Since they are all worn by the Qing Dynasty, you might as well be bold and choose Kangxi!

Concubine Ping looked at Kangxi who suddenly came in, surprised and happy, quickly put down the teacup, stood up and greeted him:

"I, my concubine, see you, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be blessed with peace and prosperity."

Kangxi strode past her and sat at the top before looking at her.

"Flat body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Concubine Ping smiled and walked forward to sit on the other side of the main seat. She looked at Kangxi tenderly and said in a low voice, "Why did the emperor come here suddenly?"

As they were talking, the palace maid came forward to serve tea to Kangxi. Kangxi took the teacup and put it in his hand without drinking it. Instead, he gently scraped the teacup and said in a light tone:

"I have been busy with government affairs these past two days and have not come to visit the young prince. Now that I have some free time, I will come to see how the young prince is doing today."

After hearing this, Concubine Ping's first reaction was that the emperor really was busy and didn't come. It was great that he was not brought down by the unlucky Shi Nanxi.

Her second reaction was that she had just dealt with that little bitch Shi Nanxi and had not had time to visit the young prince yet, so how would she know how he was doing?

But you can’t say that.

"Your Majesty is the supreme ruler of the world, and the affairs of the state should be the first priority. How can I disturb Your Majesty because of the little prince?"

Princess Ping looked gentle and considerate:

"Now the young prince has Elder Liu, who was specially summoned into the palace by the emperor. He is an excellent doctor. After the acupuncture, the young prince has stopped vomiting."

"That's good!" Kangxi lowered his head and took a sip of tea, then put it down and said, "The little prince is weak, so you, as his mother, need to pay more attention to him."

"Look at what the emperor said." Concubine Ping took up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, and said anxiously and aggrievedly:

"That was a piece of flesh that fell from my body. I don't know how much I love you, little prince. I wish I could shorten my life in exchange for your health!"

Just as she finished her words, a loud thunderclap suddenly sounded, and the kindness and sadness that had just been brewing in Concubine Ping's face suddenly froze.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly dropped. The palace servant in the corner immediately lowered his head, gasping for breath and not daring to speak.

Kangxi stroked the jade ring, glanced at the other party, and said indifferently:

"This thunder came at the wrong time." It was obvious that even God didn't believe what Concubine Ping said, so how could he believe it?

"...Your Majesty is right." Concubine Ping forced a smile and said embarrassedly, "I didn't expect the spring thunder to come so suddenly." The handkerchief in her hand was almost torn.

After that, no one in the hall spoke for a while.

At this moment, Kangxi's gaze unconsciously looked through the diamond-shaped window towards the west hall diagonally opposite, which was set up as a Buddhist temple.

The sky was originally gloomy, and now there was thunder. I was afraid it would rain soon. The Buddhist temple faced west and was easily affected by moisture. The little girl was weak and had signs of catching a cold, so it would be better for her to return to Chuxiu Palace as soon as possible.

Seeing that the emperor remained silent for a long time, Concubine Ping gradually became uneasy. Could it be that the emperor had a grudge against her because of the thunder just now?

The more I thought about it, the more worried I became.

At this time, Kangxi withdrew his gaze without leaving a trace, slowly rubbed the jade ring, and continued to speak with a normal expression:

"That being said, thunder can sometimes be a sign from heaven. I'm suddenly a little worried about my little brother. I remember that there seems to be a Buddhist temple in your west hall. I'd better go there and burn some incense for my ancestors, hoping that my little brother will be healthy."

When Concubine Ping heard the thunder, she had a bad feeling, and then she was even more shocked when she heard that the emperor was going to the Buddhist temple.

How can that be? That little bitch is still picking Buddha beans in there. What if the emperor sees her?

Thinking of this, she quickly gave Xinlian a secret look.

Xinlian quickly retreated quietly, and after leaving the house, she walked quickly towards the Buddhist temple.

And Concubine Ping gently advised Kangxi:

"Your Majesty, I understand your feelings for the little prince, but you have been busy with government affairs all day, how can I trouble you? I will go to the temple to pray to the ancestors later. I must not tire you out."

Kangxi noticed Xinlian's departure and continued with an unchanged expression:

"That's true. I am indeed a little tired."

The little girl was afraid of having anything to do with him, and she was afraid that if he went there, she would faint from fear.

Concubine Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of her brother and quickly glanced at Xinyue.

Xinyue immediately turned around and went to the side hall to pick up the little prince.

Yinzhen is just over a month old now. He is thin and small, with a sallow complexion, like a newborn baby. He is sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty, please go and take a look at the little prince. He misses him so much." Concubine Ping smiled lovingly at the little prince.

Kangxi was somewhat displeased at this moment. Yinzhen had suffered from many illnesses since birth and was very weak. It was so cold in March and he was carried out even though he was asleep.

But he was always moody, so he replied without any emotion: "Really?"

"Of course, the Emperor is the young prince's father."

Concubine Ping talked for a while, and seeing that the emperor didn't seem to care about the thunder just now, she changed the subject and began to test him quietly.

"Little prince is so well behaved, but unfortunately he is weak, so he couldn't hold a bath or a full moon. With Elder Liu, little prince will surely get better, so when he reaches the hundredth day, we must hold a grand ceremony."

Kangxi did not comment. If the little prince could really recover, of course he would hold a grand ceremony, but...

He said "hmm".

Concubine Ping was overjoyed, and gradually and unnoticeably turned the topic to her brother.

"It's a pity that I don't know if the young prince's third uncle will be able to attend the event. He likes to make trouble. But he is the young prince's third uncle after all. The young prince must want his uncle to come, right?"

As he said this, he stretched out his armored hand and poked the little prince's face. The next moment, the little prince, who was hurt, burst into tears.

"Don't stop yet."

Kangxi said hurriedly. After he finished speaking, he saw a red mark on the little prince's delicate face. He turned his gaze to Concubine Ping and said in a deep voice:

"Is this how you become a mother?"

Concubine Ping was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat and immediately knelt down to plead guilty: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't mean to do that! I just touched you lightly..."

Kangxi ignored her and asked Xinyue to take the little prince back and asked the imperial physician to apply medicine. At this time, there was a loud bang and the rain poured down like a torrential rain.

Shi Nanxi, who was hurried out of the West Hall, was greeted by heavy rain as soon as she came out. She shivered with cold. She hesitated, glanced at Xinlian quickly, then quickly lowered her head and whispered:

"My lady, it's raining so hard, could you please stay in the corridor to avoid the rain for a while and then go back to Chuxiu Palace when the rain subsides?"

Xinlian immediately said:

"Second Princess Shi, I have already told you that Your Majesty has something important to attend to. Please leave now and do not stay."

Shi Nanxi's face turned pale immediately, and she dared not speak any more. Seeing this, Hongying was worried and said:

"Aunt, my second daughter has always been weak. Since she can't stay under the porch to avoid the rain, can you lend her an umbrella?"

Seeing the two of them entangled, Xinlian was worried that the Emperor might come out and see them at any time, and if things went wrong, she would have to bear the empress's orders, so she agreed.

But he still held a grudge against Shi Nanxi for having her hand scalded by boiling water, so he deliberately gave her a broken umbrella.

Hongying waited until she opened it and found out. She immediately asked Xinlian, but Xinlian pretended to be embarrassed:

"It's raining so hard, and there are so many people in Changchun Palace, there are not enough umbrellas. I specially moved this umbrella from someone else, so don't give it back to me!"

As he was about to take back the umbrella, Hongying subconsciously dodged it. At this time, Shi Nanxi quietly withdrew his gaze towards the main hall, took Hongying's hand, and whispered:

"Forget it, Hongying. The rain is getting heavier. Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Hongying had no choice but to hold up the umbrella with half of the rib broken and try her best to protect Shi Nanxi.

But the rain was too heavy, and as soon as it fell under the porch, the remaining half of the umbrella rib broke, and Shi Nanxi was soaked through.

The master and servant had no choice but to throw away their umbrella and leave in the rain.

In the main hall, Kangxi's eyes were calm, yet he looked majestic without being angry:

"Ping Fei, the young prince is not a tool for you to intercede. The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. Your third brother's affairs will be investigated by Shuntian Prefecture."

Concubine Ping knelt on the ground and said anxiously:

"I know. I have no intention of interfering in politics, but Third Brother is the young prince's uncle, so you can't..."

"Princess Ping, the little prince is my prince. He only knows how to call Chang Tai and Chang Hai uncle." At this point, he suddenly paused.

Seeing a familiar figure drenched in the rain through the diamond-shaped window, he suddenly clasped his thumb around the jade ring, and his tone inexplicably became three degrees colder.

"I have something else to do, you take care of yourself." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.

"Your Majesty?" Liang Jiugong was holding an umbrella outside the palace.

Kangxi's eyes were dark, and the pouring rain blurred his vision in front of him. At this moment, he could no longer see the delicate figure.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, but instead of going back to the Qianqing Palace, he walked towards the Chuxiu Palace.

After Liang Jiugong found out, he didn't dare to ask, but followed closely with an umbrella in hand.