EBE Chapter 221 Beloved Grandson and Washed-Up Son
Chapter 221 Beloved Grandson and Washed-Up Son
Because of Kangxi's strict precautions, Yinzhuo did not touch any alcohol except for the cup of wine in his hand until the end of the family banquet in Qianqing Palace. After the banquet, as usual, he went to Yonghe Palace to keep vigil for the New Year. This year was different from previous years because there were two more people keeping vigil together, of course, if the little embryo in Urentuya's belly could be considered a person.
"Father, Sixth Uncle, Fourteenth Uncle, come in quickly! Grandma, Mother, and Aunt are all waiting for you. Grandma, Father and the others are back. You can tell the kitchen to cook dumplings now."
The little dumpling who used to stumble and stagger when he ran just a few years ago is now seven years old and has grown to almost reach Yinzuo's waist. Yinzuo glanced at the little guy who was shouting into the house with a smile, raised his hand to beckon him to his side, and patted the little guy's head.
"Look how anxious you are, kid. Your grandma loves you so much, how could she let you go hungry? Come here, let Uncle Liu give you a hug and see how much you ate tonight."
Over the years, Yinzhen only had one legitimate son, Honghui. Whether it was Consort De, or Yinzuo and the Fourteenth Prince, they all doted on this grandson and nephew. The little guy was very familiar with his uncle Yinzuo, and upon hearing him say that, he immediately opened his arms, waiting for his sixth uncle to hug him.
Fourteen drank quite a bit of wine at the family banquet today. Although he wasn't drunk, he was a little dazed. When he saw Honghui open his arms, he thought the little guy wanted him to carry him as usual. He immediately stepped forward, picked up the little guy, and carried him on his shoulder as they ran around in the courtyard.
"Fourteen, you better watch your step, or you'll fall and hurt your mother's precious grandson. You, her washed-up son, might not be able to withstand her wrath..."
If it weren't for the fact that the Fourteenth Prince is such a show-off and a crazy person, it would have been better if Yinzuo hadn't reminded him. Upon hearing Yinzuo's words, he grabbed Honghui under his armpits and pulled him from his shoulders into his arms. Seeing the little guy looking at him with a grin, he raised his hand and tossed him into the air, then caught him steadily in his arms.
"See, Sixth Brother? Even though I've had some drinks, I'm still pretty steady on my feet. Honghui, do you still want to keep playing? Come on, get ready, we're about to take off!"
Yinzhuo glanced at Honghui, who was being carried around the courtyard by the Fourteenth Prince, then turned to look at Yinzhen, who was watching their antics with a smile. He sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. On the sixth day of the sixth month of the forty-third year of Kangxi's reign, Honghui died young, at the age of eight… Looking at this heartwarming scene before him, and then thinking of that cold line of text in history, Yinzhuo had never felt the gap between reality and history more acutely since his transmigration. That cold line of text in history, translated into reality, represented a living, breathing person—his family…
"Fourth Brother, Honghui will be eight years old next year and will be going to the palace to study, right? Your place is too far away. The child will have to get up so early every day. My place is closer to the palace. Why don't we let him stay at my place when he goes to school and come back to your place during the holidays? That way, the child can sleep a little longer in the morning."
Honghui was Yinzhen's only legitimate son, and he placed high hopes on this child. Although Yinzhen was not good at expressing himself, there was no doubt about his love for this son. He and Yinzuo had always had a close relationship, so it wouldn't be impossible for the child to live in his residence, except...
“Your method isn’t entirely unworkable. It’s alright in the summer, but getting up so early in the winter is really tough on the child. However, Sixth Brother, Fourth Brother only has one legitimate son now. I’m afraid you’ll raise him to be just like you…”
Yinzhu stared at Yinzhen with a blank smile for a long while, then rolled his eyes at his fourth brother in a very unladylike manner. "Heh, don't worry, leave the son to me, I'll definitely lead him astray..."
"Look at what Fourth Brother is saying! What's wrong with me? I think I'm great! Everyone loves me, flowers bloom for me, cars would get flat tires just looking at me! I'm so popular, you can only dream of having this kind of good relationships. What's wrong with being like me? If you ask me, it would be better to be like me! It's better than being like you, with an ice-cold face and a workaholic..."
No, it was just a joke, why are you getting so worked up? Is this a personal attack? What do you mean by "ice queen" or "workaholic"? He's called profound, steady, loves his work, and is dedicated. What's so great about being like you? Lazy, pleasure-seeking?
When Consort De saw that Yinzhuo and his brothers had been there for a while and had been staying in the courtyard without going inside, she couldn't sit still any longer. "I'm so hot-tempered. If I don't give you a good scolding, you won't know why the flowers are so red."
"Since you've all come, what are you all doing standing in this courtyard without coming inside? What, do you expect me to come out and invite you all? Fourteenth Prince, you reek of alcohol, I can smell it even standing here. And you still have the nerve to hold your nephew? Put him down right now! If you drop my grandson, you'll see what I do to you. Yinzhen, what are you laughing at? You think I didn't mention you? Don't think I can't smell you just because you're far away. You've had your share of drinking today, haven't you? Yinzuo, don't think you're above the law just because you haven't been drinking. Knowing that Fourteenth Prince has had a lot to drink, why did you let him run around the courtyard like this with Honghui..."
Well, none of the three brothers are getting away with this. Their mother is attacking them indiscriminately today. Don't be fooled by how she treats her three sons; she's a completely different person when she turns to her grandson.
"Honghui, come here to Grandma right now. We're not playing with your fourteenth uncle. He smells terrible. Our Honghui smells nice, we can't let him make us stink..."
Okay, the double blow came so quickly. Fourteen stared blankly as Xiao Honghui, who had already distinguished between the two kings, ran towards his mother. His gaze involuntarily turned to Yinzhen and Yinzuo not far away.
"Fourth Brother, Sixth Brother..."
What's the use of calling him Fourth Brother or Sixth Brother? Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother are in dire straits right now, barely able to save themselves. Yinzhen and Yinzuo exchanged a glance, ignoring the Fourteenth Prince who was looking at them, and followed Consort De and Honghui into the house. Nonsense, in front of the Fourteenth Prince he is the Great King, but in front of Consort De he is still a Junior King.
The New Year's Eve dinner at Yonghe Palace was no different from previous years. Apart from a few Mongolian specialties prepared to cater to Urentuya's tastes, the rest were all dishes that Honghui and Yinzuo liked. Yinzuo had eaten quite a bit in Qianqing Palace earlier, so he wasn't hungry at all. But since his mother had prepared it, he couldn't refuse to eat. Alas, the heavy weight of maternal love! What could he do? Eat it.
"Mother, this braised pork isn't quite right. Let me get you some to try. Madam, you should like this roasted meat. Come on, have some more. Fourth Brother, why are you being so polite with your younger brother? Here, give me the plate, I'll get you some more food..."