Transmigrated into a Qing Dynasty concubine and asked the system to help me raise my children

After the Spring Festival, although it didn’t snow, the weather was still cold.

Zhezhe went to Shen Jiang's courtyard in person. After paying his respects, Shen Jiang noticed that Zhezhe was followed by an old man in his fifties with a medicine box on his back.

Zhezhe sat on the kang and said, "Don't worry. I see you don't go out much in the spring, and the Khan often says you are weak. I think this is not a big deal, so why not find an experienced old doctor to check you out."

As soon as she winked, the old doctor came forward to greet her. Zhezhe said, "This is a Han doctor I specially invited. I'm not trying to boost the morale of other ethnic groups and destroy my own prestige. In terms of medical skills, Han people are more proficient. Old doctor, please check the pulse of our concubine!"

The old doctor bowed and said, "Concubine, I am sorry for my rudeness."

Shen Jiang smiled and said, "Since it is my aunt's kindness, how dare Hai Lanzhu refuse it?"

Grape went forward to help her roll up her sleeves, placed a pillow under her wrist, and let the old doctor feel her pulse.

The old doctor took Shen Jiang's pulse and asked her questions while examining her, such as what Shen Jiang's daily diet and daily life was like, whether she took any medicine, and how her menstrual period was.

Grape glanced at Shen Jiang, Shen Jiang nodded slightly, and Grape answered his questions one by one.

The old doctor nodded slowly. After taking the pulse, he reported to Zhezhe: "To reply to the Queen, Concubine's health was very good before, but she was a little weak in the past few years and suffered from some weak symptoms. I will prescribe a prescription. Take it first. When the weather warms up, your body will slowly recover."

Zhezhe heaved a sigh of relief and said to Shen Jiang with a smile: "You heard it all. You can recover."

Shen Jiang smiled lightly: "Thank you, aunt."

The old doctor went down to write a prescription. Zhezhe told Shen Jiang a few words from her heart. She said, "Don't blame your aunt for being anxious. This is the mission of women in our family. I have no hope. You and Bumbutai are the only ones left, but Bumbutai has already given birth to three daughters... Although the Khan didn't say anything, he still feels uncomfortable. Now that the Khan dotes on you, you must seize this opportunity and have a son in one fell swoop."

After that, Zhezhe looked at Shen Jiang deeply and said earnestly: "Aunt is an experienced person. Although what she said is unpleasant to hear, it is also true. A man's favor is like a passing cloud. If you regard this favor as true love, the only one who will be hurt is you, Hailanzhu."

Shen Jiang raised her eyes, stared at Zhezhe seriously, and said sincerely: "Aunt, Hailanzhu is deeply grateful for your sincere kindness."

She knew that Zhezhe was right. Ordinary men were like this, let alone the Khan, the emperor!

Zhezhe thought she would listen to his advice, so he smiled with relief and said, "Aunt is not forcing you to make a choice. Anyway, the Khan is doting on you now, so it doesn't matter what you do. Okay, the medicine will be boiled later, remember to take it on time."

After saying that, she left first.

Shen Jiang sent her to the door and looked at her back. He suddenly felt that the relationship between these three aunts and nieces might not be as simple and straightforward as later generations speculated.

In the evening, Huang Taiji came back and smelled medicine as he entered the yard. He frowned and walked quickly into the room, just in time to see Shen Jiang drinking medicine.

"Hai Lanzhu!" Huang Taiji called out in a low voice, looking somewhat flustered. "Where are you feeling unwell? What medicine are you taking? Why didn't you send someone to tell me?"

Shen Jiang smiled at him, put the medicine bowl on the table, pulled him to sit down, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Khan, I'm not sick, this is a tonic."

Huang Taiji stared at her: "Are you really not feeling unwell? You can't hide it from me."

Shen Jiang's heart trembled slightly, and he took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and said softly: "You, you, you look so anxious, sweating in the middle of winter."

Huang Taiji breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed his whole body. He said, "You don't know, whenever something happens to you, I get extremely nervous." He was lost in thought, his eyes somewhat confused, and he added, "It's strange to say, I have experienced dozens of battles, big and small, and I have never been so nervous."

Shen Jiangyi leaned against him and said more gently, "Don't worry, Khan. I will be fine. I will always be with you. So, please take care of yourself, Khan."

Historically, when Shanghai Lanzhu died, Huang Taiji was so grief-stricken that he refused to eat or drink for several days and nights. He fainted several times and was unable to move. He said that he was not so sad even when his own father died.

It's a pity that Hai Lanzhu died young, but then again, if Hai Lanzhu really lived a long life and grew old and ugly, would Huang Taiji still love her as before?

Then Huang Taiji said: "I am seventeen years older than Hai Lanzhu, so I must take good care of myself so that I can grow old with you."

Yes, they are so much older, she is old, and he is even older!

Shen Jiang couldn't help but laugh, and Huang Taiji's mood also became cheerful. He said, "In a few days, I will take you to the Hun River to watch the warriors break the ice and fish."

Shen Jiang's eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile, "Should we use a three-claw hook to penetrate the ice directly and catch the fish underwater?"

"Yes, the Han people have to break the ice to fish, but our warriors don't need to. As long as we can see the position of the fish, we can directly catch it with a three-claw hook!"

Shen Jiang was eager to try and was looking forward to going out.

Huang Taiji has already ordered people to prepare to go to Hunhe River.

Zhezhe and the others were also happy. After being cooped up in the house in the snow and ice for several months, they could finally go out and get some fresh air.

The women dressed up and boarded the carriage to Hunhe River.

When they arrived at the Hun River, tents had already been set up. Huang Taiji sat in the middle, with Zhezhe and Shen Jiang sitting on each side.

Shen Jiang was wearing a cloak, a muff on his hands, and a Zhaojun mask on his forehead, and his whole body was furry.

Batma and Bumbutai sat together. She looked at Shen Jiang, then turned to Bumbutai and said, "Your sister is really good at dressing up. The fur she wears is obviously very valuable."

Bumbutai said with a half-smile: "These are all rewards from the Khan."

Batma Luo snorted coldly: "Everyone knows that these are rewards from the Khan!" She used to be in charge of tens of thousands of households and was not short of money. There were plenty of good things in the box.

When Hai Lanzhu got married, her dowry was pitifully small, and every piece of it was a gift from the Khan!

Batma Luo looked away. Forget it. There was no way he could win by fighting. He might as well watch the warriors break the ice and catch fish!

Suddenly, there was a cheer from the crowd. It turned out that Dorgon was the first to hook the first fish.

"Dorgon is indeed extremely brave!" Huang Taiji praised him generously.

Shen Jiang smiled without saying anything, but his eyes involuntarily looked at Bumbutai not far away.

Bumbutai had a smile on her face and clear eyes, staring at the man who stood out from the crowd in the field.

Shen Jiang: Is it because Bumbutai also has her own Baturu that she doesn’t mind whether Huang Taiji favors her or not?

Shen Jiang didn't know the relationship involved, but she was sure that without Dorgon's support, Fulin would never be able to ascend the throne in the future.

One of the reasons why Dorgon was willing to support Bumbutai, besides love, was that he had been childless for many years!

That’s right, Dorgon has no son!

If he had a biological son, why would he help someone else raise his son?