Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Kangxi brought his men to the Kunning Palace.

Chunyu and the other palace maids said, "We, the servants, pay our respects to the Emperor."

Kangxi: "Get up." He strode into the bedroom.

Cheng Hu stretched out his tender little hand and gently wiped the tears from his mother's eyes. He said in a gentle voice, "Mother, please don't be sad anymore. I've heard from Aunt Chunyu that the imperial physician said your eyes are damaged from excessive grief. If you continue crying like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to see your son again."

Qingyao: "Mother, I will listen to you."

Kangxi gently pushed open the door, stepped into the bedroom, and called out softly, "Chenghu, my lord."

Chenghu: "My son pays his respects to Father."

Qingyao: "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you."

Kangxi strode to the phoenix couch and sat down: "Stop it now."

Cheng Hu: "Father, I will return to Yuqing Palace first."

Emperor Kangxi said casually, "Go back to Yuqing Palace and comfort Baocheng and Yuanyuan. They are in a bad mood right now and need your comfort."

Cheng Hu: "Yes. I will go back and comfort my two brothers."

Kangxi: "Go ahead." He waved his hand to signal him to leave.

Chenghu stood up and left the bedroom.

Kangxi stared intently at his son's receding figure. Then he turned and gently embraced his wife, saying softly, "My dear, this is only the first time. I will never do it again. If you continue to neglect your health like this, I will be furious."

Qingyao lowered her head slightly and said softly, "It is all because of my fault that I have caused my husband to worry so much. I feel deeply guilty."

Kangxi: "My son has returned. From today on, you must eat well, rest and recuperate. Tomorrow I will summon the imperial physician to see if there is any way to improve your eyesight."

Qingyao sighed softly, "If the imperial physician had a good plan, why would we have to wait until now?"

Kangxi said affectionately, "My dear, can you really bear to never see your husband again?"

Qingyao deliberately said: "How can I bear it? This way, I won't be able to see my husband grow old. In my heart, my husband will still be young."

Kangxi said helplessly: "You."

Qingyao leaned obediently in his arms: "Husband, can you stay in Kunning Palace with me tonight?"

Kangxi: "Of course, it's the beginning of the month, so we should be in Kunning Palace."

Yuqing Palace

Chenghu stepped lightly into the courtyard of Yuqing Palace. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it the tranquility and solemnity unique to the palace.

He Zhu was sharp-eyed and immediately spotted the figure of the person coming. He quickly knelt down and said respectfully, "Your servant is here to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. May His Highness be blessed with good health and happiness."

Cheng Hu: "He Zhu, get up. Where are the Third and Fifth Princes?"

He Zhu: "In reply to the Crown Prince, the two princes are in your bedroom. When you are not here, the two princes will live in your bedroom."

Cheng Hu nodded gently, a firm look in his eyes: "I understand." Then, he took strong steps and walked steadily towards the bedroom. When he reached the door, he gently pushed it open and stepped inside. In front of him, his two younger brothers were cuddling together, holding his clothes in their hands.

Yinreng's words were cold and decisive, like an insurmountable barrier: "My master said, no one can enter, leave immediately!" He didn't even raise his head, and his voice revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Cheng Hu felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He looked at his lovely brother tenderly and said softly, "Baocheng, it's me, brother."

Yinreng heard the familiar yet unbelievable voice and slowly raised his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. When his sight fell on the figure at the door, his eyes could not help but moisten. He murmured to himself: "Brother, you are a bad guy, how could you cheat the insurance company?"

Seeing the tears in his brother's eyes, Chenghu's heart tightened. He quickly stepped forward and hugged his two brothers tightly. He gently stroked his brother's back, his voice full of tenderness and apology: "Baocheng, don't cry, it's my fault."

When little Yinzhen heard Chenghu's familiar voice, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He burst into tears and accused him with a choked voice, "Brother, you are bad."

Cheng Hu gently caressed his two younger brothers, who were like precious jewels, and coaxed them with a soft voice full of tenderness: "It's my fault, my little darlings, don't cry, be good."