Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

"Is it done?" Erdeni asked Dushihuoer anxiously outside the big tent.

Dushihuoer shook his head with lingering fear, "The Khan said to me, 'If I marry Wu Keshan's granddaughter into the palace, should I show leniency to the descendants of Wu Keshan and Manzhu Xili?' It seems that the families of Wu Keshan and Manzhu Xili are really finished!"

"What!" Erdeni was shocked and said palely, "They are finished, maybe it will be our turn next!"

Seeing how scared he was, Dushhuoer chuckled, "The Khan is a great ruler, so he can put state affairs before beauty. However, according to my observation, he stared at the girl Hasi for a long time before slowly shaking his head. After sending Hasi away, he asked me to arrange for other noble ladies of the Khorchin tribe. It can be seen that he is not dislikes beauty, but just does not want to let go of the families of Wu Kesan and Manzhu Xili. The Khan does not hate other people, you don't have to worry."

"Sigh~" Erdeni sighed, "It's a pity that the two princes have been so powerful throughout their lives, but ended up like this!"

"My dear nephew, the power of God is unpredictable. From now on, you must never say that you sympathize with those two families. Remember! Remember!" Dushhor hurriedly stopped him from sighing.
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It was late at night, but the diligent Great Khan Lianhua could not fall asleep and began to review memorials. Although the little girl named Hasi brought by Dushhor did not arouse his interest, she succeeded in arousing his loneliness. How to pass the long night? Only memorials.

"Great Khan, the commander of the Hada army wishes to see you." Just as he was working day and night, the guard came to report.

"Hmm?" Sultan raised his sword-like eyebrows, his small eyes gleaming with light, and shouted in a low voice: "Call him in."

Hada walked into the tent with steady steps and as soon as he saw the emperor, he presented a secret letter, "Khan, I have found the mother and son. After detailed questioning, I have confirmed that they are not the false emperor's bloodline, but the children of the deposed queen and another Khorchin man."

The fake emperor Hada mentioned was Emperor Shunzhi, and the deposed empress was Erdene Bumba (also known as Mengguqing), the youngest daughter of Wu Keshan, who was deposed as Consort Jing by Emperor Shunzhi. There were three reasons why Emperor Shunzhi deposed the empress: the marriage was arranged by Doryan, and the couple had a bad relationship; although the empress was beautiful, she was jealous and immoral; the empress liked luxury and would never wear accessories without gold and silver jewelry. Everyone with a discerning eye knew that he wanted his favorite concubine Dong E to be the empress, but things did not go as he wished, and the position of empress eventually fell on another noble lady of Khorchin. After being deposed, Wu Keshan took his beloved daughter back to the Khorchin grassland ("... the deposed empress the day before yesterday, this month her father came to the court, and she was allowed to take her back"). Mongolia had no tradition of keeping chastity, so Wu Keshan chose a warrior from the tribe for his daughter, and the two gave birth to a son. The child was mistaken by the Korean envoy as the son of Emperor Shunzhi ("I heard that the Mongolian girl was once a descendant of Emperor Shunzhi, but she lost favor and returned to her country and gave birth to a son"). The talkative Korean envoy even claimed that the Qing court had repeatedly asked Mongolia to send back the son of Emperor Shunzhi, but was rejected by the Khorchin tribe. Thanks to the Koreans, the Wuyi Guard quickly passed the news that Emperor Shunzhi had a son left in the Khorchin Left Wing Middle Banner to the Lotus Khan. The son of the false emperor? Wouldn't that be an excellent hostage? The calculating Khan immediately ordered Hada to capture the man and investigate thoroughly.

"What did you say? That little baby was born to the deposed queen and someone else? Doesn't that mean the fake emperor is wearing a big hat?" Hearing this, Sultan laughed happily.

Although he did not understand what the Great Khan meant by "wearing a big hat", as the Great Khan's playmate in his youth, Hada knew that his master was the Guru Padmasambhava from heaven who had come down to earth. He was not surprised that his master often said inexplicable things, but smiled knowingly and responded devoutly. This is a loyal dog, who wants to enjoy what his master enjoys even though he does not know what his master enjoys.

"Hada, this is a serious matter, have you confirmed it?" After the laughter, someone asked seriously.

"I sent people to carefully question the deposed empress herself and the maids and old slaves around her, and confirmed that this child was born to the deposed empress and a warrior named Hongdege from the Khorchin tribe. The warrior loved drinking, and two years ago he got drunk and fell off his horse and died, leaving only the mother and son. If he is the son of the false emperor, he should be eight years old this year. However, after verification, the child is only six years old this year, so he is definitely not the son of the false emperor."

"What a shame! What a shame! She is of no use now." Sultan curled his lips and suddenly asked another question, "I heard that the deposed queen is as beautiful as a fairy, but she has a bad temper and often quarrels with the fake emperor. How old is she this year? Is she really as beautiful as the legend says?"

"In reply to the Khan, the deposed queen is 22 years old this year. She looks pretty, but she has a very strong temper. When I interrogated her, she scolded me repeatedly. She has the aura of a queen." Hada knew the Khan very well. When he mentioned the "queen", he emphasized his tone. "So she is a wild horse? Haha, I want to see what the deposed queen looks like." Sultan laughed, "Bring her in." If she were an ordinary woman, she would naturally not be in the eyes of the Khan, but if she was the queen of the Qing Dynasty, it would be different. Someone wants to see her.

The beauty walked into the tent, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, a few strands of unruly hair brushing her slender eyebrows, her gem-like almond eyes sparkling with agility, her deep gaze seemed to be able to see through all the vanity in the world, her nose was straight, her mouth was slightly upturned, revealing the unique stubbornness of a grassland woman, her skin was like cream, and she had a healthy rosy complexion. She was wearing a sky blue Mongolian robe, with a delicate and exquisite leather belt around her waist, outlining her figure very slender, and the wide cuffs swayed gently, making her look like a fairy, and she didn't say anything, but she had a noble air.

At this moment, Sultan had an illusion that he had encountered a horse on the grassland, free and unrestrained. "Are you the deposed empress of the pseudo-Qing Dynasty? What's your name? Erdene Bumba (meaning treasure bottle)? Uh~ It really is a treasure bottle," he couldn't help but praise.

"Bah! Tyrant, you killed my father and brother, you will surely be punished, and the Qing Dynasty will not let you go." The woman was indeed strong-willed and she started cursing as soon as they met.

"Haha, I have no intention of letting the Pseudo-Qing go," Sultan said with a disdainful smile, "Your father and several brothers died in battle. It is common for men to die on the battlefield. How can this be retribution?"

"Even if it is common for men to die on the battlefield, my third brother (referring to Biltahar) has been captured, and my brothers and nephews are still young. Why don't you let them go? What crime have the women committed that you want to send them as slaves? Aren't you called the Guru Padmasambhava incarnate? Is this your mercy?"

"We Mongolians are descendants of the Gray Wolf and the White Deer, and have never surrendered to anyone for thousands of years. Your father and uncles have forgotten the glory of their ancestors, and have been servile to the Manchus, helping them to kill their own people. This is really a disgrace to the Mongolians. I want to severely punish these people, deter other Mongolian tribes that are dependent on the Qing Dynasty, and rally the people's hearts! I want to tell all the people of Mongolia that the Yuan Dynasty has been revived! The Mongolians no longer have to bow to any force!" Sultan first said a few words that he thought were righteous. Seeing Erdene Bumba bowed his head and said nothing, he laughed again, "Besides, I am short of money for the war, and your father and uncles are really rich. If I don't confiscate their homes, how can I feed the army?"

"You!" Upon hearing this, Erdeni Bumba was so angry that his eyebrows raised.

"My beauty, you look really pretty when you're angry," Sultan smiled shamelessly, "If you're willing to be my woman, I'll spare the lives of your brothers and nephews, and the women of your father and uncle's families won't be sent to slavery, but just demoted to commoners, like the other princes whose property was confiscated. Each family will be left with a pasture of ten miles, twenty horses, thirty cows, one thousand sheep, and twenty slaves, so that they can live. How's that?"

"Shameless!" Erdeni Bumba's cheeks turned red with anger.

"Haha, so what if you are shameless? So what if you are noble? The history books will let the winner record it. If I win, all the history books will praise me as a benevolent monarch, and the word shameless will never appear in them. If you obey me, I will treat you like a treasure. If you don't, not only your brothers and nephews, but also your son will be killed. Think carefully about what to do next", and after saying this, Sultan stared at the beauty in front of him with a calm face, but his eyes revealed a ferocious light like a wolf.

"You~you dare~" Erdene Bumba panicked. She could sense murderous intent in his eyes. This man was the fierce god of Oirat who could stop children from crying at night. How dare he do this! Mother, brothers, and nephews were all close relatives, and sons were the root of one's life. Death was not terrible, but if so many relatives died because of one's disobedience, it was something one could not bear!
The atmosphere in the big tent suddenly became ambiguous. After a long time, Concubine Jing of the Qing Dynasty finally uttered a few words through her teeth, "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course it's true, I'm not kidding," the fierce god of Oirat was overjoyed, picked up Erdene Bumba and walked towards the dragon bed. (End of this chapter)