"Your humble servant Nan Chu pays his respects to the Great Khan."
(This was during the ninth year of the Tiancong reign, when Huang Taiji had not yet formally proclaimed himself emperor, so he was still referred to as the Great Khan.)
As soon as he entered, Nan Chu bowed respectfully.
"Please rise quickly, Nan Chu, you are a great contributor to my cause this time."
Nan Chu cupped his hands in greeting, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Your Majesty flatters me."
"Hey, Nan Chu, you're too kind."
Huang Taiji said this, but his eyes were filled with satisfaction as he looked at Nan Chu, whose face was full of honesty and humility. A glint of shrewdness appeared in his eyes. Nan Chu was loyal and humble, unlike the other ministers who outwardly obeyed him, but inwardly...
After thinking it over, Huang Taiji was even more pleased with his cousin.
He suddenly showed some concern for Nan Chu, who had just finished his official duties: "Are you tired lately? How about I give you a couple of days off?"
Nan Chu looked up in surprise, "The Great Khan?"
What did Huang Taiji mean by this? Did he feel that Huang Taiji had too much power and had offended the Khan?
Nan Chu pondered, carefully reviewing the memories in his mind, counting whether he had really done anything wrong that might offend the Great Khan... No, Nan Chu frowned inwardly, becoming even more careful on the surface, maintaining an unusually respectful expression as he said, "It is my honor to serve the Great Khan, and I feel no burden at all."
"You're just too meticulous," Huang Taiji said, glancing at Nan Chu with satisfaction.
"Alright, if you're not tired, then continue with the court session."
"Yes, Great Khan."
Nan Chu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the Khan simply thought he was tired and wanted to give him a break.
After chatting with Huang Taiji, it was natural to talk about the serious matters of Mongolia. Getting back to the point, Huang Taiji was a very responsible and capable emperor.
After the two finished discussing business, Huang Taiji nodded slightly and added a missing detail about what Nan Chu had done before preparing to let Nan Chu leave.
As he was leaving, Nan Chu inexplicably thought of the sickly Jarut in the mansion. He had heard that the doctors of the Han people were generally much better than the shamans, especially the imperial physicians who had submitted to the Khan. He thought it might be better if he asked the Khan to ask a few imperial physicians to take back to the Fujin (wife of the emperor) for a check-up; perhaps she would recover faster that way.
After thinking it over, Nan Chu stopped in his tracks.
Huang Taiji looked at Nan Chu, who was still in the hall, with some surprise. "Nan Chu, is there something else?"
Nan Chu knelt down and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, I have heard that the imperial physicians of the Han people are mostly highly skilled. I beg Your Majesty to bestow an imperial physician upon my wife."
Huang Taiji was taken aback.
Since bestowing the Zhalute clan upon Nan Chu, and with his beloved Hailanzhu by his side, he would have almost forgotten the existence of the Zhalute Borjigit clan if it weren't for Nan Chu.
Recalling that he had bestowed Borjigit upon Nan Chu when she had just given birth to her daughter and was in confinement, and that Nan Chu was now sending him an imperial physician, Huang Taiji felt inexplicably guilty.
But that feeling was fleeting.
His expression turned serious, revealing nothing, and he smiled faintly, saying, "You treat her quite well."
Just as Nan Chu was about to guess Huang Taiji's meaning, he heard Huang Taiji's next words.
"Well, you can take both imperial physicians back with you."
"yes."
...He came alone, but when he returned, Nan Chu brought two elderly Han Chinese physicians with frail arms and legs.
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As soon as the two imperial physicians returned with Nan Chu, they began to perform their duties, taking the pulse of the former master, the East Palace Consort of Zhalute, whom they thought they would never see again.
The two physicians, worthy of being imperial physicians sent to the palace, were able to describe almost everything about Zhalute's condition within minutes of taking his pulse.
After taking her pulse, the two men said to Nan Chu, who was guarding the door, "The princess's tongue is pale red and thin, and her pulse is wiry or thin. In addition, she has just given birth and has been emotionally stimulated, resulting in low mood. This indicates stagnation of liver qi. Furthermore, her qi and blood are weak, making her susceptible to invasion by pathogenic factors."
Nan Chu couldn't understand what the imperial physician was saying, but he knew that the physician's words were definitely not good. He anxiously asked, "Is there any way to solve this so that the princess can get better soon?"
The two imperial physicians looked at each other for a moment, and then the older, thinner physician stepped forward. He stroked his beard and said, "My lord, please don't worry. The princess's physical condition is actually easy to treat. As long as I prescribe a few doses of medicine and she drinks them properly, she will be fine. It's just that her mental illness is not so easy to cure."
Nan Chu understood the imperial physician's meaning, which was that the princess's biggest problem was not physical illness but mental illness. He frowned and said, "Imperial physician, please go ahead and treat her. As for her mental illness, I will persuade her properly later."
"yes."
The imperial physicians answered in unison.
Physician Hu, the same thin physician who had just answered Lord Nan Chu, stroked his beard as he watched Lord Nan Chu walk away. He suddenly felt that it might not be such a bad thing for their Crown Princess to marry outside the palace and become Lord Nan Chu's wife.
Based on what he had just seen, this man was undoubtedly of good character. If Lady Zhalute could understand this, her future would be bright.
Physician Hu pondered the Princess Consort's prescription even more earnestly with his colleagues.
...
When Qingyin woke up, it was already midnight.
She opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit, with only the faint light of a single candle illuminating her eyes, which stung them slightly.
Her throat was dry and hoarse, and her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of medicine. The room was also filled with an unpleasant bitter medicine smell, which clearly indicated that she was ill.
Despite the lingering discomfort in her lower body and the intense hunger, Qingyin sat up. She looked around the room, noticing a young girl dressed as a maid by the bedside, and the expensive decorations that, despite the strong smell of medicine, still exuded a refined air. She vaguely guessed the memory node she was currently in.
She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, absorbing the original owner's memories.
Her original name was Zhalute Borjigit, daughter of Daiqing Beile of the Zhalute tribe of Mongolia. In 1632, she submitted to the Later Jin dynasty and was immediately made the Crown Prince's consort. In 1637, she gave birth to the sixth princess, and in 1638, she gave birth to the ninth princess. In the same year, she lost the competition for the emperor's favor with Hailanzhu and was expelled from the palace by Huang Taiji on the grounds of "dissatisfaction". In 1635, she was given to Nanchu, a nobleman of the Yehe tribe (Huang Taiji's cousin).
After being bestowed upon Nan Chu, she remained depressed and frail, only clinging to life because of her two daughters in the palace. Her two daughters, without their mother's protection in the palace, died young. Upon learning of her daughters' deaths, Zhalute, outside the palace, was overcome with grief and vomited blood, soon following suit and dying of depression. (This part is for plot purposes, please don't take it too seriously, hugs ヽ(*???*)?)
This was the original owner's brief lifetime.
It was evening on the third day after the original owner of this body was given to Nan Chu.
The original owner of this body had just been betrothed and was feeling down. She had been on a hunger strike for several days and was also emotionally agitated, so she was in a semi-comatose state.
Qingyin opened her eyes and weakly touched her stomach. "No wonder she's so hungry."
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