Chapter 109 Night Talk
It was late at night, and Yinzhen closed his eyes, but he was still very awake, because the person next to him turned over every few breaths, and the frequency was getting faster and faster.

Yihuan couldn't fall asleep lying in bed. Whenever she closed her eyes, the scene of Honghui being beaten without saying a word while lowering his head flashed through her mind.

This child, has he been beaten so hard that he doesn't even cry out in pain?

Did the court physician prescribe the medicine properly? Did he drink the tonic soup that Nanny Chen sent him?

The more Yihuan thought about it, the more worried she became. What if Honghui had a fever at night? You know, in history, he died of a high fever.

Yihuan sat up suddenly, got out of bed, put on her clothes and went to the front yard to take a look, just a quick look.

Yinzhen held her shoulders from behind and said, "It's even darker and the dew is heavier. Don't worry, the child is fine. You fell down. I'll go check on him and come back soon."

Seeing Yinzhen's insistence, Yihuan said nothing and asked Yuxue to hand Yinzhen the ginseng soup she had prepared: "Master, watch him drink it before you return."

Yinzhen found it funny that this Tangshuishui had made a comeback.

Su Peisheng was dozing off and was in a daze when he was called. He took the food box from his master, carried the lantern and walked quickly towards the eldest prince's residence.

Honghui was lying on the bed, with a dim candlelight at the head of the bed. He was holding a book in his hand, which he held upside down but didn't put down. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

The eunuchs and old women who served him all advised him to go to bed early, but Honghui impatiently sent them away, leaving him alone to think quietly.

He really didn't expect his mother to be so angry.

Why didn’t my mother feel relieved? She looked calm when she talked about Eighth Aunt, but became so excited when she talked about what she had done.

Just when he was puzzled, Yinzhen lifted the curtain and walked in. He brought out the ginseng soup and motioned Su Peisheng to go out.

"Drink it. Your mother will feel at ease after drinking it." Yinzhen lifted his robe and sat beside Honghui's bed. From Honghui's perspective, his inner clothes could be seen.

The familiar smell filled his nose. Honghui subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth and looked away, but still drank it obediently.

Yinzhen rummaged through the bedside cabinet, found some dried plums, and stuffed two into Honghui's mouth.

"Your mother hit you today. Do you feel wronged?" Yinzhen covered Honghui with the quilt. The court doctor treated the wound very well. The swelling will go down in a few hours.

Honghui first shook his head, then nodded.

"How did you think of using such means to deal with the Eighth Lady?"

"Hit the snake at its weakest part. What Aunt Eight cares about most is Uncle Eight's feelings. I heard Uncle Nine say that Uncle Eight always listens to Aunt Eight on matters in the inner house. Uncle Eight's family has no children for so many years, but Aunt Eight has insisted on not letting Uncle Eight take a concubine." Honghui confessed his thoughts, "Since that's the case, I'll find a way to make Aunt Eight feel pain."

Yinzhen nodded when he heard this. At Honghui's age, he knew how to use the emperor's force to his advantage. With just a few words, he made the emperor criticize the Eighth Concubine. This was quite clever.

"Then why didn't you tell your mother or father in advance?" Yinzhen continued to ask, "Do you think we won't support you?"

Honghui's eyes were a little vague, and his voice was lowered: "My son is not sure whether it can succeed or not. It all depends on the emperor's decision. If it doesn't work out, there is no need to let mother know and be happy for nothing." "You are too anxious." Yinzhen commented, "According to the number of times the emperor has summoned you to accompany him, if you just wait a little longer, you will have a chance to see him in a few days. But if you ask for an audience in person, don't you think the emperor will think you are scheming?"

"My son... he couldn't help but feel angry when he saw his elder sister's face. If this hurt my mother, I don't know what he would do." Honghui analyzed his own mental journey, "My son wants the bad guys to be punished as soon as possible."

"It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. You should tell the emperor what you did this time in several sessions step by step. With this preparation, the emperor won't think you have bad intentions. At the same time, your brotherly kindness will be more deeply rooted in the emperor's mind, and he will also quietly highlight the Eighth Lady." Yinzhen instructed him.

"Honghui, you must understand that you are father's eldest son. Your every word and action outside, especially in the palace, represents the Prince's Mansion and ultimately represents father's intentions. Therefore, you must think twice before you act." Yinzhen's mouth was a little dry after saying so much, so he poured himself a glass of water.

"Is mother also angry about giving birth to a son because of this?" Honghui heard it and realized belatedly that he was too rash.

"That's not the case." Yinzhen found it funny. He had just spoken for such a long time, but Honghui didn't listen to a word he said. He was still thinking about his mother.

"She doesn't like you to focus on these little things at such a young age. She hopes that you can defeat conspiracy with open strategies and always walk in the sunshine instead of actively walking into the shadows." Yinzhen told Honghui about Yihuan's intentions.

Honghui's eyes were red with emotion at first, but then he became confused: "But father, there are countless unspeakable things in the palace. I thought..."

"Father knows what you are going to say." Yinzhen interrupted him, "Next time, remember to talk to Father first. You have to remember that Father has also lived in the palace for more than ten years, not less than you."

Yinzhen did not deny that Yihuan's expectations for Honghui were very touching.

However, Yinzhen was very clear from his personal experience of life in the palace that Honghui had long been living in both the sun and the shadow. It was not the first time that he had done such a thing so skillfully. In the past, perhaps he had focused his attention on Concubine De, his classmates, and the complicated eunuchs in the palace, but their parents did not notice it.

That was why, when Yihuan realized it, she got angry and beat Honghui with a stick.

Honghui thought Yinzhen was here to teach him a lesson, but he actually came to protect him: "What do you mean..."

Yinzhen placed the teacup on the table and said, "Don't let your mother worry."

Translated, it means that next time you want to do something bad, discuss it with your father in advance and don't let your mother know, right?

Honghui's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up, ignoring the pain in his back and buttocks, and said, "My son knows his mistake."

"Okay, take good care of your injuries these days. Father from the palace will ask for leave for you." Seeing that Honghui was no longer depressed, Yinzhen covered him with the quilt again, blew out the oil lamp, and slowly walked towards the main courtyard.

The moonlight is just right tonight, Yinzhen looked up at the moon and thought.

Yihuan's stubborn innocence makes people pity and love her, but Honghui's identity does not allow him to be a person who does not stir up trouble. It is good for his mother to set a standard for him, so that he will not have a big idea one day and then find out about it.

With Yihuan always by my side to keep us alert, both Honghui and myself will be more cautious in our actions, which is good.

Su Peisheng followed Yinzhen back to the main courtyard and found that Fu Jin was leaning against the door and looking up at the moon, exactly the same action as his master just now.

What’s so good about this broken moon? Su Peisheng retracted his hand. It was really cold in the second half of the night.