Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Qingyao: "The emperor came to court without having breakfast? Is it Chenghu, Baocheng or Yuanyuan?" she asked worriedly.

Kangxi: "It's Chenghu. He's reading memorials in the East Warm Pavilion. Don't worry, he's already had some snacks, so he won't starve."

Qingyao: "Husband, please eat quickly. It's not good to eat if it's cold." She helped him sit down at the table and took a bowl to serve him a bowl of porridge.

Kangxi took the porridge from Qingyao, smelled the aroma, and smiled with satisfaction: "Qingqing, have you eaten yet?"

Qingyao: "It's useless. I was worried about my husband, so I came here to bring him breakfast."

Kangxi: "Then sit down and have dinner together." He reached out and pulled her to sit down.

Qingyao: "Husband, can you give me some money?" She blinked and looked at him.

Kangxi: "Are you short of money, darling?" He picked up some food for her.

Qingyao: "It's Chenghu's birthday soon, and I haven't figured out what birthday gift to give him yet."

Kangxi: "If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Don't worry about it. I'll have Liang Jiugong find two of them from my private storehouse and send them to him."

Qingyao: "Thank you, husband." She accompanied him to have dinner.

Kangxi: "Qingqing, what do you want for your birthday gift?" Looking at her.

Qingyao: "Well... I don't lack anything. It would be nice if my husband could accompany me. I really don't want anything else."

After Qingyao and Kangxi finished their breakfast, Kangxi went to deal with government affairs. Qingyao returned to her bedroom to think about Chenghu's birthday gift.

"What should I give?" Qingyao muttered to herself. She looked around, her eyes settling on a painting she had painted herself. It depicted her, Kangxi, and Chenghu's family.

Qingyao suddenly had an idea and decided to frame the painting as a birthday gift for Chenghu. She believed that this loving gift would make Chenghu happy.

At the same time, Liang Jiugong selected two precious gifts from his private treasury in accordance with Kangxi's instructions and prepared to send them to the Prince's Mansion outside the palace.

Prince's Mansion

Qin Jin: "Crown Princess, I heard from the maid in the palace that the Crown Prince's birthday is in two days."

Yiermu: "My birthday is coming soon, Qinjin, go to the kitchen and make some arrangements. There will probably be a lot of people coming to my birthday party."

After reading the memorial, Cheng Hu left the palace and returned to his residence to see his own Crown Princess busy at work: "Ran Ran, what are you busy with?"

Yiermu looked up when she heard the voice: "Husband, you are back," and went to greet him.

Cheng Hu quickly said, "Stand still for now. I just came back from out there, and I'm still a little cold." He quickly untied his thick cloak and handed it to He Zhu, who was waiting nearby. Then, he slowly walked over to the charcoal brazier in the room. Once he felt the chill gradually dissipate, he lifted his feet and walked towards the other person.

Yiermu: "Husband, who do you want to invite to your birthday?" She looked at him curiously.

Cheng Hu reached out and held her in his arms: "We must invite our brothers and sisters, as well as the Guo Luomafa family. It doesn't need to be too large."

Yiermu leaned obediently in his arms: "Then listen to my husband. There are too many people, and I don't have time to write the post."

Cheng Hu: "Just let someone else write it. There's no need for you to write it yourself."

Yiermu: "I'll follow my husband's arrangements. Oh, it's snowing today, so my husband should go to the morning court in a carriage. It's warmer than riding a horse."

Cheng Hu: "Okay, Ranran, let me tell you, Father has gone too far today."

Yiermu: "What is the emperor doing?" He looked at him curiously.

Cheng Hu: "Father is sitting on a soft couch in front of the imperial gate today, not to mention it. He's been like this before, but today he has a blanket over his legs, a hand warmer in his hand, and a cloak on. I said it was cold today, but he said it wasn't. Don't you think that's too much?"

Yiermu: "Maybe my mother felt sorry for my father and was afraid he would catch a cold, so she prepared it specially."