The most favored princess in the imperial harem, the delicate little princess of Emperor Kangxi

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Warm reminder, this novel is purely fictional!!!

I’ll say it three times: It’s a lie! It’s a lie! It’s a lie!!!

[I am reading this book with my mind in the dark and my rationality abandoned!]

On the eighth day of the seventh month in the twentieth year of the Kangxi reign (1681), summer, Nenjiang River Basin.

The fiery red sun slowly rises over the deep grasslands. In the distance, herds of cattle and sheep appear. Mongolian yurts stand tall and proud amidst the blue sky and green grass, like white clouds. Curling smoke from cooking stoves reaches the sky, entwining with the white clouds on the horizon.

At the foot of Aobao Mountain, tribal leaders and their people gathered to prepare for the grandest annual event: the Aobao Festival. (Baogedao Agula!) A real scene from Aobao Mountain. Everyone wore their ethnic costumes, bearing prepared offerings, and waited for the leader's instructions.

The area in front of Aobao Mountain is filled with offerings, including roasted whole lamb, milk wine, dairy products, Hada (Hadā), and gifts that herders want to give to Eternal Heaven. (Image of roasted whole lamb online (I'll take a real-life photo later)) The ritual begins with a respected elder offering incense and praying. Then, a lama begins chanting. The leader leads his tribe in a clockwise circle around Aobao Mountain three times, praying for good weather and good harvests.

In the crowd, there was a person wearing a red brocade Mongolian robe, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, a white pearl on his forehead, a simple headdress with blue agate stones on both sides, a leather belt embroidered with a sunflower, and a pair of black leather boots on his feet.

Although her outfit was simple, her flawless face and tall, curvy figure made the men unable to help but look at her.

Especially when she lowered her head, her slender neck was exposed, which made the women around her envious.

"Harigana! You and your Egeqi will go back to the carriage and wait. Don't run around. Got it?"

Harigana looked at Eji in confusion and said that she also wanted to watch the show for a while, but when she met her Eji's unquestionable gaze, she could only nod in agreement.

Haburi looked down on his sister, who was so timid and submissive. She was obviously very beautiful, but she never left the house. Every day she was either reading a book or waiting for the servants to bring her a book.

He glanced at Harigana, then at the figure not far away. Habuji's eyes turned and he had a plan in his mind.

"Harigana, let's go! I'll take you back!"

Namuriya looked at the pitiful eyes of her own son Wuhendu and wanted to plead with Eji to let Harigana watch the Nadam Festival from a distance for a while.

But before he could say anything, Harigana was dragged away by Habuji!

"Let's go! Didn't you hear what Eji said? Go back and read your book!"

Although Habuji's voice was not loud, people around him could still hear it.

Saenjia frowned slightly and wanted to scold her eldest daughter, but was stopped by her husband beside her.

Namuriya looked at the two people who had already walked away, and looked helplessly at his wife. The latter just smiled and said nothing.

"Habri is really getting more and more outrageous!"

Seinjia whispered quietly in her husband's ear, her tone full of dissatisfaction.

Harigana's eyes were slightly red as he stumbled along following Habji's footsteps towards the carriage. His arms were probably bruised.

"Egeqi, it hurts!"

But Habuji seemed not to hear him, and his steps became faster and faster, and Harigana almost fell down several times.

"Go up! You can't go down without Eji's order, okay?"

Harigana nodded, rubbed his arm, and got into the carriage with the help of the maid, which made Habuji frown.

In the carriage, Harigana gently lifted up his sleeves, revealing five purple finger marks on his fair arms, which looked very scary.

"Princess!"

The maidservant looked at Harigana's arm with heartache and burst into tears, but her hands were not idle at all. She took out the ointment from the box on the side and gently applied it to her, while comforting her with her words.

"Princess, don't cry! The pain will go away in a while after applying the medicine!"

After the maid applied the medicine, she blew on her arm. The cool breeze made her feel much more comfortable.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore!”

The voice was like that of a yellow oriole, and the little maidservant blushed when she heard it. She felt like she was acting coquettishly, and her ears felt numb!

After treating his arm, Harigana felt a bit bored and opened the curtain to look around. He could see nothing but the vast grassland. (Photo taken with mobile phone) "Give me the sketchbook!"

Harigana took the sketchbook handed to her by the maid and began to stare blankly at the words on it.

She was a little angry. Even though Habuji had been mean to her before, he had never hurt her like he did today.

But this time it was really too much. Not only did he not wait for Aha to plead with Eji, he just grabbed her roughly. The slight stinging on her arm made her frown uncomfortably.

Perhaps, rather than being angry, it can be said that I am lost!

In my previous life, I was confined to a hospital ward due to heart disease. I could do nothing but read. Even watching a comedy show would scare the nurses into turning off the TV to prevent my heart from fluctuating.

For a full twenty years, she could only step out of the hospital gate a few times. She could not express any emotions, such as joy, anger, or sadness, to avoid a relapse of the disease. She could only spend her time reading various books in the ward!

Finally, her heart stopped beating when she was about to turn twenty-one, and she opened her eyes again in this dynasty.

Harigana, 18 years old, is a Mongolian. Her father is the chief of the Borchijin tribe, and her mother is the daughter of the chief of the Chahar tribe.

At first, she was terrified, worried that others would notice her differences and mistake her for a monster. So she stayed in her yurt, trembling with fear. A few days later, she realized she had been worrying too much.

The original owner was weak and had a heart disease like her, so she seldom went out. As a result, no one except the maidservants around her could notice her abnormality.

The reason why the original owner died was that he secretly went out to ride a horse. It was too stimulating and put too much pressure on his heart, so he went to the Heavenly Palace to find Bi Ma Wen.

But what surprised Harigana was that after she came, she miraculously got better.

She has been here for seven or eight years. During these seven or eight years, she has worked very hard to learn and get used to the life here, but there are still many things she has not learned or seen.

Just like the Naadam that was about to begin, it was her first time to encounter such a large-scale Naadam, so she was particularly curious.

But for some reason, Saenjia was determined not to let her show up in public. Not only did she not allow her to watch the Nadam Festival, she also did not allow her to appear in any crowded occasions.

If Harigana had known what would happen after she arrived, she would have definitely claimed to be sick and not come. At least she could have been lying comfortably in the yurt instead of feeling stuffy and uncomfortable in this cramped carriage.

(Harigana: a flower that symbolizes purity and tenacity! Eji: mother! Eqige\Abu: father! Egeqi: sister! Aha: brother! Wuhendu: sister! Du: brother!) Morning oboo worship. Photo taken with a mobile phone. Actual scene.