Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Cheng Hu: "Bao Cheng, please help me think of a reign title. I haven't decided yet. Please help me think of one. I have an imperial edict in my hand."

Yinreng: "Well... let me help you think about it. How about Yongning? It means eternal peace for our Qing Dynasty. What do you think?"

Cheng Hu frowned slightly and shook his head. "Yongning is good, but it's a bit ordinary. This reign title is to be recorded in history, so it needs to be unique and auspicious."

Yinreng: "This is unlucky! It would be much better if we could live in peace forever without war."

Chenghu patted Yinreng on the shoulder and said, "Brother, this reign title should not only convey peace, but also prosperity. Peace alone isn't enough." Yinreng tilted his head in thought, his eyes lighting up as he said, "How about 'Shengping'? It conveys the image of prosperity and peace, and it's also easy to pronounce."

Chenghu held his chin with his hand, pondered for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "This is better than the previous one, but it still lacks a bit of charm." Yinreng was a little frustrated and muttered: "This is not good, that is not good, brother, you are too difficult to please."

Chenghu raised his hand, touched Yinreng's head and coaxed him softly: "Be good, don't feel wronged anymore."

Yinreng snorted coldly: "Hmph!" His handsome face was now full of dissatisfaction, and he continued: "Brother, you actually think that the reign title I thought of is not good enough? In that case, then you can think about it yourself! Or, you can go and ask my sister-in-law for advice. Anyway, I will not help you with this anymore!" After that, Yinreng left the Yangxin Palace angrily.

Chenghu stood there with a helpless look on his face. He shook his head slowly, his eyes closely following the back of his younger brother who was walking away in a bad mood.

Prince Yong's Mansion

Yinzhen sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes gently gazing at his wife's innocent face as she slept. He carefully reached out and gently lifted the quilt that had fallen onto his wife's shoulders, then carefully tucked it in.

After finishing all this, Yinzhen slowly stood up, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and gently closed the door. He turned to look at Su Peisheng, who had been waiting outside the door, and whispered, "Su Peisheng, quickly go and get the court doctor. Tell him that Fu Jin has been a little sleepy lately and ask him to come and see what's going on. Remember, don't make any noise, so as not to disturb Fu Jin's rest."

Su Peisheng quickly bowed in agreement and then hurried away to carry out the task assigned by Yinzhen.

The court doctor soon arrived, following Su Peisheng. Yinzhen took him into the bedroom. The court doctor carefully took Wu Xiha's pulse. After a moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face. After bowing to Yinzhen, he said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is pregnant."

Yinzhen was stunned at first, then overjoyed. "I'm going to be a father?" His voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement. "Yes, Your Highness. But the wife is a little weak and needs careful care during this period," the court physician replied respectfully. Yinzhen nodded repeatedly, rewarded the court physician with a lot of money, sent him away, and quietly returned to the house. Sitting by the bed, looking at the wife's sleeping face, his eyes became even more gentle and tender, and he secretly vowed to protect them and their child.

Chenghu, on his part, still couldn't come up with a suitable reign title. A few days later, at court, ministers offered suggestions. Some titles were too obscure, others lacked depth. Chenghu, feeling frustrated, decided to relax at Prince Yong's mansion after court.

Upon arriving at the palace, Yinzhen warmly welcomed him. Chenghu, noticing the unconcealed joy on Yinzhen's face, jokingly asked, "How are you?" Yinzhen then informed Chenghu of his wife's pregnancy. Chenghu, delighted, smiled and congratulated him.

Yinzhen frowned slightly, looked at Chenghu with concern, and asked softly, "Brother, are you worried about something? If you need any help, just tell me. Just let He Zhu pass on the message, and I will go to the palace immediately and will not delay for a moment." His tone was sincere and firm, as if he was willing to go through fire and water as long as his brother gave the order.

Chenghu sat leisurely on a stone bench in the pavilion of his mansion, his gaze casually gazing at the distant scenery. He tilted his head slightly to look at his younger brother, who sat upright beside him, and said softly, "This is the beginning of a new dynasty, and there are many complicated matters. But I still haven't decided on a reign title. Xiaowu, please help me think about it." After saying this, he sighed softly, as if he was troubled by the problem.

Yinzhen: "Well... not as good as Qianxi: combining the dignity and dominance of "Qian" with the prosperity and peace of "Xi", it fully demonstrates the prosperity under the majesty of imperial power, which fits the pattern of the country's peak strength and the emperor's dominance over the world."

Cheng Hu: "Qianxi is quite good, Xiaowu, thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what to do with this reign title."

Yinzhen: "I'm glad I could help my brother." At this time, Su Peisheng came to report that Fu Jin had woken up.

Yinzhen apologized: "Brother, Wu Xiha has woken up. I will go to check on him. I won't accompany you for a walk."

Chenghu: "It's okay, we are all family. If you need anything, just tell me, brother. Don't let me worry about you." He raised his hand and patted Yinzhen's shoulder, then stood up and prepared to return to the palace.