Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Kangxi's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief as he roared, "What? The Empress?! How come I've never heard of this? My dear... in what year did she pass away? And why did she die? Tell me! I want to know everything!" His voice trembled, as if he couldn't accept this sudden news. He clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged, revealing his extreme shock.

Xuanye: "It was Empress Yuan. Hesheli died on the third day of the fifth month of the thirteenth year, at the hour of Shen, after giving birth. She left behind a son, Yinreng, also known as Baocheng."

Kangxi: "Let's go back to Kunning Palace together first. I will find a way to send you back." At this time, he just wanted to see Qingyao as soon as possible.

Xuanye: "Let's go." Follow him.

Kunning Palace

After entering Kunning Palace, Kangxi looked around but could not find Qingyao.

Kangxi asked anxiously, "Where is the queen? Where is she?"

Qingyao heard the voice and came out from the inner hall to see him: "Your Majesty, what is our legitimate son's nickname? And how many princes have I given birth to for you?"

Kangxi: "Our legitimate son's full name is Chenghu, and his nickname is Tuantuan. You gave me five sons and one daughter, and Chunxi is also our son."

Qingyao rushed forward and threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist: "Yes...you are my real husband, not a fake one."

Kangxi tightly embraced Qingyao with both arms, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear. He lowered his head slightly and whispered, "I am, of course, your true husband. The person you saw in the Imperial Garden was not the real me, but the me from another world. It's quite strange that he came to our world inexplicably."

Qingyao said coquettishly, "Oh, so that's how it is. My husband, please loosen up a little. It hurts me so much." After saying that, she gently raised her white little hand and patted Kangxi's solid and broad chest.

Kangxi's heart softened when he heard Qingyao's words, but his hands only relaxed slightly, still holding the beautiful woman tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go. He lowered his head and gazed at Qingyao's beautiful face, his eyes full of affection and doting.

Qingyao nestled obediently in Kangxi's warm and broad embrace. She tilted her head slightly upwards, looking at him and softly asking, "My dear husband, what on earth were you talking about just now?" Then, with a slight frown on her face, she continued with a displeased expression, mumbling, "How strange! That person actually said I'd been dead for over a decade, and yet I'm still here. My dear husband, if you have some free time, please go and find out what's going on for me." She snorted angrily, expressing her deep dissatisfaction and grievance.

Kangxi looked at Qingyao solemnly and spoke slowly, "Tell me everything the two of them just said. They were talking about his queen, and that queen is you from another world. Back then, after giving birth to our legitimate son, Yinreng, you unfortunately passed away.

Qingyao frowned slightly and said softly, "What a coincidence! He actually has the same name as our Baocheng. But Baocheng over there is a little pitiful. From the moment he was born, he has never seen his biological mother. Just think how lonely and helpless this child must be! Sigh... It really makes me feel so sad!" She sighed softly, a trace of pity in her eyes.

Kangxi gently stroked Qingyao's hair and comforted her, "Don't be too sad. Perhaps it's fate playing tricks on you. But you are safe here by my side. I will never let you suffer even a little bit."

Qingyao nodded slightly, and a gleam of unparalleled determination suddenly flashed in her beautiful eyes, as dazzling as the bright stars in the night sky. She parted her red lips and said softly, "My dear husband, I want to see you. Is that okay? Please come with me." Then, she delicately extended her small hand and gently grasped his, gazing at him expectantly.

Kangxi: "Just ask him to come to the main hall. Why do you have to go there in person?"

Qingyao shook her head and said, "My husband, I still want to go and see him. After all, although he is you from another world, I always feel that I have a close connection with him." Kangxi looked at Qingyao's determined expression and nodded helplessly.

Soon, the Kangxi from another world was brought to Kunning Palace. Qingyao looked at him curiously, only to find that his face was similar to her husband's, but with an indescribable loneliness.

Qingyao stepped forward and bowed, "Greetings, Your Majesty." Kangxi quickly stepped aside and said, "No need for formalities. You look exactly like my queen. I am relieved to see that you are well."

At this time, Kangxi took Qingyao's hand and said to his other self: "I asked you to come here today to satisfy the Queen's curiosity. But please don't break the rules here."

The other Kangxi smiled bitterly, "I understand. I just wanted to take one last look at this familiar face." He then looked deeply at Qingyao and turned to leave. Qingyao's heart moved and she stopped him, "Your Majesty, when you return, remember to treat your empress's child well. He's so pitiful that he's never seen his mother since he was born. If you treat him badly, aren't you afraid that he'll come looking for you in his dreams?"

The other Kangxi stopped and turned back slightly, "I know it myself, there is no need for you to remind me." After that, he left resolutely.

Qingyao watched him walk away, a strange melancholy rising in her heart. Kangxi held her hand tightly, "Don't think too much, he will eventually return to his world." Qingyao replied softly.

A few days later, Qingyao was taking a nap in Kunning Palace when she suddenly dreamed of a scene from another world. She saw little Yinreng crying alone, with no one around to pay attention. When she woke up, Qingyao was filled with worry.

When Kangxi learned about this, he consoled her by saying, "That is ultimately a matter of another world. Perhaps it was just a dream."

Qingyao: "I hope that poor child can live a better life."

Kangxi held her in his arms and stroked her back gently: "Be good, stop imagining nonsense. If he doesn't treat his legitimate son better, he won't be able to see his empress for a hundred years."

Qingyao raised her head slightly, a smile of happiness and satisfaction on her face, and said softly, "My husband is still the best! He not only cares for me and cherishes me, but also takes good care of the prince we gave birth to. Having such a considerate and child-loving husband is truly the greatest blessing in my life!"