dognovel Chapter 1: Getting Recorded Right from the Start
Chapter 1: Getting Recorded Right from the Start
"Why wasn't it you who fell from up there? My Yinzhuo is still so young. Why wasn't it you who died? Yinzhen, you're a jinx! You're the one who deserves to die! You're the one who ruined my Yinzhuo..."
When Yin Zuo regained consciousness, his first feeling was summed up in two words: discomfort. He felt pain all over his body, his mind was foggy, his throat was dry, and he couldn't open his eyes. The sounds around him were also very noisy, including the sound of soft sobbing, the sound of someone moving carefully, and of course, the loudest sound was a reprimand that seemed to be mixed with hatred.
Yin Zuo couldn't open his eyes and was momentarily disoriented. The sleep paralysis-like sensation made him think he was dreaming, so he comforted himself, telling himself that it must be a dream and that he would be fine once he woke up.
"Quarrel……"
Yin Zuo tried several times before managing to squeeze out a faint sound from his dry throat. The sound was pitifully small, and the room was noisy, so almost no one noticed what was happening on this side. Meanwhile, the woman's voice on the other side was still chattering on and on.
"Quiet down, it's too noisy."
The beginning is always the hardest. Although his throat still felt dry, Yin Zuo tried to speak again, and his voice was much louder. De Xi, who had been kneeling not far from the bed and sobbing in despair, noticed the abnormality immediately and was overjoyed. For a moment, he didn't care about his master De who was still scolding the Fourth Prince, and he practically crawled towards the bed.
"Young Master, you're finally awake! That's wonderful! Your Highness, the young prince is awake..."
As the eunuch who served Yinzhuo closely, Dexi knew that if anything happened to Yinzhuo, no matter the reason, he would be doomed. He thought he was doomed this time, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better and the little prince woke up.
Dexi's shout wasn't quiet, and the eunuch's voice was shrill. The once noisy hall seemed to pause for a moment, and then immediately became lively again, with everyone almost instinctively crowding towards the bedside.
After struggling for a long time to finally open his eyes, Yin Zuo was greeted by a group of people dressed in ancient costumes standing around his bed, staring intently at him. He was so frightened that he almost died on the spot. Had he ended up on some kind of film set?
"Yinzuo, you scared your mother to death... What would I do if anything happened to you..."
Yin Zuo had just woken up and was startled again. He was still in a daze, so he only realized what was happening when the palace-dressed beauty who claimed to be his mother pulled him into her arms and cried out. He was still slow to react and confused. At this moment, he realized that something was wrong. This did not seem like an act. After all, the pain in his body could not be faked.
"pain……"
Upon hearing Yin Zuo cry out in pain, the palace-dressed beauty paused her sobs and hurriedly and carefully released him, looking anxiously at the imperial physician waiting to the side.
"Imperial Physician Li, please come quickly and examine the Sixth Prince carefully..."
What followed was another chaotic scene. Yin Zuo was almost completely at the mercy of others. It wasn't that he was particularly cooperative; it was just that after regaining his senses, he found it hard to accept that his arms and legs had shrunk several times over.
Has my soul been resurrected in another body? But I didn't die in the modern world! Before I transmigrated, I just took a nap. Who would have thought that when I woke up, not only had the time and space changed, but my body had also shrunk in size.
Yinzuo…Sixth Prince…This Manchu-style clothing, this gold-rat-tail hairstyle, it’s definitely the Qing Dynasty. It seems I’ve transmigrated into the body of the Sixth Prince of Emperor Kangxi who died young. Yinzuo suddenly felt dizzy. It would be better to just fall asleep.
Being Kangxi's son was hardly a good thing. After all, this father was a professional at raising his sons, employing a kind of "breeding poison" approach. The princes were indeed all exceptionally talented, but it was precisely because they were all so outstanding that the struggle for the throne among the nine princes erupted. The fighting was fierce, resulting in deaths and even the eventual victor, Yongzheng, didn't fare well. From the moment he ascended the throne, he diligently worked to clean up his father's messes, ultimately exhausting himself and his thirteenth son to death. Even worse, the fortune he painstakingly built was ultimately given to the unfilial Qianlong Emperor…
Thinking about this, Yin Zuo couldn't help but feel a little sorry for his fourth brother, whom he had never met. However, he quickly lost his sympathy for others because he suddenly realized that he was actually the one who was suffering the most right now...
No matter how much commotion there is in the struggle for the throne among the nine princes, it won't happen for at least twenty years, since the current nine princes haven't even been assembled yet. But there's a hurdle right in front of him: as soon as he woke up, he heard his muddle-headed, troublesome mother scolding him, and she was scolding his fourth brother, who was recorded in history as being extremely righteous and hateful.
At this moment, Yin Zuo couldn't care less about being sentimental. He hurriedly looked up and scanned his surroundings. Sure enough, he spotted the little boy standing at the door through the gaps in the crowd.
"Mother...Fourth Brother..."
The original owner, Yin Zuo, was only six years old this year, and his voice still had a childish quality. In addition, he was injured and in pain, and he didn't have much strength. When he spoke, his voice sounded soft and sweet, like he was being coquettish. Yin Zuo naturally noticed this, but obviously this was not the time to care about such things. Let him be coquettish, after all, his life was more important.
"Hmph~ Fourth Brother, huh? You treat him like an older brother, but he doesn't treat you like a younger brother..."
If it weren't for his physical condition, Yin Zuo would have loved to immediately get up and shut Consort De's mouth. Look at what she's saying! That's her own son! How hurtful are those words!
As expected, the boy, who was already standing nervously at the door, couldn't help but have his eyes redden slightly after hearing Consort De's words. He clenched his fist at his side and then slowly relaxed it.
At this time, Yinzhen was still an eight-year-old child. He had not yet learned to pretend, nor could he remain calm in the face of a collapsing mountain as he would decades later. Although he had grown up by his mother's side since childhood, he knew about his background. It was impossible for him not to have any expectations for his biological mother, Consort De.
They rarely had the chance to meet, and she was never very affectionate towards him. Now, his biological mother was cursing him with hatred for the sake of another son, asking him why it wasn't him who died, and calling him a jinx. But if it were him lying there today, would his mother shed a single tear for him? But weren't he and his sixth brother both his mother's biological sons?
"Mother, it's not Fourth Brother's fault. I hit him with a stick, and that's why he got angry and pushed me. It's my fault..."
Yinzhen was taken aback again upon hearing this. To be honest, he had never expected his sixth brother to apologize to him. In his memory, his sixth brother was a spoiled child. The few times they met, each time it was accompanied by chaos. If it weren't for him hitting Laifu with a wooden stick this time, he wouldn't have been able to help but teach him a lesson.
But this guy usually seems arrogant and domineering, yet he fell down with just a gentle push. In his haste, he didn't see that Yinzhu was standing on the edge of the steps, and the push caused him to fall down the steps. He thought that, given Yinzhu's usual unreasonable nature, he would definitely cry and complain to his mother after waking up. Unexpectedly, the sixth brother was much more sensible after waking up this time. Not only did he not complain, but he also took the initiative to admit his mistake.
He would automatically admit his mistake, of course, because at this moment Yin Zuo also remembered the good things the original owner had done. Although he didn't do them himself, he was the one who took over the body, so the mess left by the original owner was naturally his responsibility.
Seeing Yinzhen looking at her with disbelief, Yin Zuo quickly smiled ingratiatingly at him and then reached out her small hand to tug at Consort De's sleeve.
"Mother, it's so hot outside, can you let Fourth Brother in?"
Although it's only May, it's already very hot outside. Didn't you see the sweat all over Yinzhen's forehead as he stood at the door? He knew that historically, Yongzheng was very afraid of the heat. He and Consort De had offended her before, and if he were to faint from the heat in Yonghe Palace, Yinzhen would definitely add another note to his little book about them.