The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

The quiet room in the rear hall of Kunning Palace...

Yinreng could no longer remember how many days he had been imprisoned here.

Ever since the Mulan Paddock Rebellion, Kangxi deposed him from the crown prince position and made him disappear from everyone's sight.

No one knew where the deposed crown prince was imprisoned, not even the deposed crown princess Shi and Hong Xi.

There was only one Abao with him.

Originally, this eunuch was to be sentenced to death by the emperor, but Yinreng said, "Abao can play the Empress Dowager's favorite song." So he was saved.

While Yinreng was imprisoned here, he had normal food and drink, and he was not treated unfairly. However, he was no longer able to call the shots and live a life of luxury like before. He was confined to this small world every day, with only a statue of Guanyin and a few Buddhist scriptures in front of him.

But he quite liked this kind of life, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden and his heart was more peaceful than ever before.

This is Kunning Palace.

It was the bedroom where his royal mother lived when she was alive.

The way he stayed here was like he was still the child who had a father and a mother and was loved and spoiled.

He knelt in front of the statue of Guanyin, extremely pious, flipping through the Buddhist scriptures and looking at the text above. Every time he read it, he was praying for his mother.

He had long been accustomed to the quietness and silence here.

Quiet room, quiet room, it is naturally very quiet.

But today is different.

Today there was a chaotic and noisy sound of footsteps, and a group of people broke in.

Yinreng turned his head in front of the Buddha statue and saw the leader at a glance. It was Liang Jiugong.

However, it was Liang Jiugong, who was extremely old and had no more energy and spirit, who said in a hoarse voice: "The emperor has passed away."

Rumble

It was like the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

Yinreng felt as if he had tinnitus. He could no longer hear any sound. He could only see Liang Jiugong's lips moving. His expression was sad and there were traces of tears on his face. The only word that echoed in his ears was "passed away".

The emperor is dead.

The Empress Dowager is dead.

He is now a fatherless and motherless child.

Yinreng turned his head and looked at the kind-looking Guanyin. He wanted to ask her in person why he was born to bring bad luck to his mother. Now that his father had passed away, was it because of his bad fate? Was it really because he brought bad luck to his parents?

But he couldn't make any sound, his cheeks were already covered with tears.

He thought he hated the Emperor, and he destroyed his pride and his life.

But it doesn't.

Now he could only remember the emperor holding his young self in his arms while he slept, coaxing him to play, and whispering, "Baocheng is a son given by heaven, a blessed man, and my best son."

Yinreng fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

At this time, in the Qianqing Palace

The princes and court officials were kneeling on the ground. Three ministers stood in front of them, holding Kangxi's will written in Manchu, Mongolian and Chinese. The Mongolian one was read by Prince Khorchin, the Chinese one was read by Li Guangdi, and the Manchu one was given to Fuca Bodel.

Bodel read the imperial edict first, his voice sonorous and powerful, announcing the succession of the new emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

"Yinzhen, the fourth son of Prince Yong, is a man of noble character and very much like me. He will surely be able to inherit the throne and succeed me as the emperor!"

After he finished reading, he then read out the Mongolian and Chinese versions. The entire process was silent as a rock, without a single noise.

After reading it three times, Thirteen and Fourteen looked at each other and shouted loudly: "I accept your order."

Then everyone followed suit and shouted loudly, and kowtowed to the ground.

Yinzhen let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and kowtowed as well.

When he stood up again, the fifth brother, who had reacted, immediately invited him to take the throne, and shouted: "Long live the emperor."

Fourteen curled his lips when he looked at Fifth Brother who stole his lines. How come Fifth Brother was even more of a lackey than him?

The rest of the brothers and ministers were not to be outdone, and they all knelt down and kowtowed: "Long live the emperor."

Looking at the people kneeling in front of him, Yinzhen still felt like he was in a dream, but more importantly, he got what he wanted and was confident of victory.

No one disputes Kangxi's will.

Among the late emperor's sons, Yinzhen was originally the only prince with the highest title, not to mention the powerful influence in the court behind him. Now his father-in-law is kneeling in the front and has just read out the imperial edict of succession!

What's more, Kangxi had just shown some light in his eyes and summoned only this prince. From that time on, this latent dragon officially emerged from the abyss.

Prince Yong's Mansion

Changning held Hongxu in her arms, coaxed him softly, and sang nursery rhymes to him. She didn't know whether she was comforting her little son or herself.

Hongyan has returned. He has captured those masters and locked them up in the woodshed. Changning was handed over to Zhao Fuhai and Zhang Qilin, who must find out their intentions.

These people were quite stubborn and kept yelling that they had come down the mountain to practice Buddhism and didn't know why they were caught here. They said there was no such law or principle in the world and that they should be let out quickly.

Zhao Fuhai sneered: "You guys are good at fortune-telling, how come you didn't predict that this disaster would happen today?"

Those people looked at each other.

Zhao Fuhai was too lazy to waste time talking to them. It was obvious that Fu Jin wanted to get something out of their mouths as soon as possible. How could she have so much time to spare? He just had them all pressed into the water tank. Whoever couldn't stand it first would speak first.

As a result, there were indeed some people who were not good at swimming. They couldn't stand it first and struggled to get out: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! It was Amba who gave us brothers some money and revealed a lot of information about officials, so that we could come to the capital to have our fortunes told!"

Zhang Qilin and Zhao Fuhai looked at each other, asked in detail, and then asked someone to find out who this Amba was.

Zhao Fuhai then pinched the man's chin and asked viciously: "What else did I ask you to do? Tell me?!"

The man hesitated and didn't dare to say anything, so Zhao Fuhai kicked him in personally. The action was so rough that even Zhang Qilin was dumbfounded.

Are the people around Fu Jin so powerful?

But the effect was very good. The man emptied it all out like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

After hearing this, Zhao Fuhai almost couldn't help but peel him off, but now the most urgent thing is to reply to the master, so he just sneered: "Okay, you guys take a rest and wait for the master's decision."

After saying that, he handed the place over to Zhang Qilin and went to the main courtyard.

Changning had just coaxed Hongxu and her two daughters to sleep when Chuixue brought over a bowl of shrimp wontons. She was shocked to realize that she hadn't eaten for the whole day and her stomach was rumbling. She took the bowl and started to eat with relish.

Eat meat now while you can still eat it.

When the time comes to mourn for Kangxi, there will be no meat to eat.

When Zhao Fuhai came over, Changning had just finished two bowls of rice. She was very satisfied and looked much more relaxed. When she saw him coming, she asked him to explain everything.

"Master, those people have all given up everything. They were originally practicing in the mountains. Last month, a man who called himself Amba came to visit them and gave them a large amount of money, asking them to do something."