The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

Kangxi was unwilling to admit it, nor was he willing to believe that it was all due to his own suspicion and his inferiority complex caused by his increasing age and declining energy.

Only by putting all the blame on his sons, accusing them of being unfaithful and unfilial, can he ease the self-blame and pressure in his heart.

So the next day after the dream, he summoned Yinzhi into the palace.

There was silence everywhere, with only the father and son present. Kangxi mocked him coldly, exposing his wolfish ambition and telling him to stop dreaming and just be the knife in his hand, otherwise don't blame him for disregarding the relationship between the monarch and his subject, and between father and son.

Yinzhi was so frightened that he was almost scared out of his wits. He had never been so afraid of the emperor before. If the emperor was angry, millions of people would die.

He didn't understand why the emperor, who had always been kind and strict, had become like this, but as a subject and a son, he could only obey.

After suppressing the third and eighth sons, Kangxi turned his attention to the eldest son and the crown prince.

While he was suffering from nightmares, he was also desperately trying to take out all his anger on his son.

Ugh……

Kangxi sighed.

When Yinzhen arrived, Kangxi had not yet gotten up. Liang Jiugong was waiting outside the palace. When he saw the Fourth Prince coming, he hurriedly stood up to greet him and asked softly, "Fourth Prince, is there anything important that you are here for?"

When Yinzhen saw this, he knew that the emperor would not see him. He must be busy, otherwise Liang Jiugong would not have such an attitude.

He didn't say much, just handed over the basket of vegetables and half a bag of soybeans in his hand.

"Manager Liang, these are the crops I planted on the farm when I had nothing to do. The yield is not high, so I harvested them to honor my father."

Liang Jiugong was really surprised. He was born in a poor family and naturally knew how difficult and tiring farming was. He did not expect that this spoiled prince would actually farm himself. Looking at the growth of the vegetables and soybeans, each of them was plump, it must have taken some skills and a lot of effort and energy.

Then he smiled broadly, as bright as a chrysanthemum: "Fourth Prince is really thoughtful. I will ask the kitchen to prepare it for His Majesty tonight."

Yinzhen nodded and said, "Please ask General Manager Liang to take good care of the Emperor and ask him to take care of himself. I will leave first."

"Farewell, Fourth Prince."

Yinzhen turned and left. Liang Jiugong looked at Yinzhen's back which was gradually going away. He had an upright posture, as firm and clear as a pine tree, as gentlemanly as jade, and with an air of nobility and treasure. He really looked a bit like the young Emperor.

He didn't say much, but he personally instructed people that the most important thing in the evening was to prepare the basket of vegetables.

After Kangxi woke up, he saw that the closest thing to his bowl and chopsticks was a plate of stir-fried cabbage, stewed chicken with potatoes, and stewed tofu. He glanced at Liang Jiugong and asked, "What? Who sent this?"

Kang Jiugong bowed with a smile and said, "Your Majesty, this was just sent by the Fourth Prince. He said he planted it himself on the farm and wanted to send it to you for a taste."

When he heard that it was not a concubine but Yinzhen, Kangxi's expression eased: "It's the fourth son. I heard that he didn't go out this year. I don't know what he is doing in the farm. It turns out that he has become a farmer."

Kangxi's face showed no fluctuation. He picked up a piece of potato with chopsticks and tasted it, but didn't feel any difference. He then picked up a piece of vegetable, which was somewhat sweet.

"He said he planted it himself?" Kangxi turned around and asked. Liang Jiugong bent down and answered, "That's right. I guess the Fourth Prince is in charge of agricultural affairs in the Ministry of Revenue and has some experience, so he wanted to try it himself."

"The fourth son is not a show-off. He can endure hardships and get practical work done." Kangxi nodded. He always had some favor towards this son who was born to his favorite concubine and raised by his cousin.

"How is the fourth son doing in the mansion now? How are his offspring? Is Fucha still the most favored?"

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince now has six sons and two daughters." Liang Jiugong answered in a low voice, but as for who is the most favored, he dare not say, he can only say: "Concubine Chun has five sons and one daughter."

Kangxi understood that it seemed that Fucha was quite fertile.

Alas, if only every son could be like the fourth son and make me worry less.

Thinking that this year was another year for the imperial selection, he casually ordered, "Tell the imperial concubine that in this year's selection, each of the princes who have opened a mansion should be awarded two princesses."

"Whoo."

When this news came, Yinzhen was very busy.

He wanted to implement the winter vegetable breeding project as soon as possible, so he entered the palace in a hurry that day. Who knew that he would be given two women as a gift?

Yinzhen was a little speechless. He even blamed his father a little. If he wanted to reward someone, he should give him a job or a title. What else would rewarding a woman do except cause trouble?

If it were before, he didn't care about women anyway, so he would just throw them into some corner of the backyard. But now, Yao Xian is the only one in his mind and eyes, and if he stuffed a few more women in, they would just be an eyesore.

He even found it a little difficult to say. How could he tell Yaoxian?

Although he definitely wouldn't touch it, he didn't know if the girl would be angry. After all, she was very jealous.

When he returned to Qingzhiyuan in the evening, he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Changning also noticed it. She was originally very excited and was going to tell him that her daughter was going to attend a chrysanthemum viewing banquet the next day. But when she saw his serious eyes, she knew that something must be wrong.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Yinzhen gave a look, and Su Peisheng took all the servants in the house and left, leaving only the two of them in the inner room.

Yinzhen stretched out his arms and held Changning in his arms. Smelling the fragrance of her hair, he felt extremely warm and at ease.

He chose his words a little, and then spoke in a low voice, "There's news from the palace, saying that the emperor has ordered that this year's selection will give two princesses to all the princes who have established their own households."

"Oh, so that's what happened." Chang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought the kids were in trouble again. Why are you so sad?"

This time it was Yinzhen's turn to be shocked, and he even felt a little aggrieved.

"Aren't you angry? I'm going to have two more women."

Chang Ning was particularly confident: "I'm not angry, why should I be angry? Will you touch them?"

Yinzhen quickly shook his head.

"That's right, you won't touch it, why should I worry?"

"You just trust me so much?"

Seeing Yinzhen's eyes sparkling with a serious look, Changning also looked at him and said word by word: "I know you, you will do what you say."

Yinzhen felt warm in his heart.

He would not be a person like the Emperor, who was affectionate everywhere. He said that he loved Empress Hesheli, but he was also concerned about Tong E'niang and doted on her. Everyone in the three palaces and six courtyards was his favorite.

When he was young, he saw Tong's mother sad many times, and also saw her crying alone. He understood that the reason why she didn't care about other women was because she didn't love them.

He would not take a woman's feelings to heart before, but now, he knows very well that he loves Yaoxian.

If I neglected her, my mind would be filled with the heartbroken look on my face when I was a child, and I would be even more reluctant to let her shed a single tear.