However, she always handled things meticulously, otherwise how could she have a son to raise! Moreover, the Emperor had secretly hinted to her that he would bestow upon her the title of Imperial Noble Consort after this tour.

That's a position second only to the emperor, the Imperial Noble Consort, equivalent to the Empress. Besides, that vile woman Niohuru is already dead, so the Empress's position is vacant for now. If it weren't for my cousin saying he might bring bad luck to his wives, she would have been the Empress without a doubt.

Tongjia became happier the more she thought about it, and her gaze towards Harigana softened considerably. He was just a clown; there was no need to waste her time on him.

However, everyone miscalculated one thing: no matter what they thought, they had no right to stop the emperor from doing what he wanted.

Those who can stop others are those with weak wills; if the emperor truly wants to do something, how could he possibly listen to anyone's advice?

If the emperor has to listen to others before he can do anything, then who is the real emperor?

Harigana had no idea that because of her, the thoughts of various people were already turning in all directions. At this moment, she was quietly drinking wine, eating meat, and watching the young girls and boys dancing, thoroughly enjoying herself.

(A minority ethnic group's toasting song)

Harigana's favorite food is beef and mutton from the grasslands. The meat is succulent, not gamey at all, and has no strange taste.

At this time, all that was available was a fire made of cow dung, but it was precisely the meat cooked over this cow dung fire that was incredibly fragrant.

No seasoning is needed. Put the ingredients in a pot of cold water and bring to a boil until the water turns white. A layer of foam will form on top; you need to skim that foam off with a strainer and discard it.

Try it with a knife; if no blood comes out when you cut it, then the mutton is cooked.

Some people like to eat it with a little bit of blood on it, saying it's fresh, but Harigana doesn't like to eat it that way and will cook it for a longer time than others.

People at that time might not have known about Brucella, but Harigana did. Although the disease would not be fatal in later generations, it was extremely painful and required a long period of medication.

In this backward ancient world, contracting this germ would truly mean certain death!

So after she arrived here, she insisted that Dulan carry a small pot with her at all times, and that she reheat every piece of meat she ate. (Brucella, you can look up this disease! It's commonly known as brucellosis!)

A few lamb chops and a lamb leg, tender and with a rich grassy aroma.

Cut off a piece with a Mongolian knife, dip it in chive blossom sauce, and savor the original flavor. And good mutton tastes entirely of fresh grass.

The other plate contained beef. Tonight, we had a whole beef feast, and Harigana received a beef hoof, full of collagen, which made her mouth water.

Especially the beef tendon on top, it's crunchy when you bite into it, not the kind that you can't bite through!

Of all the parts of a cow, besides the hooves, Harigana's favorite was the head meat, but unfortunately that was reserved for the emperor.

She glanced up at the sheep and cow heads in front of Kangxi, pouted, and thought, "I don't eat them, why don't you share them with them? It's such a waste."

Unexpectedly, this glance led to a direct eye contact with Kangxi. He quickly looked away, pretending to be nonchalant as he ate a bite of blood sausage. Undeterred, he tried to take another look at the bull's head, but once again, he met Kangxi's gaze!

Harigana: I don't know what you're looking at. Don't you know there are a lot of people here?

Fortunately, it was completely dark now, otherwise these two actions would have definitely attracted attention. However, such small movements could fool anyone, but they couldn't fool Tongjia, who had been observing Harigana all along.

"You bitch!"

Tongjia didn't see the first eye contact, but when Harigana looked at the platform for the second time, she subconsciously turned her head to look as well, and found that the Emperor was actually smiling happily in Harigana's direction.

Turning her head to look at Harigana, Tongjia realized that the two of them were exchanging glances in public, and even treating them as if they didn't exist.

The Khorchin Prince toasted Emperor Kangxi, and seeing the people on the high platform smiling happily in his direction, he began to talk more and more.

It not only mentioned the concubines who were about to go to the capital, but also the former concubines who were already in the palace.

Emperor Kangxi initially intended to listen and move on, but the man kept talking and eventually went on to name almost all of his Mongolian concubines.

For some reason, he glanced guiltily at Harigana, only to find that the little girl wasn't listening to anything happening around her and was happily eating.

Her face darkened instantly. She had already agreed to go to the palace with him, but she never expected that he wasn't actually on her side.

Now that she has such a good opportunity, she's not looking at him but eating beef and mutton. Does she think she'll be short of meat when she enters the palace?

And after watching for so long, he noticed that Harigana only ate meat, not picking up a single vegetable from the side. What a bad habit! He must change it in the future.

Seeing Kangxi's dark expression, the previously heated scene suddenly became quiet. The man from Khorchin felt that he had said too much!

"May His Majesty live a long and prosperous life, and may the Qing Dynasty enjoy peace and prosperity!"

Upon hearing this, Kangxi turned his gaze back to the Khorchin King, raised his wine cup, and drank a cup with him.

Everyone was momentarily confused as to why the Qing emperor had just been so sad! He had a dark expression on his face, but upon hearing the words of blessing, he turned around and smiled.

Whether they were laughing because they heard the blessing for his long life or because they were blessing the Qing Dynasty, they already knew what to do. When they toasted later, they would praise the emperor first and then bless the Qing Dynasty. That would be the right thing to do!

Then, the entire atmosphere of the bonfire party changed.

Harigana was completely unaffected; after all, even if it was a toast, it had nothing to do with her. However, when Baoliri offered a toast, she still stood up and drank a glass as well.

The bonfire party was still going on, and things were lively here, but a sneaky figure appeared near the tents of Harigana and disappeared in no time.

The guards didn't notice that everything seemed calm, but only the smug woman was looking at Harigana as if he were a dead man.

Singing and dancing are the true nature of ethnic minorities. The bonfire was surrounded by people in layers, and everyone held hands and danced joyfully.