On the Day of the Canonization, He Called Me Concubine Jing

In the tenth year of Shunzhi, I entered the middle palace as a noble daughter of Horqin. Under the red wall and glazed tiles, the young emperor lifted my face with a riding crop: "The queen I want must be the fiercest eagle in the grassland." But when I gave birth to the eighteenth prince, he held my wrist and trembled late at night: "Concubine Jing, do you know what the previous court said about me?" On the night when the ninth princess got married, he stroked my eyebrows by the window: "Thirty-six sons and five daughters... Queen, my empire can no longer accommodate you." Even when he was lying on the bed, he still stubbornly held the corner of my sleeve: "I will still be the daughter of the Borzigit family in the next life, so that I can go to Horqin Grassland to snatch you away." History books only mention the deep love between emperors and empresses, but they do not know that this legend began with an unwilling marriage.