Rebirth: I'm a Daddy's Darling in the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 220 Your son and you are of one heart; you and your son should use your brains.

The way you're saying this makes it sound like you used to get a drink every year during the New Year. Although Emperor Kangxi really didn't want to see Yinzhu drunk and acting like a monkey, he still said that he was a kind father. His son wasn't wrong; he just didn't have a high alcohol tolerance. It wasn't like he would get drunk after just one drink. It's the New Year, so why spoil the fun for the child?

"It's the Spring Festival today, so it's not impossible for you to have a drink if you want, but we have to agree that it's just one cup. After you finish it, you're not allowed to pester me anymore, understand?"

Yinzhuo's behavior at this moment can be summed up in two words—well-behaved. Hearing Kangxi's words, he nodded, beckoned Dexi to get him a cup, and then continued to bargain with his father.

“Father, I promise you, I will absolutely keep my word, I won’t drink too much, one cup means one cup…”

Yinzhuo's assurance was quite gratifying to Kangxi, but his relief vanished as soon as Dexi brought over the cup.

"Yinzuo, is this the cup you were talking about? Do you know what the consequences will be if you drink this cup? Do you want our family banquet to turn into a place for street performers to sell their skills?"

It's no wonder Kangxi said that; the cup he understood was completely different from the cup Yinzhuo understood. Was his cup even a cup? To call it a cup would be an understatement.

Yinzhuo glanced at Kangxi, who looked disapproving, then at the jade cup in Dexi's hands, and awkwardly touched his nose.

"Father, just tell me if it's a wine cup or not. I promise you, I really will only drink from this one cup. Father, look at all those brothers down there drinking wine, and I'm the only one drinking tea. How embarrassing for me..."

Although Yinzhuo's words made sense, and the jade cup he held was indeed a type of wine cup, Kangxi still dared not easily agree.

"Yinzuo, you always tell me that a true man can bend and stretch, so I suppose face isn't the most important thing to you. Listen to your father, let's not drink this wine today. What's so good about this wine? It's spicy, and drinking too much of it makes you feel unwell. Let's not drink it."

"Are you kidding me? I've already done all ninety-nine prostrations. How can I let it all go to waste if I falter at the last moment?" Yinzhuo looked up at the jade cup he was holding, waved regretfully at him to let him take it away, then took the cup from the table and held it out to Liang Jiugong so he could fill it up.

The wine pot was still the same wine pot, but the amazing thing was that the wine pot that could only pour out plain water was now pouring out wine. Well, Yinzhuo held the wine cup and stared blankly for a while. He put down the cup in his hand and quickly grabbed the cup in front of Kangxi. He brought it to his nose and smelled it. He almost shed a golden tear on the spot.

“Father, you have deceived your son so badly. Your son is of one heart with you, but you are using your brain against him. Please explain to your son why, from the same wine pot, my cup contains water while your cup contains wine.”

Explain? How to explain? Upon hearing this, Kangxi turned to Liang Jiugong beside him, pointed at him, and said to Yinzhuo.

"Ask him; the wine jug is in his hands, he knows best..."

No, I don't know, Your Majesty. Why is it that when you two are fighting, it's this servant who has to be sacrificed in the end? Even though Liang Jiugong was almost crying inside, he couldn't help but stammer and think of how to explain when faced with Yinzhuo's inquiring eyes.

As the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right? Did you watch all those period dramas about Yinzhu for nothing? Why can one wine pot pour out two different things? Isn't it obvious? There's only one truth: the wine pot Liang Jiugong is holding isn't an ordinary wine pot, but the famous Mandarin Duck Pot from period dramas.

"Alright, Eunuch Liang, you don't need to rack your brains trying to fool me anymore. I'm educated, you know? I know about the Mandarin Duck Teapot, huh? Well, I see now. Old ginger is indeed spicier. It seems Father was already on guard against my son and you pulling this trick. It's really kind of you to come up with such a method. I was so touched just now, I never expected you to trick me..."

Although Yinzhuo looked dejected and was still complaining, his actions were decisive. He poured the wine from his father's cup into his own mouth, finished his drink, put the cup down in front of his father, picked up his own cup, stood up, snorted, and turned to walk downstairs.

"You little brat, you think you can fool me with such a simple trick? I'll let it slide this time since it's New Year's Day. Liang Jiugong, send someone to follow him. He's not allowed to drink any more after he finishes this cup of wine."

Yinzhuo naturally knew that his little tricks couldn't fool his father's eyes, so he slipped away as quickly as possible. Don't be fooled by how heartily Yinzhuo drank from Kangxi's cup earlier; now, as he drank from his own cup, he was much more shrewd. He knew perfectly well that this cup of wine was his final act at this banquet; every sip was one less to drink, and once it was gone, it would be gone forever.

Unlike Yinzhuo, who was taking sips of wine, his brothers were drinking and eating heartily. Not only were they enjoying themselves, but this brat, the Fourteenth Prince, came over to his Sixth Brother's place with his wine cup, looking for trouble.

"Sixth Brother, let me offer you a toast. I'll drink it all, you can drink as you please..."

Yinzhuo glanced at the Fourteenth Prince, who had downed his drink in one gulp, then looked at the only cup of wine he had tonight in his hand. He carefully placed the cup on the table, raised his hand, and gave the Fourteenth Prince a big slap on the back. If it were someone else, Yinzhuo might have held back a bit, but when it came to the Fourteenth Prince, he didn't hold back at all. The loud slap on the back immediately attracted the attention of those around him.

"Hey, big brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, you all eat and drink as you please. I just saw a mosquito on Fourteen's back and swatted it for him. This young man is really strong. Look at him, he still attracts mosquitoes even in the middle of winter."

As Yinzhuo finished speaking, another crisp sound rang out. It was obvious that the mosquito on the Fourteenth Brother's back was quite resilient. The Fourteenth Brother, having been given a couple of whacks by his Sixth Brother, finally realized what had happened. He wondered why his Ninth Brother had been urging him to toast his Sixth Brother. It turned out it was intentional, right? It was definitely intentional.

"Sixth Brother, why did you hit me? Ninth Brother just told me to..."

Fourteenth Prince was hit on the back again before he could finish speaking. After the hit, Yinzhuo rubbed his sore hand and tapped Fourteenth Prince's forehead with his fingers.

"Then we should fight even more! Your Ninth Brother told you to come, and you came? Where's your brain? Can't you think for yourself? You probably got eaten by a zombie while you were sleeping in the middle of the night, come here and let Sixth Brother take a look..."