In the afternoon, the camp became noisy. Qingyan heard the sound of horses' hooves outside and quickly sent Sulan out to see what was happening.
A carriage sped towards the tent of the Left Wing Prince. Soon after, Tulichen returned with the Imperial Guards to protect Kangxi and the princes. Qingyan, seeing that Yin was alright, finally relaxed.
"Fourth Prince, what's wrong?" After seeing Kangxi off, Yin Gong went straight back to his tent.
Qingyan went up to him and asked as she approached Yin.
"Good girl..." Yin seemed to have survived a disaster, holding her soft body to prove that he was still alive.
Qingyan noticed Yin's unstable emotions and looked at him curiously.
"What's wrong?" Qingyan looked up at him. "Fourth Brother, did something happen at the hunting grounds?"
Qingyan believed that she had encountered a pack of wolves on her first visit to the Mulan Hunting Grounds, and this time...
"Goodness, the Left Wing Prince was hit by a stray bullet. It must be that someone from the Mongol tribes bought weapons from Tsarist Russia." Yin and the people from the arsenal were already looking at them, and they even found the grenade launcher, discovering that such things were not made by the Qing Dynasty at all.
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"Fourth Brother, are other people alright?!" Qingyan looked at Yin in surprise. "Do we need to put on a show?"
"Su Peisheng has gone to comfort the twins. The children are with Father Emperor, so there shouldn't be any problems. We two should probably go and visit them. What do you think we should bring?" Yin knew that Qingyan always brought a lot of things with him when he went out, and medicinal herbs were an essential part of their journey.
"What did Father Emperor hint at?" Qingyan rubbed his temples. If the princes really had to step forward, Kangxi must have hinted at something to them.
"That's right, give him ginseng!" Yin slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering Kangxi. He had lost so much blood, he definitely needed ginseng to replenish his strength, it was a very nourishing thing.
Yin Zhao came out and Qing Yan felt a chill run down his spine. Kangxi was really ruthless; he actually wanted to use ginseng to control people.
"Could it be... that he is too weak to absorb nourishment?!" Qingyan asked in a low voice, making sure the two of them could hear him.
Yin nodded slightly: "Nothing else, you change into some plain clothes and we'll go take a look first. My eldest brother is very busy. After visiting him, you have to come with me. The ninth brother is really too busy. Father, I need your help. The ninth brother's wife has already been conscripted by Yin."
Qingyan stared at Yin in astonishment. After regaining her composure, she quickly told Sulan to go inside and change into a youthful palace dress. She wore flowerpot-shaped shoes and a chrysanthemum headdress adorned with kingfisher feathers. In Qingyan's mind, chrysanthemums were for mourning the dead, and with the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, it was the perfect time to appreciate chrysanthemums and eat crabs.
Inside the camp, the imperial guards intensified their patrols, meticulously demarcating the boundary between Manchuria and Mongolia. The soldiers patrolling the border were all armed with firearms.
Before the tent of the Left Wing Prince, Qingyan saw the Empress Dowager's palanquin. Inside the tent, the sounds of weeping could be heard, and the Empress Dowager's reprimands reached the ears of the two princes.
"Don't even think about using Hutulifengsheng Zhalafen's marriage to blackmail him. The Emperor will not allow any more royal princesses to marry into Mongolia. You should all behave yourselves," the Empress Dowager said coldly. "You should use this opportunity to grab some compensation you can get your hands on."
The Empress Dowager was quite troubled by the complaints of the Left Wing Prince's wife, which explains why Emperor Kangxi sent him to resolve the issue.
"Your Majesty, how can you not help your family? We're here to save face for you," the Fujin said unwillingly.
"Heh, all this talk is so high and mighty. If this hadn't happened, would you have come to see me? When you were paying your respects, who didn't secretly wish for my early demise? Listen to me carefully: the daughters of the royal family are all betrothed by the emperor. I, this old woman, don't have that much power. I'm not your aunt, and you can't cover for me. Besides, the direction of the shooting was your tribe. You should be investigating yourselves, not trying to blackmail the royal family." The Empress Dowager was furious.
After she finished speaking, the Left Wing Prince's wife dared not say another word. She hoped to keep the Empress Dowager in the dark and trick her into agreeing. Who would have thought that the Empress Dowager not only knew, but knew a great deal about it.
"Your Majesty, I will apologize for this matter," came the hoarse voice of the Left Wing Prince. "It was our tribe that made the move. Your Majesty, please, for the sake of our blood ties, allow my infant son to inherit the throne of this prince."
After the left-wing prince was injured, the imperial physicians came to examine him. The injuries were too severe, and he might not survive. All they could do now was buy time.
"Three-year-old Ganjur?" the Empress Dowager asked, looking at the Left Wing Prince.
“Yes, I’ve always called him Ganjur, it’s been my nickname. Now, the child is going to inherit this position,” the Left Wing Prince said to the Empress Dowager.
"Let's change the child's name. Do you want the child to be raised in the capital?" the Empress Dowager said, looking at the Left Wing Prince.
“Yes, let Fourth Prince raise her. Hutuli Fengsheng Zhalafeng Gege and Ganjur are quite far apart in age, so it would be good for her to be her younger brother.” The Left Wing Prince only thought of bringing Qingyan’s daughter over after listening to the High Priest’s words.
Upon hearing the name of the successor chosen by the Left Wing Prince, the Princess Consort burst into tears.
This is the youngest son born to the concubine of the Left Wing Prince. The sons of the Left Wing Prince's concubine are all married and certainly cannot inherit the throne.
"Your Highness, are you really going to let your eldest son be suppressed by such a young child?" The wife of the Left Wing Prince was furious.
For years, the two wives of the Left Wing Prince had been fighting each other, and the Left Wing Prince simply turned a blind eye and never thought of restraining them.
"Both of you must be buried alive with him." The Mongol tribes still maintained the custom of burying people alive with the dead, so the Left Prince knew that his days were numbered and he just wanted to pave a good future for his son.
"Huricha, go and fetch Ganjur," the Left Wing Prince said directly to his chief bodyguard.
After Hu Ri investigated the injuries of the Left Wing Prince, he also realized that this incident had nothing to do with the Qing Dynasty's imperial family, but rather with the sons of the Left Wing Prince's wife.
"Empress Dowager, I hope that Huricha can stay by Ganjur's side. I just hope he can protect Ganjur's safety." The Left Wing Prince pleaded, "I will beg His Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Okay, I agree. Once Guai comes over, we'll talk to her and you and Ganjur will come up with a name."
"Let's name him Batubhe, Your Majesty. This child is very well-behaved. I hope you can take care of him. When he comes of age, he can return to the Mongol tribe to inherit the throne. Huricha and Uhrichinfu are my personal guards. They have taken care of the affairs of the Left Wing Mongols. In addition, this matter is... the truth. No one here will refuse his inheritance." The Left Wing Prince pleaded.
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