who's shy?"
"..." Wan Anran stared at Kangxi.
Emperor Kangxi was so angry he laughed.
Looking at Yinzhen's sweet sleeping face, Kangxi's eyes softened considerably. He bent down and kissed Yinzhen's cheek, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving upwards slightly.
"Isn't Yinzhen adorable?"
"...It's alright."
"Your Majesty, you are not being honest."
"I am telling the truth."
The emperor and empress's voices grew softer and softer.
Even after the sound completely disappeared, Yinzhen's eyelashes trembled slightly twice.
His barely suppressed shyness made his toes curl up, not to mention his cheeks were already bright red.
Yinzhen pulled the blanket up to cover his head with both hands, rolling around like a cylinder for a while before the burning sensation on his cheeks finally subsided.
It took a long time before Yinzhen poked his head out again.
He let out a long breath, feeling as if his whole body was soaking in sweet honey water, a sweet feeling from the bottom of his heart.
...even if I have a younger brother or sister.
He figured his relationship with his mother wouldn't change at all, right? Yinzhen pinched the doll on the bedside table, looked at the exceptionally warm decorations in the room, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself again.
Meanwhile, back in the front hall, Kangxi and Wan Anran began a serious discussion about what to have for dinner that night.
Wan Anran's eyes widened: "Your Majesty? Have you forgotten about losing weight?"
Kangxi: "You don't understand."
Wan Anran glared at him: "What do you mean?"
Emperor Kangxi spoke with great conviction.
He said something that every dieter in later generations would say: "If you don't eat your fill, where will you get the energy to diet? Eat a good meal today, and start again tomorrow."
Wan Anran: …………
It seems the Emperor's path to weight loss is long and arduous.
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