Nurhaci knew in his heart that although his mother had downplayed the situation, the situation at that time must have been extremely dangerous.
He could hardly imagine how a weak young woman could have saved her own life and that of the soldier under the iron hoofs of the Xirong people.
Whenever his mother recounted this past event, Nurha clearly remembered that there was no resentment in her eyes. Instead, there was a glint of indescribable joy in her eyes, as if she was secretly recalling an unknown secret.
However, whenever she talked about life in Xirong, the expression on my mother's face would inevitably darken.
That subtle change seemed to be shrouded by an invisible haze, revealing deep sadness and heaviness.
"I once thought of dying in despair, but I couldn't bear to leave you. Or perhaps it's because there was always a faint glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that someone would come like a god and save us mother and son...
Later, he really came, but it was many years later, spring passed and autumn came.
That year, there was a war between Xirong and Da Zhou, and I was taken as a prisoner to the city wall.
It was not until that moment that I realized that the heroic figure in armor and riding a warhorse was not an ordinary soldier, but the renowned and powerful Marquis Xingyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
When my mother spoke of this, her tone was always filled with relief and satisfaction. She seemed to be happier about the heroic feat of Xingyuan Hou in saving all the people at the border, rather than just saving her.
Nurha had never had the honor to see the legendary Xingyuan Hou Xue Yonghuai in person, but in the hearts of the Xirong people, Xue Yonghuai's name was like an indelible shadow. He was the iron-blooded guardian of Yushan Pass that they had been unable to cross for many years.
However, even heroes have to grow old. Just over half a year ago, this lifelong warrior of steel could not withstand the erosion of fate and fell forever in the long river of history.
This time, Nurhadu disguised himself as an entourage of the diplomatic envoys and came to the capital of the Great Zhou. His father, King Zhahemu, revealed a far-reaching plan to him: Marquis Xingyuan was dead, and this might be their last time to pay tribute to the Great Zhou.
Zhahemu predicted with longing that in the near future, it would be the Great Zhou that would offer countless beauties, treasures, and even vast lands to their Western Rong royal court from generation to generation.
Nurhaci had deep doubts about this.
He admitted that there might be such a day, but he never believed that it would happen at the hands of his father Zhahemu.
Because in his heart, Zhahemu has always been a bastard, and he firmly believes that a bastard cannot achieve such a great feat.
He was also willing to believe that the person his mother had always admired and missed would not be a bad person.
The sound of horse hooves galloped past like thunder. When the dust settled, Nurha looked up and saw a towering mansion gate, exuding a solemn atmosphere.
Above the door lintel, the four golden characters "Xingyuan Marquis Mansion" shine in the sun, sparkling like stars.
He was dressed in clothes with Western Rong characteristics, riding on a warhorse, looking heroic. This foreign attire immediately attracted the doorman and the people on the street, who stopped to watch and point.
At the same time, Xue Zhongfu also hurriedly took leave from the Ministry of Works and returned.
When he learned that his elder brother had asked the emperor for permission to revoke the title of Xingyuan Hou Shizi, his heart was naturally in turmoil.
As soon as he got off the sedan chair, he saw Nurhaci standing on horseback, staring at the plaque in front of the mansion gate. Xue Zhongfu couldn't help but feel puzzled, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
As he stepped onto the steps of the Marquis' Mansion, his eyes were always fixed on the young man of a different race in front of him.
Nurhadu met the other party's gaze with the same openness and frankness. He also saw the determination and majesty revealed between Xue Zhongfu's brows, which made people dare not underestimate him.
Nurhadu smiled slightly and spoke first in a slightly awkward Chinese: "I am Nurhadu from Xirong. I have the honor of accompanying the diplomatic delegation to visit the Great Zhou. I have come here to appreciate the elegance of the Xingyuan Marquisate."
His words were humble and appropriate, expressing both his respect for the Xingyuan Marquisate and his own identity.
Upon hearing this, Xue Zhongfu secretly admired the cultivation of this young man from another race.
He smiled politely and said humbly, "My name is Xue Zhongfu, the second son of the Xingyuan Marquisate. Since you have come specially to visit, why not come in, sit down, have some tea and chat, and show your hospitality."
But he was secretly on guard in his heart. There had always been undercurrents between the Western Rong and the Great Zhou. Nurhatu's arrival at this time might not be without significance, but he could not lose his manners and let the Great Zhou lose face.
A hint of surprise flashed in Nurhadu's eyes. He didn't expect Xue Zhongfu to invite him into his house for a chat.
"Second Young Master, you are too polite. I won't bother you today. We have a long way to go. See you later!"
Nurhadu bowed gracefully on his horse, then he gripped the reins tightly, turned the horse's head lightly, whipped it, and rode away.
Xue Zhongfu stood in front of the marquis's mansion, watching Nurhadu's back disappear around the corner.
At this time, the doorman hurried out of the mansion and reported: "Second Master, the old lady and the eldest master have all returned home."
Xue Zhongfu nodded slightly, but an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart. In the past, everyone in the mansion respectfully called Xue Yuanchu "Prince", and that title seemed to have been integrated into everyone's bones.
Now, in just half a day, the name has quietly changed, making it difficult for him to adapt for a while.
As soon as Xue Zhongfu stepped into the front yard of Xiangyun Hall, he heard the gentle and calm voice of his elder brother Xue Yuanchu, which was soothing and comforting everyone present.
"Since His Majesty has given his consent, I naturally cannot remain in the capital for long. Once everything is ready, I will depart immediately."
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