The White-haired Queen

Wen Lanyue was still a little hesitant. She continued to persuade him, "But it might be very hard to follow us. You might even encounter some dangers that could endanger your life."

However, the child's eyes did not show any fear, but instead revealed a sense of determination and courage. He straightened his small body and said loudly: "I'm not afraid! I want to be with you!"

Wen Lanyue looked at Jing Li and Lin Zhiyu, with a questioning look in her eyes, as if to say, "What exactly do you two mean? Should the child stay or leave? If the child stays, who will be responsible for raising him?"

Jing Li shrugged helplessly and said, "I have been following the orders of the prince all the way here. I must do my best to ensure the personal safety of Envoy Wen and handle your daily affairs."

Lin Zhiyu then said: "I have also been entrusted by the emperor to shoulder the important task of ensuring the safety of Envoy Wen, and at the same time take care of your daily life. However, Envoy Wen and Deputy Envoy Jing have been closer along the way, so Deputy Envoy Jing has to take more care of him. As for this child, if he insists on staying, then let me take care of him."

When the child heard this, he immediately knelt on his knees and said gratefully, "Thank you, big brothers!"

Lin Zhiyu gently touched the top of the child's head and asked softly, "Little boy, what's your name?"

The child raised his head and answered in a clear voice: "My name is Amur."

Lin Zhiyu whispered twice: "Amur, Amur... I will call you Amu from now on." After that, his eyes swept over Wen Lanyue and the child in turn, as if asking for their opinions.

Wen Lanyue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and said softly: "Well, it's up to you to decide." Her voice was gentle and firm, revealing her trust and support for the other party.

The child sincerely thanked Lin Zhiyu: "Thank you, big brother!" His tone was full of gratitude, and his eyes flashed with hope for the future.

Lin Zhiyu looked down at the child and asked with concern: "So, what do you want to learn?" His eyes were gentle and kind, as if guiding the child to think about his interests and dreams.

The child thought for a moment, and then answered seriously: "I want to study medicine, so that my grandfather may not leave me..." There was a hint of sadness in his words, but more of it was the desire for knowledge and love for his loved ones.

Lin Zhiyu nodded slightly, glanced at Duanmu Yi thoughtfully, then turned to the child and said, "Duanmu Yi, I'll leave this child to you for teaching for the time being." His voice was steady and powerful, revealing a sense of trust.

Duanmu Yi walked forward without hesitation and carefully helped the child onto his horse's back. His movements were gentle, as if he was treating an invaluable treasure. The child sat on the horse's back, tightly grasping Duanmu Yi's clothes, his eyes full of novelty and excitement.

Jing Li turned to look at Wen Lanyue and said, "I just discussed this with Lin Zhiyu, and I think it would be more appropriate for our people to address each other by their numbers. This way, it will be easier to remember and less likely to make mistakes."

When Wen Lanyue heard this, she nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Then, Jing Li continued, "The two people I just sent out are No. 02 and No. 03."

Lin Zhiyu added: "And the ones I sent out are No. 11 and No. 12. Once there is any news coming back, I will report it to you immediately."

Wen Lanyue responded: "Very good! Without further ado, we need to speed up and rush to the Northern Cang Kingdom Court." After speaking, Wen Lanyue swung the whip in his hand, and the horse under him galloped forward like an arrow from a bow. Seeing this, everyone also rode their horses to follow him, raising a cloud of dust.

Before Wen Lanyue and his party arrived at the royal court, they saw Bei Mingyu in white clothes, riding a tall horse, coming from afar. It was obvious that he had come to greet them. When Bei Mingyu caught a glimpse of Wen Lanyue, the horse under him actually raised its head and neighed excitedly, and ran to Wen Lanyue in a moment.

After a brief greeting, Bei Mingyu led everyone to the yurt he had carefully prepared. Along the way, Bei Mingyu enthusiastically introduced everything around to Wen Lanyue, revealing his anticipation and importance for this meeting.

Before entering the yurt, Bei Mingyu stopped and told Wen Lanyue with a smile: "Envoy Wen's yurt is next to mine, you can go wash up and change clothes first. Tonight, I have prepared a sumptuous welcoming banquet for you, with delicious roasted lamb, mellow grassland liquor, beautiful grassland songs and cheerful grassland dances. Tomorrow, I will lead everyone to meet the king of our Beicang Kingdom, so you might as well indulge in joy today and put aside those business matters for the time being."

His words were sincere and honest, making Wen Lanyue and the others feel Bei Mingyu's generosity and hospitality. Everyone nodded in agreement, saying that they would enjoy this rare feast. Then, under Bei Mingyu's guidance, they walked into their respective yurts, ready to attend the upcoming welcoming dinner with a brand new attitude.

At this moment, two sneaky figures sneaked in from the distance.

The two figures approached the yurt quietly, one of them holding a dagger and the other holding a short bow. They seemed to be looking for a target. Suddenly, the one holding the dagger found Amu and whispered to his companion: "It's that kid. Kill him and our mission will be accomplished." The other nodded, drew his bow and aimed at Amu.

At this moment, Duanmu Yi sensed the danger. He turned quickly and threw a stone, hitting the archer's hand. The arrow deviated from its direction and shot into the air. Duanmu Yi flashed and appeared in front of the two assassins like a ghost. He acted swiftly and subdued the two in a few moves.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Duanmu Yi shouted sternly.

The assassin kept silent. Duanmu Yi's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He stretched out his hand to pinch the assassin's throat, gradually increasing the force. The assassin finally couldn't bear it anymore and painfully said a name.

"Yes...it's Tyler..."

Duanmu Yi was shocked. He could never have imagined that it was Taylor who sent someone to assassinate Amu! Amu was just an innocent child. Why would he kill such an innocent person?

Duanmu Yi slowly loosened his hand that was pinching the assassin's throat, but the strength in his hand remained unchanged. He stared at the assassin in front of him and asked in a cold tone: "Tell me, why did you want to assassinate Amu?"

When fighting with them, Duanmu Yi clearly felt that they were just ordinary people.