As dawn approached, the courtyard of the post station was illuminated by torches. After wiping his hands clean with a silk handkerchief, Tulichen turned and walked into the main hall to report the news.
Seeing the slight upturn at the corners of Tulichen's mouth, Yinhe felt relieved. It probably wasn't the prince or the ministers behind him who did it.
"Left Wing Prince, this incident was instigated by the Right Wing Prince's primary wife. Those three were sent by the leaders of the Right Wing tribes, who are considered to be equals to you. Leaders, can you give your servants a definite answer? A fire has broken out in the capital. If it wasn't caused by human intervention, His Majesty should issue an edict of self-reproach. You..." Tu Lichen asked, looking at the leaders.
Upon hearing this, Batubuhe felt instantly at ease. As long as his brothers' maternal relatives did not have any special occasions, it was none of his business how the leaders of the right-wing tribes were punished.
“Ama...is this related to the Left Wing tribe?” Batubuhe asked.
"No!" Yin said reassuringly.
"May I go to the side hall to rest?" Batubuhe asked.
Yin looked at Hu Richa and told him to arrange for the guards to take Batu Buhe to rest.
Here, Batumuhe is the future master, and even if he is young, he should be served by the slaves of Mongolia.
After Batubuhe left, Yin smashed the teacup on the ground, his face darkening.
"You don't want to stay in the capital properly? Father Emperor only spared you because he felt sorry for you after the old prince's passing. Now, you dare to launch a final attack here?" Yin said, his eyes bloodshot.
The leaders quickly stood up to apologize, as they knew they could not bear the responsibility for Yin's crime.
“Prince Zhi, we dare not think that way. The Right Wing tribes have provoked us many times. We did not retaliate because we were observing mourning for the old prince. Those people were clearly taking advantage of our situation. Who would have thought that these gentlemen would dare to make a move?” Ogden, who had the highest rank among them, quickly explained.
"Ogden, the Right Prince has come in person?" Yin asked coldly.
Ogden quickly nodded and told the princes what had happened that day.
After the Laba Festival banquet, the leaders of the left-wing tribes returned to the post station as quickly as possible. They bid each other farewell in the courtyard and went straight into their rooms.
Several young chieftains were intercepted by the chieftain of the right-wing tribe. They were going to drink together. The chieftains understood that the old prince's mourning period was not over. If they were on the grassland, it wouldn't be a big deal for them to do this.
If these men dared to do such a thing in front of Emperor Kangxi, he would not forgive them.
After the Right Wing Prince entered the hall, he first greeted the princes, including Yin, and then looked around. Batu Buhe was not present.
The Right Wing Prince's wife went to a side hall. Qingyan noticed that she was wearing a bright red Mongolian robe and a red coral headdress, showing no intention of observing mourning for the old prince.
According to seniority, the Right Wing Prince and his wife were still juniors of the old Prince, and were of the same generation as Batubuhe.
The princess's wife knelt on the ground, but Yin Genjueluo and the others did not rouse her.
The Mongol wives were puzzled as to why Qingyan and the others remained silent.
“Fujin, by all accounts, these words should not be mine.” Yin Genjueluo looked coldly at the Right Wing Prince’s wife. “The old prince has passed away, and you should be observing mourning. According to seniority, the old prince was a generation above you. Regardless of the rules on the grasslands, where are you now?”
As soon as the words fell, the wives of the Right Wing Prince's tribe secretly regretted their carelessness. Some of them were wearing dark-colored clothes, which clearly showed that they were too old to look good in bright colors, and they even looked like they were trying to look younger.
From now on, the wives of the Mongol princesses will definitely become even more virtuous, and they won't dare to do anything behind the scenes.
“Madam, that sounds strange. We are definitely observing mourning for the late Prince. You see, we have already settled down.” The Right Prince’s primary wife quickly said.
Qingyan sneered. The Right Wing Prince's wife was actually acting this way. With just one unfilial remark, if the Empress Dowager were truly in a daze, this wife might have to observe 27 days of mourning in Mongolia.
“Madam, if that’s the case… you’re overestimating yourself!” Li Dequan walked in from outside.
The sisters-in-law of the Yin Genjue Luo clan all addressed Li Dequan as "Anda," while the Right Wing Prince's wife looked at Li Dequan, wondering why he had come.
“Eunuch Li, I was speaking with the Grand Princess Consort, why did you interrupt?” The Right Wing Prince looked down on these eunuchs, considering them all to be lowly servants.
"His Majesty instructed me to inform all the Mongol wives that it has only been a hundred days since the old prince passed away." Li Dequan's words caused the wives' faces to turn pale.
Kangxi meant that the Mongol wives observed the mourning period for the princes.
Among them were several who had been married off by the late emperor and quickly came up from the back.
Li Dequan was very satisfied to see that all the wives were dressed in plain clothes, and even their headdresses were silver.
"Tu Lichen, go and arrange for these ladies to rest first," Li Dequan said to Tu Lichen as he approached.
"Yes!" Tu Lichen bowed slightly as Li Dequan instructed.
The wives bowed and said, "Thank you, Anda."
The wives of the Right Wing Prince all turned their heads. What was so special about these wives? On the grasslands, they all rejected these princesses who were sent for marriage alliances, but in the capital, they had become highly sought-after.
“Right Wing Prince’s wife, if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve brought Aunt Narentuya here so she can give it to you.” Li Dequan looked towards the doorway, where a woman wearing a light brown cloak walked in. After removing her hood, Narentuya’s face was revealed to everyone. She had already taken off the headdress bestowed upon her by the Empress Dowager and put on a set of plain silver headdress.
"Greetings to the wives." Narentuya first greeted the Ingenjueluo clan and others, then turned to greet the Mongolian wives.
The Right Wing Prince's wife looked rather displeased. Why didn't she greet them first?
“My ladies, you still have to observe a hundred days of mourning. Although you shouldn’t wear mourning clothes when you come to the palace for the festival, you can at least wear plain clothes, right? You shouldn’t wear these gold ornaments on your heads; instead, you should wear simple headdresses.” Narentuya looked at the ladies from the Right Wing Prince’s tribe, each of them wearing bright red, which was definitely inappropriate.
"Narentuya, did the Empress Dowager send you, or...?" the Right Wing Prince's wife asked casually.
Qingyan sat down beside her and noticed that Narentuya's face looked very bad. The Empress Dowager knew about this matter and did not allow Kangxi to take any action.
“It’s the Empress Dowager,” Narentuya said directly.
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