However, Lu Mingwei had no children at that time, only one imperial sister, Lu Minglan, who had not yet been betrothed to another family. Moreover, Lu Minglan's mother-in-law was just a small noble concubine from the late emperor's period. Even if she stayed in Dali to get married, she would be nothing more than a concubine. It is difficult to find a middle-class person in the court, so the choice of family and relatives naturally fell on Lu Minglan.
Lu Zhishan still remembers the scene when Princess Duanhui Heshuo left Beijing. It was the sixth day of June in the first year of Jiasheng. It was an auspicious day and it was a good time to get married. Princess Duanhui Heshuo was dressed in red and was roughly stuffed by four big and round nuns. After entering the carriage, there was a middle-aged beautiful woman running away from the wedding team, crying hysterically and chasing the carriage. She was dragged back to the palace by several eunuchs and palace girls. Accompanied by the silk and bamboo wind music of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix and the sharp and piercing cries of women, The escorting procession left the Shenwu Gate in a mighty manner.
That day he asked out of curiosity and found out that the beautiful middle-aged woman was Princess Heshuo's biological mother, Concubine Liang. Such a quarrel might not be able to keep the concubine's status. Lu Zhishan felt pity and later mentioned it in front of Lu Mingwei. After talking, Lu Mingwei did not pursue the fault of Concubine Liang, but instead promoted her to Concubine Liang.
Therefore, Lu Zhishan had only met the imperial aunt who was only ten years older than him once. Now that he thought about it, the imperial aunt had been married for four years and had given birth to a pair of twin children. He suddenly felt a little... I want to take a look at the royal aunt who got married, and besides, Kyaktu is only a mere two hundred miles away from the capital city of Beidi.
Later, without informing Zhao Jingting, Lu Zhishan secretly changed into the clothes of a low-ranking civil servant and followed the gift-giving procession to the imperial city of Beidi.
The rules of the Beidi Palace were not stricter than those of Dali, so for the princess and prince's birthday party, he, a low-level civil servant, actually had the opportunity to enter the back hall and see with his own eyes the royal aunt and her son and daughter.
When Lu Zhishan entered, the little princess and the little prince were arresting Zhou in the back hall. The Great Khan of Beidi and Mrs. Zuo of the Great Account were sitting on the throne. They were dazzling in their gorgeous clothes. I didn’t know what the two were talking about. His face was glowing red, but his imperial aunt Lu Minglan just sat silently lowering her head. The slender and graceful Han princess, wearing Beidi's bulky winter clothes, looked out of place and pitiful. He knew that the Han princess was in Beidi. Of course, he could not be the noble wife of the Great Khan of Beidi, but he never expected that his imperial aunt was just a concubine in the Beidi Khan's tent.
The back hall was full of nobles and servants looking at the excitement. It was very lively. Lu Zhishan listened to the elegant ladies around him talking about how he was sweating profusely and how powerful he was. He was able to get a pair of dragons and phoenixes at the age of fifty. Hearing the greasy and fat The rude man smiled evilly and said that this Han princess was really jade bones and ice skin, with a pair of watery eyes that would seduce anyone who looked at them, but she didn't know if the sweaty body could be put on the bed. She feeds.
Lu Zhishan looked at the pair of pink-puffed babies crawling around on the blanket. He felt that the blood all over his body was burning. They were the children of his imperial aunt, the emperor who had sacrificed his life for the Dali Dynasty. He watched the little prince grab a small bone knife while looking at the little princess crawling to his feet and reaching out to touch his boots.
Lu Zhishan slowly squatted down and looked at the soft pink hand on his dark shoe. He suddenly wanted to cry. The vast Dali Dynasty could not protect his princess, but still In turn, it takes such a weak woman to carry the heavy burden of stability in Northern Xinjiang.