Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Guanlan Pavilion

Kangxi strode into the bedroom. His eyes were as sharp as torches, staring straight at the beautiful woman who was sitting beside the bed embroidering. He said, "My dear, I haven't seen the ginseng chicken soup you sent me in the past few days. I miss you so much!" After saying that, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a doting smile.

Qingyao slowly put down the object in her hand, then slightly bent her knees, folded her hands at her sides, respectfully performed a standard court salute, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." Her gentle voice revealed a hint of panic and uneasiness.

Qingyao raised her head, looked at the extremely noble person in front of her with a somewhat evasive gaze, then quickly lowered her eyes and continued cautiously: "I really dare not send any more food to your Majesty! Before, it was only because I felt sorry for your hard work and fatigue in state affairs all day long, so I dared to send you ginseng chicken soup to replenish your body. Who would have thought that it would attract so much gossip, and some people even slandered me for having evil intentions and attempting to kill the king! I am just a weak woman, how could I have such courage? I can never bear this crime, and my natal family, the Hesheli clan, can't bear it either." At this point, Qingyao couldn't help but tremble slightly, as if she was really frightened.

Upon hearing this, Kangxi frowned and snorted coldly, "I am the Son of Heaven. If I say you are innocent, then you are innocent. I will deal with those who gossip about you." A hint of surprise flashed in Qingyao's eyes, and she hurriedly bowed again to express her gratitude, "Your Majesty is wise." Kangxi stepped forward to help Qingyao up, pulled her to sit down with him, and looked at her meaningfully, "Don't be afraid, my dear. I know how you feel. I've been busy with state affairs recently and neglected you. You have suffered."

Qingyao reached out and gently embraced Kangxi's strong waist, coquettishly resting her head on his broad chest. Her eyes were slightly red, and she was about to cry. With a heart full of grievances, she murmured softly: "Husband, how can you be so distrustful of me? You even went to summon the imperial physician to examine the chicken soup I personally made for you! Do you think I am so unbearable in your heart? This makes me so sad..."

Kangxi gently stroked Qingyao's hair and said softly, "It's my fault. I'm also upset by the affairs of the court. The chicken soup incident was originally a small matter, but it was exploited by those with ulterior motives. I have to be cautious." Qingyao raised her head slightly, looking at Kangxi with tears in her eyes. "Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, and I naturally understand. But I only hope to take good care of His Majesty and don't want to be involved in this unnecessary right and wrong."

Kangxi bent down and kissed Qingyao's forehead, and whispered to comfort her: "Don't worry, my dear, I will never let this happen again." Qingyao burst into laughter and snuggled up to him a little closer.

At this moment, a eunuch arrived to announce that Concubine Yi had requested an audience. Qingyao's eyes instantly grew wary. Kangxi, observing this, patted her hand, signaling that it was all right. Concubine Yi entered, and seeing the Emperor and Empress's intimacy, she felt a surge of jealousy, but she still smiled and saluted.

"Sister, you look truly radiant today. It seems the Emperor's favor is truly unmatched," Concubine Yi said seemingly casually. Qingyao was about to respond when Kangxi spoke first, "It's entirely up to me who I favor. If you have nothing else to do, please leave." Concubine Yi gritted her teeth, glanced at Qingyao unwillingly, and then excused herself.

After Concubine Yi left, Qingyao looked at Kangxi worriedly, "Your Majesty, I have made too many enemies in this palace, and I'm afraid there will be many troubles in the future." Kangxi held her hand tightly, "Since I am protecting you, I will not be afraid of those evil spirits. As long as you are loyal to me, I will protect you." Qingyao nodded with emotion, feeling a little relieved.

Kangxi gazed at the woman in front of him affectionately and said slowly: "My dear, you just have to relax. After the mourning period is over, I will take the initiative to abdicate and pass the throne to our son. Then, I can leave this palace with you without any worries and go to see the mountains, rivers, customs and people in the vast world outside. From now on, stay away from the disputes in the court and live a free and easy life that belongs only to you and me." As he spoke, he gently held the woman's hand, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.

The Third Prince's Mansion

After a long day at the Ministry of Rites, Yinreng finally finished all his business. He slowly left the Ministry, looking slightly exhausted, and boarded a carriage, speeding towards his residence. Along the way, Yinreng leaned back in the carriage, his eyes closed, his mind still mulling over the various problems he had encountered that day and their solutions.

When the carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion, Yinreng quickly opened his eyes and stood up and got out. Without stopping, he walked straight through the front yard and headed towards the main courtyard. The servants along the way greeted Yinreng, but Yinreng only nodded slightly and kept walking. Soon, he arrived at the main courtyard door, gently pushed it open and walked in.

Yaliqi was reclining on the couch, taking a nap, when suddenly, she heard the sound of soft footsteps. She opened her eyes slightly, listened carefully, and after confirming that it was a familiar sound, a faint smile played on her lips. She gently raised her hand, supported Binglan's arm beside her, and slowly stood up.

Yaliqi tidied her slightly messy hair and skirt, then walked out of the bedroom. When her eyes fell on the man at the door, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Husband, you're back."