In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan stood in the wind. In the distance, snow-capped mountains stretched out and undulated. The vast green grassland seemed to be the only one with her figure. She stood at the upper reaches of the Rehe River.

Looking out and feeling the breeze from the distant mountains, looking at the land beneath her feet, a thousand years later this place will belong to China, but a thousand years ago, she became the princess who died tragically in marriage.

They tried their best to fight against the feudal dynasty and set more than a dozen paths, hoping to exchange the smallest sacrifice for long-term peace and stability.

To protect her and her people, he wanted the right time, right place, and right people.

War is inevitable. She never thought that this marriage could bring peace. Only by leaving Chang'an could she start her plan.

Shuo Fengyue was someone she couldn't bear to kill.

As long as he is alive, Li Huaijin is alive.

Counting the days, in a few days Shi Siming and Qi Wang Li Jie will arrive in Raole. This man also had a surname given by the emperor and had some knowledge of Central Plains culture.

Perhaps it was because of the strong wind and sand that blinded her eyes, so she walked towards the king's tent.

Li Yuanyang was wearing a bamboo green robe, and the beads on his hair collided from time to time, making pleasant sounds. He walked towards Mu Jinan and saw her lost expression. Just then he saw that all the assassins had left.

When he saw that Shuo Fengyue was no longer by her side, he knew that something big must have happened. He wanted to borrow troops from King Qi and occupy the territory, but King Qi was not an easy person to deal with. Li Heng was also in a deep coma and he lacked someone to give him advice.

Although he and Mu Jinan had already fallen out, he knew that he still had to cooperate with her on the matter at hand. He approached her shamelessly and said with a smile on his face:

"Princess, I was rude yesterday. Xiao Yan has been with me for many years. I was anxious for a moment and knew that he took the initiative to attack the princess. I have punished him. I hope the princess will forgive me."

Seeing that his expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, Mu Jinan sneered:

"Li Yuanyang, you have been in the court for a long time and have gained something. You are one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes, just like those old foxes."

Li Yuanyang took the initiative to lift the king's tent, bowed his body, and said with a smile:

"Princess please"

Mu Jinan entered the king's tent and sat down in front of the desk. Normally, she would put away her books. Li Yuanyang looked at the mess in the king's tent, with clothes thrown in a heap on the floor and gold hairpins and jewelry scattered all over the floor.

Some of them were sensible and spoke in a much softer tone: "Princess, after Shi Siming and King Qi got here, do you have any plans? Can you tell me?"

Mu Jinan glanced at him, her eyes were emotionless, and she said calmly: "Detain Shi Siming and sign a trade treaty."

A subtle hint of strangeness flashed across Li Yuanyang's brows. If Shi Siming was detained here, who would open the gate of Youzhou for him? He smiled and said:

"All listen to the princess"

Then he asked, "What about King Qi?"

Mu Jinan picked up the copper kettle, poured a bowl of water and handed it to him. He smiled and quickly took it, his eyes full of sincerity:

"Thank you, Princess"

Mu Jinan made himself a pot of tea, which was Xinyang Maojian. The fragrance of the tea filled the tent. Li Yuanyang knew that most people in the Central Plains brewed tea, and he had never seen such a simple and crude way of brewing tea.

She gently twisted the edge of the teacup with her fingertips, and smiled faintly: "This princess knows that you have failed to assassinate the two chiefs and have offended them."

"Have you ever heard of killing someone with a borrowed knife?"

Li Yuanyang was worried that she would poison him in revenge, so he put the bowl aside, raised his eyelids, and said tentatively, with deep eyes under his thick eyebrows:

"Whose knife do you borrow? Whom do you kill?"

Mu Jinan smiled at him, pursed her lips, looked seductive, and lightly stroked the teacup with her fingers. She raised her chin slightly and took a sip of tea. Her fair and rosy neck made people unable to take their eyes off her.

Li Yuanyang looked at her beautiful and gentle appearance, as if he had forgotten the scene of her being disemboweled yesterday. He smiled naively and said:

"Princess, you are so beautiful"

Mu Jinan gently put down the teacup, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Borrow this knife from Sun Jingyi, the chief of the Aoshi tribe, to kill King Qi."

Li Yuanyang came to his senses. If Sun Jingqi killed King Qi, he would give an explanation to the Qixuan tribe, and then he would hand over Sun Jingqi.

But it would offend the Qixuan tribe, and it would be extremely difficult to borrow troops or form an alliance to attack Youzhou. He asked again:

"King Qi cannot die"

Mu Jinan knew that he wanted to use King Qi to borrow troops to attack Youzhou. She filled a cup of tea, came to him, and handed the tea to him:

"You have connections with other chieftains of the Qixuan tribe. Who wouldn't be tempted by the throne that is within your grasp?"

"King Qi is dead, they will only be grateful to you. Anyway, it was Sun Jingqi who did it, what does it have to do with you?"

"The new king you personally supported will definitely obey your orders from now on."

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Li Yuanyang's lips. It was true that King Qi had a friendship with him.

But King Qi also oppressed the Qingque tribe many times. A hundred years ago, their ancestors were either split apart by enemies or forced to depend on him.

He cupped his hands and asked, "Why did Sun Jingyi want to kill King Qi?"

Mu Jinan stared at him and motioned him to drink the tea.

In order to show his sincerity in cooperation, Li Yuanyang picked up the tea with trembling fingers and took a sip.

Seeing the coldness in her eyes, he thought that since she had drunk the tea, it should be fine, so he drank it all in one gulp.

Mu Jinan slowly sat down in front of the desk and whispered softly:

"Sun Jingqi's mother was the most beautiful woman on the grassland. She was abducted by the Qi King's family and her life or death is unknown. This man is impulsive and irritable. After a few drinks, his eyes turn red."

Li Yuanyang shook his head, feeling that she even knew the trivial matters of the grassland. Although he wanted to kill her, he had to obey. This plan was fair and square to eliminate Sun Jingqi, and only Yelu Chang would be left. He stood up and bowed, saying:

"I will sharpen the knife."

Mu Jinan watched him leave and motioned to Meiluo to lift the curtain. His scent gradually dissipated, a woman's scent of powder, a different woman's.

He also smashed the teacup used by Li Yuanyang and threw it away.

She had no appetite and waited in the tent from day till night, feeling restless and fidgety, but Shuofengyue did not come back for a long time.

She held the white jade bottle he left behind, and the fragrance of the medicine caressed her cheek.

Wouldn't it be good to just stay by her side and give him wealth and glory in the future?

Why did he leave? He was seriously injured and couldn't walk far. He would rather die than steal the token.

At midnight...

She was dressed neatly and had gone to bed with her eyes open. It was pitch black in the tent when suddenly a sound came from outside.

The shadow outside shouted loudly: "Princess, I have brought back Shuo Fengyue."

Mu Jinan quickly got off the bed, lit a few candles, sighed, sat down in front of the desk, and said in a cold voice:

“Bring him in”

Afterimage, Luosheng escorted Shuofengyue into the tent. Mu Jinan caught a glimpse of blood flowing from the hems of his black clothes and trousers, and a strong smell of blood emanated from his body, perhaps because the wound from yesterday had opened.

The afterimage forced him to kneel down, his injured leg hitting the ground hard. He screamed in pain: "Ah..."

Canying took out a token from his waist and presented it to Mu Jinan.

Mu Jinan took the token, Shi Yan, and there were two familiar scratches on the back. She stood up, lowered her eyes and stared at his mask, and said coldly:

"Why did you steal the Flame Killing Token?"

He said nothing, but bowed his head. Mu Jinan gradually lost his patience. His beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent. He pressed hard on the wound on his back and shouted heartbreakingly:

"Ah...your subordinate..."

Mu Jinan was suddenly startled. Why was this voice different from before? It sounded a bit like him. Her fingertips trembled slightly and she retracted her hand, her eyes full of inquiry:

"Your Voice"

Shuo Fengyue turned around, knelt in front of her, tugged at her dress, and begged for mercy in a crying voice:

"Your Highness, I know I was wrong. I am good at ventriloquism and can imitate anyone's voice. Please, for the sake of King Liang, forgive me this time."

"I will never dare to betray the princess again. Your Highness, please...I will stay by your side for the rest of my life..."

Mu Jinan listened to his voice, which was 80% similar to Huai Jin's, and cried and begged for mercy. There was pity in her eyes.