Crown Prince Bao Cheng, Wan Fu, and the eldest princess shrugged, and after a long while, the three of them couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Mao Tao Pu... Eleventh Brother is actually named Mao Tao Pu... Mao Tao hahahaha!"
If it weren't for the princes and princesses' composure, the three of them would probably have rolled on the ground laughing uncontrollably.
Wan Anran inside was unhappy.
If she weren't still in her postpartum period and smelled terrible, Wan Anran would definitely have come out and explained herself.
What's wrong?
Mao Tao is an auspicious, simple, and memorable name.
Inside, Wan Anran stood with her hands on her hips, indignant. She earnestly expressed her thoughts—of course, the peach blossom couldn't be the same as Yin Tao's "Tao"—and said with deep emotion, "Peach blossoms symbolize the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers, representing the beautiful anticipation of spring and the fresh start of everything. How wonderful!"
Emperor Kangxi ignored Wan Anran.
He thought that Consort Wan probably just wanted to eat peaches and that's why she gave the Eleventh Prince that name! He looked at the 'naive and ignorant' Yinzhen with pity and felt very sorry: "It's all Father's fault."
He appeared innocent and bewildered, but in reality, Yinzhen was simply terrified. His pupils dilated, and his dark eyes stared straight at the gauze curtain, trying to glimpse Wanliuhashi's expression through it.
Everything starts from scratch?
Isn't this describing him? Yinzhen's mind was in turmoil—did Wanliuha know his origins? Was she a god, a Buddha, an immortal, or a demon?
A baby's body is out of control.
The thought came to mind, and it manifested in the body as kicking the little legs and waving the little hands with great energy, while the mouth kept shouting "ya ya ya".
"This kid is really healthy."
Emperor Kangxi clicked his tongue in amazement and reached out to ruffle Yinzhen's hair: "Who knows, he might grow up to be a Baturu!"
Crown Prince Bao Cheng nodded repeatedly in agreement, looking at Yinzhen with anticipation: "Little brother, you must work hard and defeat Bao Qing when you grow up!"
Kangxi: …………
He looked down at his own crown prince, and sighed helplessly, "If you want to defeat Baoqing, you have to do it yourself. How can you put your expectations on your younger brother?"
Bao Cheng was unhappy.
He put his hands on his hips, looking old-fashioned: "Father, you don't understand."
"ha?"
“As Your Majesty said, everyone has their own area of expertise and strengths. I have already completely outclassed Baoqing in academics, so naturally my younger brothers should compete with me in martial arts,” Baocheng said confidently.
Since the eldest princess was involved in the adjustment process, and Wan Fu also had a high regard for the empress, the relationship between the crown prince and the empress has continued to improve over the past year. Now he can call her "Empress Mother" in a familiar way.
"not to mention--"
Bao Cheng glanced at Wan Fu and shook his little head: "Besides, your son is already very perfect. If he becomes any more perfect, I'm afraid he will become as high as a mountain and become too far away, making a silly little Wan Fu afraid to come near him."
Wan Fu's eyes widened.
As for Emperor Kangxi, he was even more astonished—his own little crown prince was becoming increasingly...shameless. Seeing Bao Cheng talking on and on, Kangxi punched him: "You...where did you learn to be so glib?"
“Your subject is not being glib.” Crown Prince Bao Cheng turned around and faced Kangxi with his little bottom, while looking at Yinzhen with starry eyes: “Your younger brother will surely become a Baturu, just as your subject expects, and then defeat Baoqing.”
I'm sorry, Your Highness.
Thinking about his archery and martial arts skills, which had been ridiculed since childhood, Yinzhen felt a pang of guilt for three breaths before quickly dismissing it. After all, no brother had ever managed to defeat Yinzhi in martial arts. Just then, Wanfu, looking unconvinced, shouted from the side, "I can do it too! I don't need Eleventh Brother, I can do it!"
The Crown Prince nodded, waving his hand with an air of importance: "Since Wan Fu is willing, then I will entrust this matter to you."
Emperor Kangxi couldn't bear to watch.
Wan Fu was particularly pleased. He patted his chest and loudly replied, "Don't worry, Crown Prince, leave everything to me."
Wan Fu? Wan Fu! ?
Yinzhen's gaze fell directly on Wan Fu. He remembered the name, but he didn't know that this deceased elder brother had such a close relationship with the Crown Prince, nor did he know that he was in such good health.
How could he have died so suddenly?
Was there something unknown going on? Yinzhen's gaze was intense, and the feeling of being under his gaze made Wan Fu subconsciously turn his head. When he met Yinzhen's round eyes, he immediately chuckled: "My brother is looking at me."
"It's to see me."
"They're looking at their older sister!"
The three of them started arguing around Yinzhen again.
Yinzhen revealed dead fish eyes. He was like a doll being tossed and turned by the three of them for a long time until the baby's weariness overwhelmed him.
Before he knew it, Yinzhen closed his eyes and fell asleep. He started snoring softly, and a small bubble even came out of his nose. He curled up and slept soundly.
The eldest princess shushed her, saying, "Eleventh brother is asleep."
The Crown Prince and Wan Fu's voices suddenly lowered. Looking at their younger brother's happy sleeping face, they inexplicably felt sleepy themselves. First, the Crown Prince rubbed his eyes, then Wan Fu yawned, and even the eldest princess couldn't help but blink.
Seeing the children yawning one after another, Kangxi chuckled. He instructed the wet nurse to take the eleventh prince back to his room, and then Kangxi led his three children outside. He sent Wanfu to Consort Xuan's place, and personally escorted the crown prince and the eldest princess back to Kunning Palace.
Finally, Kangxi walked alone towards Chengqian Palace. Despite his worries about the Twelfth Prince's early death, Kangxi still harbored a sliver of hope; perhaps he could be saved? As he entered Chengqian Palace, Consort Tong, who had already received the news, immediately came forward to greet him, her eyes red-rimmed: "Your Majesty..."
Emperor Kangxi offered a helping hand.
The sounds of laughter and chatter from Xianfu Palace still echoed in his ears, making the atmosphere in Chengqian Palace seem all the more somber and oppressive in comparison. Kangxi frowned imperceptibly, but still mustered his spirits and walked inside: "How is Little Twelfth doing lately?"
Consort Tong was unaware of Kangxi's unusual behavior. Hearing the Emperor inquire about the Twelfth Prince, she was overjoyed. She instructed the wet nurse to bring the little prince up, muttering, "The little fellow has been eating a lot lately and growing fast; even the imperial physicians are astonished!"
"real?"
"Your Majesty, please take a look?" Consort Tong was filled with pride.
After nearly a month, the little prince's cheeks have gained a little more flesh, and he looks much better than when he was born, when he was weak.
Although he was still somewhat inferior to Mao Tao... cough cough, compared to the Eleventh Prince, he seemed like someone who could be raised. Kangxi felt relieved and a smile appeared on his face: "Speaking of which, what name did my cousin give the Twelfth Prince?"
With her refined elegance, graceful grace, dignified demeanor, and mastery of all arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, Kangxi's cousin would surely give the Twelfth Prince a name that is both beautiful and meaningful. Thinking of the Eleventh Prince's childhood name, Kangxi's expectations rose even higher.
Anyway, it couldn't be worse than a peach, right? While Kangxi was looking forward to it, he didn't notice the strange looks from the palace servants around him. The next moment, he heard Consort Tong's voice: "Ah-Moo."
Kangxi: ...?
He tilted his head and looked at his cousin with some doubt.
Perhaps I misheard?
Emperor Kangxi laughed heartily: "Your Highness, I really thought you had named the Twelfth Prince 'Ah-Moo'."
Consort Tong glanced at him in surprise.
Without changing her expression, she casually added, "Your Majesty did not mishear. The name I have chosen for Little Twelfth is Ah-Mou."
Kangxi: ...? ? ?
First Mao Tao, then A Mou, how did the style of the palace become so peculiar?
Of course, after Consort Tong explained, Emperor Kangxi reluctantly accepted the theory that "a humble name makes a child easier to raise," but he still solemnly instructed: "Just say it in the palace, whatever you do, don't let it get out."
Otherwise, he feared that even if the young prince were to grow up, he would be so ashamed of his own childhood nickname that he would die of embarrassment.
Consort Tong rolled her eyes at him.
Kangxi was in a good mood and teased the still-sleeping Ah Mou... To be honest, he actually thought Mao Tao was a pretty good name now. His lips twitched slightly, and Kangxi tried to change the subject: "Speaking of which, how is Consort Wuya doing lately? Has she been as noisy as before?"
"It's much better than before," Consort Tong replied with a smile, then pursed her lips. After hesitating for a moment, Consort Tong still didn't reveal that Consort Wuya seemed to have gone mad. After all, the Twelfth Prince was born from Consort Wuya's womb. If the fact that his birth mother had gone mad were to be exposed, what would become of the Twelfth Prince's future?
Besides, perhaps Uya promised that she could cure it?
Consort Tong pondered for a moment, but ultimately kept the matter to herself and did not tell Emperor Kangxi.
Emperor Kangxi nodded in satisfaction.
He needed to be more cautious: "We should restrain her temperament properly. If Wuya behaves well when she is a little older, I will raise her rank." It wouldn't be good for the little prince's birth mother to only have the rank of concubine. Fortunately, there are still a few years. Kangxi did not believe that Wuya could not change her temperament.
Consort Tong smiled and nodded: "Your Majesty, I understand."
While the Emperor and Consort were talking, Consort Wuya sat listlessly in a dark room at the back of the courtyard. The curtains hanging on both sides blocked out all light.
The room was very quiet.
The palace maid who pushed open the door was so frightened by the horrifying scene that her hair stood on end. What's worse, the room was filled with an indescribable odor... The maid felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She held her breath, quickly tidied up the mess, and then retreated.
Once outside, the palace maid breathed a sigh of relief; in such a short time, even the back of her robe was completely soaked. Several palace maids gathered around her, looking at her with pity: "Wuya, that's really something..."
"Yeah, I was almost scared to death when I went in."
"And it stinks horribly!"
"Sigh...it's ruined."
“It’s been like this for several days now. I feel sorry for Consort Wuya.” A newly arrived palace maid sighed, “After all, she is the one who gave birth to the emperor’s heir…” It always makes people feel sorry for her when she is in this situation.
The other palace maids looked at each other in bewilderment.
Soon someone burst out laughing: "What misfortune? If you ask me, you deserve it."
"Yes, yes, yes! This might just be divine retribution!" another palace maid muttered, pouting. Seeing that the young maid still looked bewildered, they quickly began to explain the whole story.
The smooth rise from palace maid to noble lady is an enviable miracle, but the fall from noble lady to concubine is also a miracle that cannot be ignored. After recounting her past misdeeds, the palace maids brought up the previous antics of Consort Wuya.
Despite giving birth to a royal heir, she was demoted.
Uya agreed and cried incessantly, convinced that Consort Tong was interfering in order to take the child away. Instead of trying to be well-behaved, she caused chaos every day.
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late. Consort Wuya's lochia was slow to heal, and her wounds were repeatedly inflamed. Even the imperial physicians shook their heads, saying that Consort Wuya would probably have difficulty having another child.
They squandered a winning hand!
The palace maids shook their heads and sighed, and even Wuya, sitting indoors, could hear the sounds outside. Her blank eyes twitched slightly, and she huddled into a ball, muttering, "Why did it turn out like this..."
Even the slightest movement sent another wave of pain through her lower abdomen. Uya, her face pale, propped herself up, changing her menstrual pad, her heart filled with growing panic. Gone was her favor, gone was her status, and now even her health was gone… How could everything have come to this?
etc……
Uya agreed, her heart fluttering slightly, as she gave birth to the prince before she could...
Could it be that Wanliuhashi was a time traveler or a reincarnated person? Could it be that she stole her luck, causing her to end up in this situation? The more she thought about it, the more certain she became. Wuya slammed her hands heavily on the bed, biting the corner of the blanket and growling, "Wanliuhashi!"
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