NFBE Chapter 249 Three Brothers with Different Personalities
Chapter 249 Three Brothers with Different Personalities
Chapter 249 Three Brothers with Different Personalities
Minyan had indeed come to the palace on an important mission. One of them was her upcoming marriage to Honghui. Although they had known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts, she couldn't help but feel uneasy at the thought of marrying into the royal family and becoming Honghui's wife.
This unease stemmed not simply from the uncertainty of his future life, but more from a feeling of disbelief. Honghui, after all, was the son of the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen. In the novels and television dramas that circulated throughout history, he was depicted as a pitiful child with a tragic fate, one who didn't live to see the age of eight. And now, he was to spend the rest of his life with someone with such a unique background. How could he not feel uneasy?
Minyan also has another important purpose for her visit to the palace—to deliver a letter to her friend Jingyi. This letter carries a secret between them that is difficult for them to share. To ensure it reaches Jingyi safely, Minyan carefully protects it throughout the journey, fearing any mistakes.
Of course, teasing the cute Hongyan was also part of Minyan's plan. This little guy was smart and always brought endless joy to everyone. But compared to the first two things, this was just a side job.
Burhe was well aware of her niece's subtle thoughts, so shortly after Minyan entered the palace, she sent a special envoy to the Ulanara Mansion to inform them that Minyan would stay in the Forbidden City for the night. This arrangement was her final act of care as an aunt and fellow villager before Minyan's marriage.
When Hongye arrived, there was someone to accompany his younger brothers. Seeing this, Jingyi hurriedly took Minyan's hand and hurriedly walked towards the side hall, leaving only the three little brothers and Hongye with them.
These children each possessed distinct characteristics. As the saying goes, "A dragon gives birth to nine sons, each one unique," the same can be said of the children born to Buerhe and Yinreng. Hongye, among them, was intelligent, calm, steady, and reserved; Hongchang, self-disciplined, studious, and focused on academic pursuits. As for the remaining three little ones, they each possessed their own unique personalities.
Let's talk about Hongyan first. This child seemed to have an innate obsession with cleanliness from the moment he came out of his mother's womb. Apart from his recognized family members, anyone else who accidentally touched him would be ruthlessly despised by him.
As a child, he could barely speak, so when he encountered something unbearable and couldn't stop it, he would just cry loudly. Over time, he earned the nickname "crybaby."
Looking at Prince Hongying again, I don’t know if it’s because he is also ranked fourth, but his favorite male figure, besides his own father and brothers, is Yinzhen.
Every time he saw his fourth uncle, Hongying would stick to him like a piece of taffy, and even secretly imitated his fourth uncle's usual expressionless face and movements.
However, after all, he is still young, so the Fourth Master appears cold, serious and majestic when he does it. But when it comes to Hongying, the expression he makes is as if he is deliberately pouting to be cute, which makes people laugh.
Of course, the reason for this was entirely due to his extraordinary enthusiasm for Yinzhen. This enthusiasm made Yinzhen pay special attention to and love him, so much so that among his many nephews, Yinzhen's favorite, besides Hongye, was Hongying.
Now, let's talk about Hongchen. To be honest, I don't know if there's something wrong with the name he was given, or if the word "Chen" itself carries a beautiful expectation.
But no matter what, from the moment this little guy was born, he behaved very differently from ordinary people - he loved to sleep! There were only twelve hours in a day, but he was in a coma for eight or nine hours.
If he were still young, one could explain it as sleep being necessary for growth and brain development. However, the irony is that now, at four years old, he still clings to sleep, as if sleep has become a genuine, heartfelt passion. Because of this, everyone in the family affectionately calls him "Little Lazy Pig."
Hongye divided the picture books he brought with him equally among his three younger brothers. Then he turned around and walked lightly towards where Buerhe was.
When he came to Buerhe's side, Hongye stopped, leaned over slightly, and asked softly with concern: "Mother, how are you feeling today? Do you feel a little lazy? Also, are you feeling cold?" His handsome face showed sincere worry.
Looking at the handsome and thoughtful young man before her, Buerhe couldn't help but feel both angry and amused. She shook her head helplessly and scolded, "Silly child, Mother isn't as fragile as glass. There's no need to be so cautious! Besides, the imperial physician has clearly stated that Mother is now fully recovered and no different from an ordinary person. So, you don't have to treat her like an enemy anymore. But by the way, you came back quite early today. Did you run into your second brother along the way?"
However, Hongye didn't seem to take Bull's words to heart. In his heart, his mother was still so fragile and needed more careful care.
As for his mother's claim of a full recovery, he refused to believe a single word. Thinking back to the moment his mother gave birth to his little brother, it was a truly horrific scene! If it weren't for the blessings of her ancestors, the deepest blessings, and the favor of fate, his mother would have died in that late autumn.
It was during these past few years that my mother had the opportunity to settle down and take care of her body by carefully nursing her body with a variety of precious and rare medicinal herbs, and by handing over all the tedious and complicated palace affairs to Jingyi.
However, when Buerhe noticed Hongye's obviously perfunctory attitude, she couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. She knew full well that no matter how hard she tried to explain, they would never believe her. And the "they" here included not only the current emperor, but also the three older children in the family.
Ultimately, she could only blame the immense hardships she had endured when giving birth to these three little ones. First, she suffered a difficult labor, then faced the crisis of postpartum hemorrhage. If it weren't for the miraculous elixir gifted by Master Pudu, she would have truly passed away.
Because she knew very well that her thrilling childbirth experience had really scared the father and his two sons, from the very beginning, no matter what arrangements they made, she always obeyed them obediently and rested without any complaints.
However, there must be a time limit for recuperation! It can't just go on forever, right?
In fact, three years ago, after a thorough diagnosis, the imperial physicians had clearly stated that she had fully recovered. However, despite this, subsequent recuperation was still crucial—basically, replenishing Qi and blood would be sufficient. But everyone knew this wasn't something that could be achieved overnight; it required a gradual, persistent approach.
But who could have imagined? From that moment on, they, father and son, became incredibly nervous about the matter, even taking it to extremes! They kept a close eye on her daily, not only requiring her to consume all sorts of precious supplements on time and in the right amounts, but also treating her with the utmost care, like fragile glass.
At first, the feeling of being so meticulously cared for did indeed make her secretly happy. After all, how could she not be happy when so many people cared about her health and safety? But as the days passed, this kind of care gradually began to wear off. After all, being treated like a piece of glass at all times made Buerhe, who had loved riding and shooting since childhood, feel increasingly uncomfortable.
When she finally realized the problem and tried to resist, she sadly realized it was too late. She was already firmly controlled by the father and son, and she was powerless to break free from this invisible web. So, in desperation, she could only give up the struggle, thinking, "Forget it, since I can't change the status quo, I'll just muddle along..."
So until today, every time Bull mentioned that he had recovered, he was ignored by them.