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A friendly reminder: This novel is purely fictional!
I'll say it three times because it's important: It's a fictional story! It's a fictional story! It's a fictional story!!!
[Putting brains in here (is like being completely lost and losing all sense of reason while reading!)]
On the eighth day of the seventh month of the twentieth year of the Kangxi reign (1681), in the summer, in the Nenjiang River basin.
The fiery sun slowly rises over the depths of the grassland, with herds of cattle and sheep grazing in the distance. Yurts, like white clouds, stand proudly against the blue sky and green grass. Wisps of smoke rise straight into the clouds, entwining with the white clouds on the horizon.
At the foot of Aobao Mountain, the leaders of various tribes gathered with their people to prepare for the grandest annual event—the Aobao Festival. (Baogedao Agula!) The actual scene of Aobao Mountain shows everyone dressed in their own ethnic costumes, wearing prepared offerings, and waiting for the leaders' instructions.
The area in front of the Aobao Mountain was filled with sacrificial offerings: roasted whole lamb, milk wine, dairy products, hada scarves, and gifts that the herders wanted to present to the Eternal Heaven. (A picture of the roasted whole lamb will be taken later.) The ceremony began with a respected elder offering incense and prayers, followed by lamas chanting scriptures. The chieftain then led his people to circle the Aobao Mountain three times clockwise, praying for the Eternal Heaven to bless them with favorable weather and abundant harvests.
Among the crowd, there was a man wearing a red brocade Mongolian robe, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, a white pearl on his forehead, and simple blue agate headdresses on both sides. He wore a leather belt embroidered with a sunflower and black leather boots.
Although her outfit was simple, her flawless white face and curvaceous, tall figure made all the men unable to resist looking at her.
Especially her slender, jade-like neck, which was revealed when she lowered her head, made the women around her extremely envious.
"Harigana! In a moment, you and your mother go back to the carriage and wait. Don't wander off, understand?"
Harigana looked at Eji with a puzzled expression and said that she also wanted to watch the show for a while, but when she met Eji's unquestionable gaze, she could only nod in agreement.
Habril looked at his younger sister's timid and submissive manner and felt a little disdainful. She was clearly very pretty, but she never left the house, spending her days either engrossed in books or waiting for servants to bring her books.
Haburi glanced at Harigana, then at the figure not far away, his eyes darting around as he made a plan.
"Harigana, let's go! I'll take you back!"
Namuria looked at her own Wuhendu's pitiful eyes and wanted to plead with her mother to let Harigana watch the Naadam from afar for a while.
Before he could even speak, Harigana was dragged away by Haburi!
"Go on, go on! Didn't you hear what Mother said? Hurry back and read your book!"
Although Habril's voice was not loud, those around him could hear it.
Saenja frowned slightly, wanting to scold her eldest daughter, but was stopped by her husband.
Namuria watched the two people walk away, then looked helplessly at his wife, who simply smiled and remained silent.
"Habrjun is really getting more and more outrageous!"
Senja whispered something in her husband's ear, her tone full of dissatisfaction.
With slightly red eyes, Harigana stumbled along following Haburi toward the carriage, his arm probably already covered in bruises.
"Egeqi, it hurts!"
But Haburi seemed not to hear him, and his steps quickened, causing Harigana to nearly fall several times.
"Go up! You can't go down without Mother's orders, understand?"
Harigana nodded, rubbing his arm, and with the help of his maid, got into the carriage, which made Haburi frown.
On the carriage, Harigana gently lifted his sleeve, revealing five bluish-purple finger marks on his fair arm, which looked quite frightening.
"Princess!"
The maid looked at Harigana's arm with heartache and tears welled up in her eyes, but her hands were not idle at all. She took out some ointment from a box and gently applied it to Harigana's arm while comforting her.
"Princess, don't cry! The pain will subside soon after applying the medicine!"
After the maid finished applying the medicine, she blew on her arm, and the cool breeze made her feel much more comfortable.
"It doesn't hurt anymore!"
Her voice was as sweet as a nightingale's, making the little maid blush. It sounded like she was being coquettish, and her ears felt all tingly and numb!
After treating his arm, Harigana felt a bit bored. He peeked out from behind the curtains, but saw nothing but endless grassland. (Photo taken with phone) "Give me your sketchbook!"
Harigana took the sketchbook handed to him by the maid and stared blankly at the words on it.
She was a little angry. Even though Habril had treated her badly before, he had never hurt her like this before.
But this time it really went too far. Not only did they not wait for Aha to plead with Eji, but they also grabbed her roughly. The slight stinging on her arm made her wince in discomfort.
Perhaps, it's less about anger and more about disappointment!
In my past life, I was confined to a hospital ward all day due to heart disease, unable to do anything but read. Even watching a comedy show would scare the nurses into turning it off to prevent my heart from fluctuating too much.
For a full twenty years, she rarely left the hospital. She couldn't have any joy, anger, sorrow or happiness to avoid triggering her illness. She could only pass the time by reading various books in her ward!
Finally, her heart stopped beating when she was about to turn twenty-one, and when she opened her eyes again, she was in this dynasty.
Harigana, 18 years old, Mongolian. Her father is the leader of the Borchijin tribe, and her mother is the daughter of the leader of the Chahar tribe.
At first, she was terrified, afraid that others would discover her difference and mistake her for a monster. So she stayed huddled in the yurt, trembling with fear, until a few days later she realized that she had been worrying unnecessarily.
The original owner was physically weak and suffered from heart disease like her, so she rarely went out, resulting in no one being able to notice her abnormality except for her maid.
The original owner died because he secretly went out riding a horse, which was too exciting and put too much strain on his heart. He ended up going to the Heavenly Palace to find the Keeper of the Heavenly Horses.
To Harigana’s surprise, she miraculously recovered after she arrived.
She has been here for seven or eight years. During these seven or eight years, she has worked hard to learn and get used to life here, but there are still many things she has not learned or seen.
Just like the Naadam festival that was about to begin, this was the first time she had ever seen such a large-scale Naadam, so she was particularly curious.
But for some reason, Senjiya resolutely refused to let her show her face in public, not only forbidding her from watching the Naadam festival, but also from appearing in any crowded places.
If Harigana had known that this would be what she got, she would have feigned illness and not come, at least she could have been comfortably lying in the yurt instead of feeling stuffy and uncomfortable in this cramped carriage.
(Harigana: a flower symbolizing purity and resilience! Eji: mother! Eqige/Abu: father! Egeqi: older sister! Aha: older brother! Wuhendu: younger sister! Du: younger brother!) A real-life photo taken with a mobile phone during the morning Ovoo worship ceremony.
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