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

Chapter 212 Young eagles will leave the nest when they grow up.

If Yinzhi's life could be described in one word, it would be "stable." Yes, you read that right, "stable." Every day was uneventful and comfortable, almost perfectly peaceful. Spring came and autumn went, winter came and summer went, and another year passed. It was now the 41st year of Kangxi's reign. If you asked Kangxi what the most important thing in the 41st year was, he would definitely tell you—the marriage of the sixth prince. That's right, in the 41st year of Kangxi's reign, our Prince Zhao was finally going to be taken.

As a son highly valued by Emperor Kangxi, the Ministry of Rites took great care in organizing Yinzhuo's wedding. Preparations began in the early part of the fortieth year of Kangxi's reign and were not finalized until the early spring of the forty-first year. Now, everything was ready, and only the final step was needed.

"Father, your son doesn't want to move out. Once he leaves the palace, it will be difficult for him to see you again."

Kangxi glanced helplessly at Yinzhuo, who was clinging to his arm and acting spoiled, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, forcefully pulled his arm out of Yinzhuo's embrace, and said with a smile.

"Don't talk childishly. How can a fledgling eagle stay in the nest when it's all grown up? Father will always be here. I'll give you a token. You can come into the palace anytime you want."

This time, Yinzhuo wasn't playing his father. He was about to move away from the place he had lived in for more than ten years. Even though he knew that a bigger and better palace awaited him outside, Yinzhuo couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. Moreover, since he had transmigrated, he had spent almost every day with Kangxi. Although moving outside the palace didn't mean that he would never see Kangxi again, it was still very different, wasn't it?

“Father, your son feels he is still young and doesn’t want to leave you.”

Good heavens, Yinzhuo's reluctance to leave almost broke his father Kangxi's composure. Fortunately, after all, he had been emperor for so many years, and composure was a professional quality ingrained in his DNA. He took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and then pretended to be nonchalant.

"What do you mean 'little'? You're about to get married, and you still call yourself a little kid? Get up right now! What kind of man are you, all all cuddly and clingy?"

The heartwarming scene of Kangxi and Yinzhuo's deep father-son affection left the princes sitting nearby, including Yinti, Yinzhi, Yinzhen, and Yinqi, with mixed feelings. "No, Father, we're still sitting here! Did you call us here to discuss tomorrow's wedding arrangements? I think you just invited us to watch you show off your fatherly love. Don't you even consider our feelings? If you continue to be so willful, we… never mind, we wouldn't dare rebel against you anyway."

Compared to the mixed feelings in Yinti's heart, Yinreng's mentality was quite stable. After all, his father's love had not been lost. He was also the type to favor his father. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit gloomy, Yinreng had no choice but to stand up and speak.

"Alright, Sixth Brother, didn't Father say that you can come to the palace to see him anytime you miss him? It's getting late now, and you have to get up early tomorrow morning to work. Why don't we go back and rest first?"

Yinzhuo was not unfamiliar with the specific procedures of a prince's wedding. After all, he had so many older brothers. Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Just thinking about the complicated and tedious procedures of a prince's wedding made Yinzhuo feel like all his strength had been drained.

"Father, your son doesn't want to move. Could you please let him stay for the night?"

Kangxi was currently reluctant to part with his precious son, so he naturally wouldn't refuse Yinzhuo's request. Upon hearing this, he beckoned Liang Jiugong over and whispered a few instructions to him. After watching Liang Jiugong leave in a hurry, he turned to look at Yinti and the others sitting to the side.

"It's getting late today, you should all go back and rest. Go to the palace early tomorrow morning. Yinqi, you are more familiar with the wedding process, and Yinsi, you are usually the most meticulous. Tomorrow, one of you will stay at Yinzuo's residence to help the Ministry of Rites with the process, and the other will stay by your sixth brother's side to remind him. Make sure he doesn't make any mistakes."

When Yinqi and Yinsi were called upon, they hurriedly stood up, bowed, and accepted the order. Yinti and the others also stood up, bowed to Kangxi, and took their leave. After the group left in a flurry, only Kangxi and his son Yinzuo remained in the large flower hall.

"Alright, stop lying here like a spineless wretch. Get up, go to the back to wash up, and then go to the side hall to rest. I've already sent Liang Jiugong to inform the Ministry of Rites, and they will deliver the items directly to the Qianqing Palace tomorrow morning."

Despite Kangxi's feigned seriousness, Yinzhuo was not afraid at all. Upon hearing this, he simply changed from leaning against Kangxi to sitting up straight.

"Father, starting tomorrow, your son will be moving out of the palace. After that, it will be difficult for him to stay with you like this. Are you sure you want to send him away now?"

Kangxi was a traditional Chinese father at heart. Even though he was reluctant to part with Yinzhuo, he didn't say a soft word and his face was full of displeasure. When he heard Yinzhuo's words, he raised his hand and waved at Yinzhuo.

"Ha, you make it sound like I care about you so much. Hurry up and get out of here. I don't know how much more peaceful I'll be without you bothering me..."

Yinzhu tilted his head and stared at his father for a long time, trying to discern from his expression whether his words were true or false. But as the saying goes, Kangxi had held power for many years and had long since mastered the art of keeping his emotions hidden. It would be strange if Yinzhu could read anything from his face.

"Alright, since Father doesn't care about his son hanging around in front of you, then I'll be leaving. If you miss your son in the future, just have Eunuch Liang send someone to call me outside the palace. Anyway, I don't have much to do, and I have plenty of time... Father, if you don't keep your son here, then I'll really be leaving."

Kangxi, seemingly too lazy to even glance at Yinzhuo, picked up a book from the table beside him and pretended to read it. Yinzhuo glanced at his father's hand holding the book, his lips twitched, and he stood up, bowed to Kangxi, and turned to walk towards the side hall. When he reached the entrance of the flower hall, he stopped and turned to look in his father's direction.

"Well... Father, although I know it's not very good to do this, I've thought about it and I still feel I should remind you that reading at night is hard on your eyes, and reading backwards is even harder. If you can't read this book, we can read it tomorrow."

Kangxi was taken aback upon hearing this. He glanced at Yinzhuo at the entrance of the flower hall, then looked down at the book he was holding upside down. He raised the book as if to throw it at Yinzhuo.

"So what if I've recently taken a liking to reading books upside down? The Qianqing Palace is brightly lit, why would it strain my eyes to read? My eyesight is perfectly fine."

Heh, you're being stubborn. What can you do if you say you're reluctant to part with it? You even like to read books backwards, huh? Fine, since you're my dad, I'll let you off this time.

"Alright, since reading books backwards is Father's hobby, then I won't worry about it anymore. Sigh, everyone says I'm stubborn, but it seems I've inherited it."