Meu pai é Yongzheng, eu sou Qianlong?
Ao se tornar o quarto filho de Yongzheng, Hongli, ele se tornou o futuro imperador Qianlong? Mas como diz o ditado, quem viaja para a dinastia Qing deve se rebelar, mas como alguém pode se rebelar depois de se tornar imperador? Ainda é possível! Rebelar-se contra os latifundiários e burocratas, usando a base das reformas de Yongzheng para expandir territórios por milhares de quilômetros; usando as riquezas das famílias dos latifundiários e burocratas para promover grandes obras de infraestrutura; afinal, a dinastia Qing está destinada a cair, o sistema imperial está prestes a terminar, então por que não ser ainda mais arrogante do que o Qianlong da história antes que tudo acabe? Logo, os latifundiários e burocratas perceberam que foram duramente atingidos por esse imperador, e ainda mais severamente do que por Yongzheng! Só que nem sequer ousavam chamá-lo de tirano.
Meu pai é Yongzheng, eu sou Qianlong?
Before Hongli stood two trees; one was a jujube tree, and the other was, again, a jujube tree.
This was not an echo of some famous writer’s words.
It was simply that Hongli was now sitting on the roof of the rear wing, gazing at these two jujube trees.
Beyond the courtyard wall, right next to the trees, came the sounds of opera—the singing, reciting, acting, and acrobatics—intertwined with the applause and shouts of approval from the sons of princes and nobles.
Hongli knew that beyond the courtyard wall was the residence of the Eighth Prince.
Even though the Eighth Prince, Yinsi, had already lost his chance at the throne, the rise of the Fourteenth Prince meant the Eighth Prince’s residence remained a gathering place for ambitious nobles and ministers.
Hongli paid no mind to this bustle.
After all, none of this excitement had anything to do with him, the fourth son of Prince Yong.
He had no interest in it.
He much preferred the tranquility of his own side of the wall, sitting on the rooftop, lost in thought as he watched the red jujubes fill the sky.
He didn’t know when, but Lady Niohuru came running over, her face tense as she looked up at him. “Hongli! Why are you up there again?”
Lady Niohuru was his birth mother.
Because her family background was humble—her father, Lingzhu, was only a fourth-rank ceremonial officer, and her mother, Lady Peng, was merely the daughter of a licentiate, Peng Wu—Lady Niohuru entered the Prince’s manor as a concubine of the lowest rank. Even after giving birth to Hongl
