Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Qingyao's eyes flashed with a cold light. She stared straight at Wei Shi in front of her and said with a soft voice, "Wei Shi, Wei Shi, do you really think that after murdering Concubine Hui, you can be promoted to the position of Concubine as you wish? Humph! What a fantasy!"

Wei's face turned pale instantly. She fell to her knees with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I am innocent. How dare I murder Concubine Hui?"

Qingyao sneered and slowly stepped forward. "You still dare to quibble after all this? I have evidence that you bribed the imperial physician and secretly poisoned me."

Wei was horrified, but she still refused to give up. She cried out, "Someone must have framed me, Your Majesty, you are wise."

Qingyao squatted down and gently lifted Wei's chin with her fingers. "Don't waste your words anymore. Everyone in the harem knows that you have always coveted the position of concubine and tried every possible way to climb up."

At this moment, the eunuch's shrill voice came from outside: "The emperor has arrived." Wei Shi, as if she had found a life-saving straw, desperately shouted: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save me."

When Kangxi came in, Qingyao bowed respectfully and reported all of Wei's crimes. Kangxi glared at Wei and said, "I didn't expect you to be so cruel. Someone, drag her away and put her in the cold palace." Wei was dragged away in despair.

Qingyao: "Your Majesty, it's my fault for not managing the harem well."

Kangxi: "My dear, I don't blame you. You have your own affairs to attend to every day in the harem, so you don't have the time to stare at the concubines all the time. Don't blame yourself anymore. I know you have done a good job."

East Warm Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace in the palace

Cheng Hu lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the mountain of memorials before him. He held a red brush in his hand, occasionally circling, dotting, and drawing on the memorials, meticulously annotating each important document.

On his left and right sides, there was a desk piled high with memorials.

Yinreng frowned and said to his brother with some dissatisfaction: "Brother, Father asked you to handle the affairs of state on his behalf! This is an important task. Why did you drag me and Xiaowu along? You know, my wife Yaliqi has not had a good appetite recently and has not eaten well. I have to keep an eye on her and take good care of her!" As he said that, Yinreng sighed softly, with a hint of worry on his face.

Chenghu raised his eyebrows and looked at Baocheng with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of teasing and threat: "Baocheng, you better think about it carefully! Do you want to raise your title again? Hmm?" As he spoke, he continued to deal with memorials with his head down as if he had the power of life and death in control.

Yinreng blinked his bright eyes, looked at the other party expectantly, and said with a smile: "Oh, brother, of course I want to! How could I not want to? If I can help you, brother, it would be my honor! But... what title will you give me?

Chenghu said to Baocheng earnestly, "Baocheng, look at Xiaowu, and then look at yourself! Xiaowu is so well-behaved and obedient.

Yinzhen sat obediently behind the desk and helped his brother deal with memorials.

After hearing this, Yinreng curled his lips and looked at Yinzhen, muttering softly, "Xiaowu has always been so quiet and willing to please others." Chenghu, with his sharp ears, heard it and coughed lightly, "Baocheng, don't talk nonsense. Xiaowu is serious about his work, you should learn from him."

Yinreng puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, but dared not say anything more. Although he was still somewhat reluctant, thinking of the matter of the title, he could only suppress his thoughts temporarily and devote himself to processing the memorials, hoping to get the promotion opportunity promised by Chenghu as soon as possible.

Yinzhen gently flipped open a thick memorial, his eyes quickly scanning the densely packed text. His brow furrowed slightly, as if puzzled by the contents. After a moment's thought, he picked up the memorial and walked steadily towards a nearby location.

Walking up to Chenghu, Yinzhen bowed slightly, then handed the memorial in his hand forward and asked softly: "Brother, after reading this memorial for the first time, I really don't know how to approve it. I hope you can give me some advice." After that, he stood quietly aside, waiting for Chenghu's response.

Chenghu took the memorial and read it carefully, his eyes focused and penetrating. After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Yinzhen gently, and said, "Xiaowu, the matter involved in this memorial is of great importance and must be treated with caution. It concerns the allocation of funds for water conservancy projects. We must consider the needs of the local people while preventing corrupt officials from profiting from it."

Yinreng listened from the side, secretly delighted, thinking this was a good opportunity to show off. He quickly came over and interrupted, "Brother, in my opinion, we should send someone we trust to supervise. Only in this way can we ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Cheng Hu shook his head slightly. "Bao Cheng, this matter is not that simple. Even the people closest to you may have been bribed."

Yinzhen pondered for a moment and said, "Brother, can we select honest and upright people from the people to participate in supervision, and add court officials to check and balance each other?"

Chenghu's eyes flashed with appreciation, "Xiaowu, this is a good idea. Baocheng, do you understand the logic behind it?"

Yinreng nodded somewhat awkwardly.

Cheng Hu continued, "Study hard, and if you can truly achieve something in the future, a title of nobility will be within your reach."

Yinreng and Yinzhen responded in unison: "We will follow my brother's instructions." Then, the two of them buried their heads in the memorials, each trying hard to perform with their own thoughts.

Yinreng frowned slightly and gently flipped open the thick memorial. His eyes quickly scanned the densely packed text, but after a fleeting glance, he paused. Then, he slowly picked up a nearby brush, dipped it in ink, took a deep breath, and began to write, imitating his brother's handwriting.

His wrist flexed, the tip of his pen dancing lightly across the paper. Every stroke was meticulously crafted to resemble his brother's, from the thickness of the strokes to the structure of the characters, even the spacing and slant between the letters.

When Yinreng was concentrating on imitating the handwriting, Yinzhen happened to look up and saw what Yinreng was doing.

At this time, Chenghu seemed to have noticed something strange and asked, "Baocheng, what are you writing?" Yinreng was startled and almost dropped the pen in his hand. He pretended to be calm and said, "Brother, I just suddenly thought of some ideas for annotations, and I wrote them down first for fear of forgetting them." Chenghu looked at him suspiciously and said, "Let me see it." Yinreng had no choice but to hand it over. Chenghu looked at it carefully. Although he felt that the handwriting was somewhat similar to his own, there was nothing wrong with the content of the annotations. He looked at Yinreng and said, "Why are you imitating my handwriting?"

Yinreng: "We can't let the ministers find out that the memorial wasn't approved by my brother."

Chenghu: "You, by the way, can Xiaowu imitate?" Looking at his younger brother who was reviewing memorials on the side.