noffsinger Chapter 522 Father, you have no idea how useless Little Nine is.
Chapter 522 Father, you have no idea how useless Little Nine is.
While Yinti was in the room, Kangxi was still able to restrain himself and maintain his dignity, but as soon as Yinti left, the inner turmoil that had been brewing in Kangxi since he learned of Yinzuo's assassination attempt yesterday afternoon could no longer be contained.
"Yinzhuo, Yintang, do you know you were wrong?"
Seeing how gentle Kangxi's attitude was just now, Yinzhuo thought he had passed this test. Turns out, you were just putting on an act. Do you know you were wrong? Look at the way you asked that question. If I said I didn't know, wouldn't the consequences be unpredictable?
Despite the complaints, neither Yinzhuo nor Yintang are fools. The old man is angry right now, so it's best to be sensible.
“Father, (Khan Father) your son, (your son) knows he was wrong.”
Since Yinzhen and Yinzuo admitted their mistakes so readily, Emperor Kangxi, who was eager to punish them, found it difficult to act. After all, they were his sons. Although they had been mischievous, the two had just survived an assassination attempt the day before. Although they appeared unharmed, they were undoubtedly shaken...
It has to be said that the art of manipulation (PUA) works well at any time. Look, the old father used manipulation on himself and easily forgave Yinzhuo and Yintang, those two troublemakers.
"Alright, you two brothers must have had a bad night's rest after running into the mountains yesterday. There's nothing much going on here now, Yinzhen, you should go back and rest..."
Yinzhen was eager to leave, so upon hearing Kangxi's words, he immediately stood up from the ground, bowed to Kangxi, and then turned and left without hesitation.
With Yinzhen gone, only Emperor Kangxi and his son Yinzuo remained in the large, cool, and undisturbed flower hall. The two sat facing each other, silently vying for supremacy, neither willing to speak first.
There's a saying that goes, "No parent in the world can outsmart their child." Even as an emperor, Kangxi was no exception; at least he couldn't do anything about Yinzhuo.
"Yinzhuo, show me your hand. What happened to it? It's red and swollen, and there are so many small cuts."
In his life so far, over the past thirty-odd years, the greatest hardship Yinzhuo has endured has probably been the bitter medicine he drank when he was sick. After years of living a life of luxury, he has indeed developed a fine physique.
Yesterday, while struggling with that pile of wood in the woods, Yinzhuo's eyes were filled with the desire for success, and he was completely unaware of anything amiss with his body.
But as the saying goes, the body is the most honest. Yinzhuo's experience showed everyone that this pampered young master, who had lived a life of luxury for many years, could not possibly become an all-rounder and invulnerable to swords and spears just because of an assassination attempt.
When talking about his scarred hands, Yinzhuo was extremely proud. After all, the spark that brought light and warmth to them in the forest yesterday was ignited by his hands. As soon as Yinzhuo heard that Kangxi wanted to see them, he immediately stretched out his hands, which had made unparalleled contributions, to Kangxi's eyes.
“Father, let me tell you, don’t underestimate these little cuts on my son’s hands. Each one represents an honor. You have no idea how useless Xiao Jiu is. A grown man like him can’t even start a fire by rubbing sticks together. If I hadn’t stepped in, the two of us would probably be groping around blindly while eating raw rabbits.”
Yinzhuo was always a good storyteller, and in his words, yesterday's perilous assassination attempt was instantly transformed into a survival adventure for him and his brother Yintang in the wilderness.
Of course, while striving for a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, he didn't forget to praise himself by stepping on his brother. Look, now Yinzhen has become a useless piece of trash in his mouth who can't even start a fire.
Kangxi knew his own son well. Even though Yinzhuo downplayed everything, just by looking at his red, swollen, and injured hands, he could guess how difficult it had been to drill wood to make fire yesterday.
Kangxi had originally intended to say a few more words to Yinzhuo, but at this moment he couldn't bear to. He raised his hand and beckoned Liang Jiugong, who was standing to the side, to fetch the ointment. Kangxi didn't ask anyone else to do it and fetched the ointment himself, then took Yinzhuo's hand and carefully applied it to him.
"For the sake of your brothers' safety, I will let this matter slide this time. But if there is a next time, I will punish you severely. Yinzhuo, you better behave yourself from now on, do you hear me? If I find out that you have caused any more trouble, you'll see how I deal with you..."
Yinzhuo always ignored Kangxi's lukewarm warnings. Although it was Yintang's turn to keep watch last night, Yinzhuo didn't sleep well at all. He woke up several times during the night, and even when he appeared to be asleep, he was actually in a half-asleep state.
If you asked Yinzhuo to describe his current state in one word, he would only say four words—"hungry and sleepy."
“Father, I know you have a lot to say right now, but can we talk about it later? I was so scared yesterday afternoon that I only ate half a roast chicken for dinner. I didn’t sleep well in the tree last night, and I was worried that I would fall down if I slept too long. Right now I feel so sleepy and hungry. Can you let me eat something first and get a good night’s sleep? We can talk after I wake up, okay?”
With his son already in such a miserable state, how could the old father bear to make things difficult for him at this time? Upon hearing this, he hurriedly told Wan Quan to go to the imperial kitchen and bring over some of Yinzhuo's favorite dishes.
When he was hungry, Yinzhu could still fight off his physical drowsiness with his desire for food, but now that he had eaten and drunk his fill, that feeling of unease dissipated.
Although both father and son were in a cool and undisturbed bedchamber, Yinzhuo was too lazy to bother with anything at the moment. He washed his hands, grabbed a nearby cushion, lay back, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
Although August is the hottest time of the year, Wushu is cooler than other places. In addition, there was an ice basin in the room. Fearing that Yinzhuo would catch a cold if he fell asleep like this, Kangxi could only sigh helplessly and gesture to Liang Jiugong to fetch a thin blanket, which he then personally draped over Yinzhuo.
Yinzhuo's health was already somewhat worse than that of his brothers. Yesterday, he was filled with fear and didn't get a good night's rest, so he slept for a long time.
If Emperor Kangxi hadn't been worried that he would be hungry after sleeping all day and had woken him up for a meal, he might have actually slept until late tomorrow.
Even after waking up, he wasn't feeling much better. His whole body ached, and his eyelids kept drooping. He managed to eat a few bites, and after returning to his bedroom, he took a simple bath with Dexi's help before collapsing back onto the bed and falling asleep immediately.