vstars Chapter 161 Father, you have no martial ethics!
Chapter 161 Father, you have no martial ethics!
Even if Yinzhuo was a slippery eel, he couldn't withstand the combined attack of his elder brothers. Soon, he was grabbed by Yinti and dragged to Kangxi. Kangxi glanced around, casually pulled over a chair, and pointed to the chair at Yinti.
"Press him down on a chair for me, hey, not sitting, but with his butt facing up..."
Good grief, if he were sitting, he might just get a few slaps on the hand, but with his butt facing up... sigh, I miscalculated today...
"Father, you have no sportsmanship! This is clearly a fight between us, father and son. How could you bring in your own helpers? It's one thing for you to bring in helpers, but your son is a grown man now. If you want to spank him, doesn't he have any dignity? Ouch... you're really going to spank him..."
Of course it was a real beating. Otherwise, did you think I was just making such a big show to tease you? Although Kangxi held back his strength when he hit him, Yinzhuo still felt a burning pain on his buttocks. Yinzhuo was never one to care about saving face, and compared to the pain in his buttocks, he felt that losing face was nothing.
"Father, I was wrong. I promise you I will never joke like that with you again. Please forgive me this time. Or I can sing you a little song. Oh... I already apologized, why are you still hitting me?"
It's no wonder that those who are favored are fearless. Yinzhuo's ability to act so recklessly every day is definitely related to Kangxi's indulgence. No wonder the old father couldn't bring himself to swing the ruler when he thought of the little song his son sang to him last time. After raising his hand twice but not being able to bring himself to strike, Kangxi angrily threw the ruler on the ground, then rolled up his sleeves and started to slap him.
Kangxi's bizarre move left Yinti and the others dumbfounded. Seriously? Did he really love him that much? He just gave him a couple of slaps, didn't he? Was he the only one who was truly his biological son? What about all the beatings and whippings we received before? Were we just unlucky?
Yinti's attention wandered, and his grip on Yinzuo loosened. Yinzuo seized the opportunity, shoving the chair in front of him aside and dashing off. He stopped just before reaching the tent entrance, then turned to his father, clutching his backside, and began to complain.
“Father, how can you do this? I am your own son. How can you be so cruel? Your son’s bottom is probably going to be swollen from being beaten.”
"They don't know how lucky they are," is the current consensus among Yinti and his family regarding Yinzuo's behavior. "If you're not his biological son, then what are we? Picked up from the street? He wouldn't even dare to hit you with a ruler, but what about us? He shows absolutely no mercy. A swollen bottom is nothing; at least you're still whole. We're counted in slices..."
After slapping Yinzhuo, Kangxi vented his anger. Seeing Yinzhuo clutching his bottom and looking at him pitifully, the old father felt sorry for him. He walked to the main seat and sat down, then gestured for his sons to go back and sit down.
"Serves you right. Let's see if you dare to spout such nonsense again. If I ever hear you talking about death or life again, see how I deal with you."
Yinzhuo's buttocks were indeed a little sore at this moment, but it was definitely not as exaggerated as he showed. The force was mutual. Kangxi slapped him with his palm, so he was naturally better able to control the degree. As soon as he saw Yinzhuo's expression, he knew that he was acting again. But in the end, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his son and finally gave in to his wish.
"Alright, stop pretending. I know very well how hard I hit you. You just want to have some peace and quiet, don't you? I grant your request. You don't have to come tomorrow, but you must come the day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, you must come with your sister Duanjing and her husband. You and your third sister haven't seen each other for years, right? You can't miss this rare opportunity to meet."
Just as Yinzhuo was about to sit down, he paused for a moment when he heard Kangxi mention Princess Duanjing. However, he quickly returned to normal.
“Since Third Sister is coming, her son will naturally not be absent. Since Third Sister got married, I have only seen her once in the second year of her marriage. Four or five years have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder how she is doing now? Is Garzang treating her well…”
Although Yinzhu asked this question, he knew perfectly well that his sister was probably not having a good time. Princesses were always involved in political maneuvering and power struggles.
In the thirty-fifth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign, he established the Eight Banners garrison in the territory of the Kharachin tribe. The purpose of this move was to further strengthen control over the nobles of the various Mongol tribes. This was naturally a good thing for the Qing court, but it was not a good thing for the various Mongol tribes. His brother-in-law was not a good-natured person to begin with, and now that the conflict between the two sides was intensifying, how good could he be to his wife who had come for the peace treat him?
It's worth noting that Princess Duanjing in history was kicked to death by her husband, demonstrating the deep-seated resentment between the two sides at that time. Thinking of this, Yinzhu couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness, knowing the outcome yet powerless to change it. His father wanted to further strengthen his control over the Mongol tribes, which would inevitably lead to a series of measures. From the Qing Dynasty's perspective, this was not wrong, but these measures would inevitably harm the interests of the Mongol tribes. They certainly wouldn't surrender easily, so expressing their dissatisfaction and resisting was normal. From Galzang's perspective, it was also not wrong. The most pitiful one was his own sister, caught between her father, husband, and even children, truly in a dilemma.
Yinzhuo's silence naturally caught the attention of Kangxi, who was sitting at the head of the table. After all, when had this brat ever been so well-behaved? Was he up to something again?
"Yinzuo, what are you thinking about again? I'm warning you, quite a few people have come to offer advice these past two days. You'd better behave yourself and not cause any trouble."
Yinzhu was lost in thought when Kangxi suddenly spoke, startling him. His father's interruption instantly dispelled any lingering emotions he had felt. He first patted his pounding heart before turning his gaze to his father.
"Father, what are you saying? Do you think your son is just a troublemaker? Besides, what trouble could your son possibly cause? I was just thinking that Altai seems to be here this time too. My son brought a musket this time. I must have a good match with him during the hunt. I refuse to believe that I can't beat him with a bow and arrow, but I'm sure I'll lose to him with a musket!"