Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Yixiu nodded continuously during the conversation. The current election was not just for the emperor, but more for granting marriages to the royal family and the imperial family!

"Aunt, what you said makes sense. I will go and persuade the emperor again. I think the emperor will agree to the election."

"No need to persuade me too hard, just hint at it, and I will take care of the rest. But don't worry, although people from the Manchu, Mongolian and Han banners will be admitted this time, they will not be selected from too noble status. The highest is the third rank, and there is no upper limit below that. Morality and talent will be the most important!"

"You decide!" With the Empress Dowager as her aunt and two sons by her side, how could Yixiu worry? Compared to the Emperor, she was more worried about her eldest son.

"As for Honghui, he chose two girls of lower status, otherwise he would not agree! Liu and Zhang, one had a stepmother at home, no brothers to rely on, and her status was very awkward; the other had a more favored sister at home, and the daughter of a fourth-rank official became an invisible figure. Both of them wanted to escape from the pit of their natal family, so Honghui accepted them."

Speaking of this, Yixiu really didn't understand what her eldest son was thinking. No matter how much he wanted to prevent unrest in the backyard and abuse of power by external relatives, he wouldn't treat himself so badly, right?

"Honghui's temper is also very strange. He doesn't want those with good family background and good looks, let alone those with great ambitions. In the past two years, Fucha has become less and less eager to compete for favors. I heard that the couple go to the study more often than when they are together. I don't understand this couple!"

The Empress Dowager thought for a moment and gave an explanation she had come up with: "Some men care about national affairs in their hearts, and women don't occupy any place. There is gain and loss, and Honghui has been mature and sensible since he was a child. I think this is the reason!

As for those conditions, perhaps Honghui saw clearly what I and you went through since he was a child, so he felt pity for you and set an example himself."

Voluntary! Once upon a time, she never had the right to choose, but she didn't expect to see respect in her own grandson!

Yes, it is respect! Now everyone in Honghui's backyard is studying and learning skills, and their lives are very relaxed! Compared with the contempt and poor treatment of the backyard women by men nowadays, this special thing has made the Empress Dowager feel very grateful.

"Since Honghui thinks so, let's follow his wishes. The selected beauties will have their family backgrounds and their situations and treatment at home checked. I'm sure there are many women in difficult situations in this world, so there will be no problem in choosing the right one."

After the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had discussed it, they each acted separately. In less than five days, they successfully persuaded Yinzhen to agree to the election.

As for Honghui, he didn't care about the newcomer at all, but was thinking about where to start and how to change the previous bad policies? Father has already taken office, it's time to reform the old and establish the new!

But the imperial law is still in effect. How can things like maritime ban and abolition of the hair-shaving and clothing system be brought up at this time?

"Then let's first completely eliminate the bad habit of foot binding!" Honghui made the decision.

Since people are so obsessed with women with bound feet, let them see with their own eyes how "beautiful" these so-called bound feet are!

"Come here, tell Ulanara Yunke and Wanyan Hemin to come to the audience."

Not to mention the two companions' confusion and hesitation after receiving the order, they finally found a few singing girls who had bound feet and were willing to come forward, waiting for the right opportunity to show up.

Afterwards, Honghui drafted a memorial requesting a ban on foot binding, listing all the dangers of foot binding, and even used his painting skills to draw four or five bloody pictures of three-inch golden lotus flowers, which he handed to Yinzhen on an ordinary morning.

"Father, amputation of the feet was one of the ancient corporal punishments. Whenever feet were bound, countless girls died or were injured. Foot binding is completely unscrupulous! Nowadays, all Han women in the folks have bound feet, and Manchu women also have signs of foot binding. If this continues, there will be no healthy women in our Qing Dynasty! If the mother is not healthy, how can she give birth to a healthy baby?"

"This is the memorial I drafted to request a ban on foot binding. The rest is fine, but I would like to ask you to take a look at some of the paintings. With my painting skills, I have only managed to capture one-third of the misery of these women."

Seeing his eldest son so solemn, Yinzhen thought it was nothing. It turned out that the emperor father had issued an order earlier to ban foot binding, but it encountered many obstacles. But why was he so weird about it?

Yinzhen first put the memorial aside, then casually unfolded one of the paintings. He was so frightened after just one look that he stood up and a little cold sweat broke out on his face.

“This, is this real?” Are those twisted feet that look like pig’s trotters and chicken’s feet the slender and beautiful three-inch golden lotus as mentioned in the legend?

"It is absolutely certain. Please take a look at the other pictures."

Yinzhen swallowed his saliva, looked at the remaining paintings on the imperial desk, but his hands did not move for a long time.

He suddenly didn't have the courage to read on!

After a long time, Yinzhen took a deep breath and unfolded all the paintings on the imperial desk. Suddenly, everything in front of him was a bloody mess. This was the most tragic scene in the world.

Well, how dare the eldest son draw such a disgusting picture?

With these paintings as a foundation, Yinzhen read the subsequent memorials so carefully and attentively as never before, for fear of missing even a single word.

"You said that Manchu women also have signs of foot binding?"

Honghui smiled faintly: "What the superiors like, the subordinates will like even more! The rich and powerful are all eager for three-inch golden lotus and Yangzhou skinny horses, and the Manchu women are naturally trying to cater to them. After all, every woman wants to marry a 'lucky man'!"

Yinzhen's mouth was filled with blood, and he immediately felt an immense pressure. Foot binding, huh! Three-inch golden lotus, huh! What the superior likes, the subordinates will like even more, huh!

"Could this be an isolated incident?" he asked, not giving up.

"Everyone is like this, without exception! The palace maids are all Manchus, and in the past, the palace did not employ maids with bound feet. The ladies said they were Han people, but they were actually Han army flags, and they did not need to bind their feet, so you have no chance to see the so-called three-inch golden lotus."

Yinzhen murmured to himself: "Yes, there are no concubines with bound feet in the harem." However, there were many women with bound feet from Jiangnan in the emperor's palace.

Seeing that his father was hit hard, Honghui quickly took advantage of the situation and said, "But even if you have the chance to see a woman with bound feet, they would rather die than show their feet to their husbands. After all, the distorted appearance will only make them completely lose favor. So not only you, but all men in this world have never seen the 'beauty' of three-inch golden lotus with their own eyes!"

How many people can know the truth hidden under the foot binding cloth?

Thinking of those wealthy and powerful people who have a special liking for three-inch golden lotus and even kiss them all the time, Honghui felt a sense of schadenfreude.

You deserve it! You really deserve it!