The marriage with Mongolia was brewing and lasted for several months.
All the six ministries of the cabinet were persuaded by the emperor and had no choice but to obey.
In fact, for those ministers with broad vision, although the marriage with Mongolia was suspected of tarnishing the royal bloodline, in the end it was the third son of the emperor who had the title of King of Wu, and the throne was stable, and it would not hurt to have one more Mongol prince.
After all, it was the emperor who died.
Furthermore, not long ago, the silent battle between the first and second assistants and the reserve position severely consumed their energy, so they did not care about the marriage.
As long as you don't send the princess to get married and lose Huang Ming's face, marrying a Mongolian is not a problem at all.
However, even a few elite members of the cabinet did not expect that the emperor was imitating the Qing Dynasty's strategy of integrating Manchu and Mongolia.
He has Horqin, why can't I have Chahar?
Among the choices to drive the Mongols, Chahar not only has the highest status, but is also closer to Beijing, making it very easy to control.
After giving birth to several sons with Mongolian ancestry, they would be entrusted to the Chahar Tribe as Great Khan, or they might spread to Suiyuan, Hetao, or even the Mongolian tribes in Mobei.
As for the beauty and ugliness of this so-called princess, it actually doesn't matter.
The women who dare to marry the emperor must be carefully selected, how can they be ugly? Besides, isn’t there a maid-in-law?
After the person was selected, the imperial court immediately conferred upon her the title of Princess Chahar and gave her tribe three thousand tents (which were directly subordinate to the Great Khan as a dowry) and countless silks and silks.
The generous betrothal gifts are enough to make any tribe suddenly rich.
Because of his elder brother-in-law and the identity of Mongolian Taiji, Budali was named the King of Beihai County, and therefore he was honored as Budali Great Khan on the grassland.
The vast motorcade went all the way from Chahanhot to Xuanda.
Thousands of frontier troops guarded the emperor's future concubines very closely.
There was an endless stream of people watching the excitement along the way, and many were even family members of the border troops, so the army did not expel them and allowed them to watch.
Qiqige was sitting in a huge carriage, pulled by eight horses. The carriage was large enough to accommodate more than ten people, but now only she and two maids were left.
One is her personal maid, and the other is a female official from the inner court, who is responsible for teaching her the etiquette and rules of the court to avoid making mistakes.
Wearing loose clothes, expensive silk is breathable and beautiful. Qiqige likes this kind of fabric, but she doesn't like this kind of clothes.
It’s so awkward and doesn’t fit snugly, making it difficult to walk, let alone ride a horse.
Her milky white skin looked particularly beautiful against the silk dress. The female official from Beijing couldn't help but sigh.
After opening the curtain, a gap was revealed, and Qiqige watched curiously.
Because they were walking on an official road, the road was extremely smooth and wide. Only their army was on the wide road, and the rest of the common people and merchants could only retreat.
Even so, looking at the sparse houses and villages on both sides of the road and the endless fields, Qiqige still felt novel.
Is this the Ming Dynasty? Will I also live in a palace made of bricks and tiles in the future? More majestic than Chahanhot?
Qiqige felt a little pity that those palaces were burned down by the Manchus, otherwise, she would be able to live in them now.
And how powerful the Ming Dynasty must be to defeat the powerful Manchu Qing Dynasty!
Anyway, marrying the most powerful man in the world is the best destination for me, Qiqige.
She clenched her fists and encouraged herself, fearing that tears would fall from the corners of her eyes.
Children of the grassland cannot cry.
"What? Marrying a Tatar? Doesn't this stain the blood of the Tian family?"
In the harem, Sun Xueniang of the Imperial Palace frowned and talked about the Mongolian princess who was about to arrive in Beijing.
Chahar Khan is as important as a prince, and he is an important target to win over. Naturally, his treatment in the palace cannot be neglected.
Unexpectedly, the first one to jump out was the virtuous concubine Sun Xuan'er. She had an ugly face and was mumbling, but no one could hear her words clearly.
Sun Xueniang's handsome brows furrowed, and a trace of worry appeared on her fair face. It was obvious that these words had reached his heart.
Although since the Wanli period, folk customs have gradually become more open and the rules have gradually relaxed a bit, conservatism is still the main theme.
After all, the foreign concubines in the harem of the Ming Dynasty can be traced back two hundred years ago, and most of them were Korean women, not Mongolian Tatars.
If it wasn't for the purpose of appeasing Wang Baobao, how could Taizu allow King Qin to marry his sister?
"Stop talking nonsense."
Sun Xueniang suppressed her words of agreement and immediately scolded: "This is His Majesty's wish, how can you violate it?"
As she said that, she looked around and said in a deep voice: "If I find that someone has slighted this prince, don't blame me for being rude."
"I don't understand political matters, but I have some experience in the harem. Now she is also His Majesty's woman. There is no difference in status. As long as she can give birth to an heir, she is noble."
This continuous beating finally allowed these concubines to live in peace.
Without them taking the lead, there would be no chaos in the harem.
As for the eunuchs, they did not dare to be presumptuous until they understood the emperor's thoughts.
However, following Sun Xuan'er's words, the atmosphere in the inner court became strange, and everyone was talking about the Tatar concubines.
Fortunately, this marriage was not in Beijing, but in Yuquan Villa, so the impact could be minimized.
After all, the concubines are not as good as the queen, so naturally there will be no wedding.
Just after returning to Beijing, before Zhu Meng could take a breath, he was given the task of going to Xuanda to pick up the Mongolian princess.
Now, he could only rush forward non-stop, feeling particularly comfortable.
This was a sign of the emperor's trust.
Only I can handle such an important household chore.
The wedding team continued to expand on the road, eventually reaching 10,000 people.
In order to appease the Mongols and to experience the exotic customs, the emperor ordered the inner court to build a large Mongolian yurt.
If you marry a Mongolian woman, you will naturally have to live happily in a yurt.
In order to appease the Mongols, the emperor even had a small piece of grassland not far away, which could be used as a grassland for horseback riding.
On August 15th, a large, compact and not simple wedding was held, and the ministers collectively pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending not to know.
In the yurt, Qiqige looked at it all in surprise, the camel hair carpets, expensive silks, quaint furniture, and the exquisite and complicated patterns, all of which were Mongolian styles.
And she had long been changed into a Mongolian robe, a red Mongolian robe, gold and silver jewelry on one end, and she looked like a Mongolian bride.
"Great!" Qiqige became happy. After all, she was still a 16-year-old girl.
I don’t know when I started dancing the Mongolian dance with joy.
Suddenly, the felt cloth was lifted, and a Han man wearing a Mongolian robe suddenly walked in, grabbed him, and climbed directly onto the war horse.
The little girl naturally resisted, but was spanked. After a while, her face turned red with embarrassment and her eyes were watery.
"The bride-grabbing mode is really fun."
