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

"Baocheng..."

Kangxi sat down beside the bed and gently held the prince's hand. He stared at his pale and bloodless face, then looked at the little white cloth strips exposed on his shoulders. The thrilling scene of yesterday reappeared in his mind.

Almost, almost his success...Kangxi's hand shaking as he held the prince's.

Even if he was a ruthless emperor, he was still an imperial father. What's more, the prince had been raised in the Qianqing Palace since birth and was brought up by him personally. He had been smart, sensible, considerate and kind since he was a child.

When he was just learning to speak, the first word he learned was "Huang Ama". When he was able to hold a pen, it was he who taught him to write. When he was able to ride a horse, it was he who taught him to ride personally. Kangxi's mind emerged all kinds of warm and happy scenes of him and the prince, and of a loving father and a filial son.

As the Crown Prince grew up, he was both civil and military, filial and friendly to his brothers. He was his pride and the well-deserved Crown Prince in the court.

However, it is unknown since when a rift arose between the father and son, and they became increasingly estranged and distant from each other.

Kangxi looked at the prince.

murmured:

"You are the crown prince, and also my guardian. Before the age of fifteen, all the other princes put together are not as important as you. If you really want to experience the feeling of wearing the dragon robe, then tell me. I gave it to you in private. Why did you hide it secretly and be seen by others? How could I not be angry in front of so many people? If I am not angry, then everyone will want to wear the dragon robe, and the rules will be disrupted!"

At this point, Kangxi thought about the prince's health. Maybe in the future...

His heart ached. Even if he wanted to conceal the prince's heart disease, the changes in his body could not be hidden. Moreover, besides being the prince's father, he was also the Emperor of Qing. He had to give an account to his ancestors and be responsible to the court, the people and the country.

But if the crown prince can no longer be the crown prince, not to mention his own gains and losses, how will he gain a foothold in the court in the future, how will he face his brothers, how can the next successor trust the crown prince, and how will the crown prince face the next successor?

At this moment, Kangxi was just an ordinary old father. He was anxiously worried about what would happen to his children in the future. He wished he could go back to yesterday and catch the assassin in advance, or cancel the birthday banquet directly.

But his clear mind kept reminding Kangxi that time could not be rewound, and an unprecedented feeling of powerlessness and frustration rose from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, the hand in his palm suddenly moved. Kangxi was startled at first, and then he looked at the prince with ecstasy. Sure enough, he found that the prince's eyelids moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Prince, you're awake!" Kangxi immediately whispered excitedly.

The prince's vision was a little blurry, but soon it became clear, and the next moment the emperor's excited face came into view.

"Father Emperor!" He called out subconsciously. At this time, his memory before he fell into a coma came back. He looked at the environment he was in and said:

"It turns out that my son is not dead!"

Kangxi's nose felt sore.

He quickly said:

"Baocheng, you're fine. With the Emperor here, nothing will happen to you."

The prince showed a smile of having survived a disaster, but he soon thought of something and asked Kangxi with concern:

"Father Emperor, has the assassin been caught? Are you okay? Are the Fifteenth Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Dowager okay?"

Seeing that the prince's first reaction after waking up was to show concern for him, the Fifteenth Empress Dowager, and Nanxi, Kangxi looked even more loving. He said softly:

"Don't worry Baocheng, we are all fine. The assassin was caught on the spot." He did not say that he fainted because he vomited blood after seeing him being stabbed.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief, then belatedly realized something and said:

"Your Majesty, you call me Baocheng. It sounds so intimate. I can't remember the last time your Majesty called me that."

Kangxi's already painful heart felt as if it was stabbed on the spot.

He held the prince's hand tightly and said:

"It's my fault, Baocheng. If you like to hear your father call you that, then he will call you that from now on."

"Really?"

A look of surprise appeared on the prince's face. He had grown up without a royal mother and was brought up by his royal father. Even though the two of them were becoming increasingly distant, he still admired and adored his royal father deep in his heart.

Seeing the prince happy, Kangxi also smiled, but soon the prince thought of something, and the surprise in his eyes slowly dissipated, and turned into uneasiness. He subconsciously lowered his head and stammered:

"Father Emperor, regarding the secret possession of the dragon robe, your son..."

Before he finished speaking, Kangxi interrupted the prince with a smile:

"Baocheng, this matter is just as Shiwu said. It's just a piece of clothing. You can hide it if you want and wear it if you want. It's no big deal. Even if you want to try on my dragon robe, I can immediately ask Liang Jiugong to get it for you to wear."

The prince was stunned. He suddenly looked up and stared at his father. What did his father just say? Did he hear it right?

You have to know that he said what he just said deliberately. After all, he knew clearly that privately keeping the dragon robe was a serious crime. Even if Fifteenth had made a joke yesterday and the Emperor seemed to have calmed down on the spot, he would definitely not let it go easily afterwards.

That's why he wanted to put the matter behind him completely when he took advantage of the moment when the emperor father was most tolerant of him just after he woke up from a serious injury, but the emperor father's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Kangxi was a man who could see through the prince's little thoughts at a glance, but he didn't care. He smiled at him soothingly.

The prince's uneasy heart gradually calmed down, and then the father and son seemed to have returned to the past, warm and harmonious, with the father loving and the son filial. Kangxi even mentioned Shi Rongyue who had passed away due to illness.

"I was wrong at the beginning. Since you liked her, I shouldn't have asked you to fulfill her wish. Instead, I let her die of illness in public and secretly sent her to Yuqing Palace to be your concubine. This way, you wouldn't have to bear a grudge for so many years and develop a demon in your heart."

When the prince heard Kangxi suddenly mention Shi Rongyue, he looked a little dazed.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the memories of those years had actually faded, and only the resentment deeply rooted in his memory remained. That's how it was.

It turned out that all his obsession with Shi Rongyue was due to his unwillingness. He was unwilling that she abandoned him, the prince, without hesitation and chose the fourth brother who was inferior to him in every way. He was obsessed with the past alone, and his unwillingness caused his obsession to grow deeper and deeper.

But does he still love her?

No, he stopped loving her when she betrayed him and plotted for him to marry the fourth brother!

It was just that his self-esteem prevented him from forgetting that moment, so much so that he mistakenly believed that he was still in love with her!

But after experiencing life and death, his eyes seemed to become clear all of a sudden, his mind became calm and he finally saw his own heart clearly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt relieved!

"No need, my Emperor."

"Ok?"

Kangxi was puzzled, but when he met the prince's clear, bright, and shining eyes, he immediately understood something. The next moment, he heaved a long sigh from the bottom of his heart and said with a look of relief:

"Okay, okay, no need, no need."

The father and son smiled at each other, the atmosphere was joyful, and they talked again. After all, the prince had just woken up, and his face was tired. Kangxi stopped talking, gently put the prince's hand into the quilt, tucked it in, and said:

"You just woke up, your body is still weak, sleep for a while."

The prince smiled and said:

"Okay, Father Huang."

However, just as Kangxi turned to leave, the prince suddenly spoke softly:

"Father Emperor, is my injury serious enough to leave sequelae after recovery?"