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

Chapter 239 Communication is the best way to solve problems

Regardless of whether Emperor Kangxi could suppress Yinzhen, the monkey, Yinzhen, who was lying motionless and stiff on the bed, was about to give up. He first slightly opened his eyes and looked at Emperor Kangxi sitting next to him. Then, he briefly thought about the steps for an injured and unconscious person to wake up. After that, he groaned a few times and slowly opened his eyes after a while.

"Second Brother, you're finally awake! You have no idea how scared I was when you suddenly fainted. The imperial physician just came to check on you, and the wound on your forehead has been treated. How are you feeling now? Does your head still hurt? Are you still feeling dizzy?"

As soon as Yinreng made a sound, Yinzuo sprang up from his chair and darted to the bedside. Ignoring his father's reaction, he pushed Kangxi aside, grabbed his second brother's hand, and launched into a tirade. While talking, he winked at Yinreng, making sure he understood, and his hands were busy squeezing Yinreng's arm until it hurt terribly. How could Yinreng not understand? It seemed his illness wasn't going to get better; his head would still ache, and his dizziness would persist.

"Sixth brother, stop shaking me. Second brother is really dizzy right now, and you're making me want to throw up..."

Upon hearing Yinreng's words, Yinzuo was immediately delighted. He knew that his second brother was so clever that he would be able to successfully receive the signal and make the right response in time. Now it seemed that he had succeeded. Having achieved his goal, Yinzuo naturally stopped torturing Yinreng's arm and released his grip on Yinreng's arm as Yinreng had said.

"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, Second Brother. I was just too excited to see you wake up. Since you're dizzy, I won't shake you anymore. Doctor Wang just prescribed some medicine for you, and Eunuch Liang has already gone with him to get it. Take the medicine and rest for a while, and you'll feel better..."

Yinreng passed Yinzuo and saw Kangxi standing behind him, staring at him with a worried expression. The father and son looked at each other and saw a hint of embarrassment and helplessness in each other's eyes. Yinreng didn't know what to say to Kangxi at this moment, so he simply closed his eyes again under the pretext of feeling dizzy. Kangxi, who also didn't know how to start a conversation with Yinreng, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Yinreng close his eyes to rest again. Yinzuo sat there, looking at Yinreng lying on the bed for a while, and then at Kangxi standing silently to the side. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

“Father, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the saying, ‘Communication is the most effective way to solve all problems.’ Eldest brother and second brother are your sons. What can’t be said openly between father and son? If you don’t speak up, they won’t dare to speak up. Over time, they’ll get entangled. If misunderstandings accumulate, how strong will the bridge of blood between you be? If you ask me, you should all learn from me. Just say what’s on your mind. Even if you’re wrong, as your father, you can’t forgive us sons. As sons, how can we hold a grudge against you, our father?”

Yinzhi's words, seemingly addressed to Kangxi, were also, in effect, meant for Yinreng, who lay in bed. However, Yinreng knew his words were likely futile. The root of all conflict lay in his father's paranoia. As long as his father's paranoia persisted, he would endlessly cause trouble. His brothers were all ambitious and capable; none would willingly submit to anyone else. It was one thing to deny them any hope of vying for the throne, but if they caught even the slightest signal from their father, the historical struggle for succession among the nine princes would be inevitable…

In short, his father is just too idle. It seems Dai Zi needs to urge him on. They say you raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one. He's been bringing people back for so many years; he can't just sit around doing nothing. What kind of skill is it to only focus on his own little corner of the world? A good man's ambition should be far-reaching. The outside world is so big; why not set a small goal for himself first, like conquering that country where life is pretty good? But this can't be rushed; everything needs to be planned carefully...

After Liang Jiugong brought the medicine back, Yinzuo personally went forward to wake up Yinreng, who was pretending to be asleep, and helped him up from the bed before turning to look at Kangxi beside him.

“Father, my second brother is so weak that I have to support him. Could you please bring the medicine over? Second brother, are you still dizzy? If you are, let me feed you. Don’t feel embarrassed. After all, he’s the one who hit you on the forehead.”

Kangxi knew that Yinzhuo's actions were to ease the awkward relationship between him and Yinreng, so he didn't act coy. He turned around, walked to Liang Jiugong, took the medicine bowl from the tray in his hand, and walked towards the bedside. Yinzhuo was sitting behind Yinreng because he had to support him. Kangxi took the medicine bowl and sat directly in front of Yinreng.

"Second son, is your head still spinning? Do you need me to feed you?"

Upon hearing this, Yinreng looked up in surprise at Kangxi, who was sitting opposite him. He clearly hadn't expected his father to take Yinzuo's joke seriously. He wasn't a child anymore; he didn't need anyone to feed him medicine. So, Yinreng's first reaction to Kangxi's question was to refuse. However, he had been momentarily stunned by Kangxi's actions, which gave the drama queen behind him an opportunity. The drama queen had no sense of politeness and answered before Yinreng could reply.

“Of course he needs it, Father. Can’t you see how weak Second Brother is that he can’t even lift his hand? Second Brother, I’m not trying to be mean, but you’re already like this, why are you still trying to be strong? Is it something to be ashamed of to be fed medicine by your own father? You are Father’s son, even if you live to be a hundred, you’ll still be his son. What’s there to be shy about? Come on, Father, let me help you support Second Brother. You feed him the medicine. Second Brother, don’t be shy. You’re not a little wife. Open your mouth…”

Seeing the awkward relationship between the father and son, Yinzhu tried to persuade one of them and the other. He was truly worried sick about this family. At this moment, Yinzhu felt that he was incredibly great, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was shining with holy light...

Next, Prince Zhao, radiating holy light, sat there quietly, watching the father and son awkwardly complete the task he had assigned. He took the handkerchief handed to him by Liang Jiugong and put it in Yinreng's hand so that he could wipe his mouth himself. Then he got up, walked to Kangxi, took the medicine bowl from his hand, and handed it to Liang Jiugong, who was standing to the side.

"Look, isn't this a good thing? Why can't you talk about such important things calmly? Why do you have to get so worked up and start arguing? One of you is so angry, and the other has a splitting head. Come on, second brother, tell your brother, how did it feel to have your father feed you medicine? Did it bring back any childhood memories?"

Upon hearing this, Yinreng glared at Yinzuo, then handed the handkerchief in his hand to Yinzuo who had come closer, before looking at Kangxi, who was also staring at him.

"You know what, this really reminds me of some things from my childhood. I remember when I was little, whenever I was sick, my father would stay by my bedside like this, feeding me medicine. After he finished, he would have Liang Jiugong give me a candied fruit to sweeten my mouth..."

Recalling the warm moments the father and son had shared in the past, both Kangxi and Yinreng's eyes softened and smiles appeared on their faces. On the contrary, Yinzuo, who had been praising the father and son just moments before, was now indignant.

"Father, you're so unfair! Why do you always give my second brother candied fruit to sweeten his mouth after feeding him his medicine, but what about mine? You've never given him any of those sweet candied fruits..."