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

Watching her walk away in big strides, Shuo Fengyue limped after her and grabbed her arm hard.

Holding her wrist tightly, the boy asked with a flame in his eyes:

"Are you doing this to King Liang?"

Mu Jinan's eyes were full of sneers. He grabbed his collar, approached him, and said in a stern tone:

"You are just a dead soldier, a substitute, what qualifications do you have to interfere in the private affairs of this princess?"

"Not only will this princess marry the King of Xi, she will also keep a concubine."

Shuo Fengyue clenched his fists, his body trembling, and said in disbelief:

"What did you say?"

Mu Jinan stood on tiptoe and pressed hard on the wound on his neck. Her voice was somewhat bewitching, yet extremely cold.

"The matter of finding male concubines is up to you. Choose the most handsome, tall, and cheerful men. Choose five."

Shuo Fengyue dodged her fingertips, endured the pain, and gripped her wrist more tightly, speaking in a cold tone:

"Prince Liang just died, and you're already in a hurry to keep concubines, and you want to keep five?"

Mu Jinan raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and smiled:

"It's fine to keep one. If you don't bring your lover tonight, I will go to King Xi's tent."

Shuo Fengyue gritted his teeth and stuttered in anger:

"you you.."

Mu Jinan bit his palm when he wasn't paying attention, and he let go of his hand in pain:

"Mongolian, you have to teach this princess well."

Mu Jinan turned and left, and Meiluo came over from a distance:

"My lady, your clothes are dirty."

Mu Jinan shook his head and whispered:

"Nothing, send a pigeon to... ask him to go to Li Huaijin's tomb and see if there are any signs of it being dug up."

Shuo Fengyue stood where he was, watching her receding figure. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, drew the blade out of the sheath, and swung the sword to gather the rainbow. Thousands of green grasses merged into one. He pierced through the green grass with one sword after another, killing with every move.

His eyes were sinister and fierce, as if he was stepping on the endless starry sky, and he pursed his lips lightly:

"A face-to-face?"

Mu Jinan has been in a state of disarray since returning to the king's tent. Is it really him? If it is him, why is he wearing a mask?

While Shuo Fengyue was away, she summoned several assassins. The atmosphere in the king's tent was depressing. Several assassins stood in front of her, and Mu Jinan took out some money and gave them to them.

He gave each of them a piece of paper and a pen, and stared into the eyes of a dead soldier. He was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his expression. He didn't know if he was lying, so he asked:

"Don't speak. When did Shuo Fengyue come to the Prince Liang's Mansion? How old is he? Has anyone seen his appearance? Write it down."

Several assassins wrote down their answers, and Mu Jinan took them one by one and looked at the words on them:

"I don't know the age of the assassin, I have never seen his face, and I don't know when he entered the palace."

She held her forehead and asked again, "Is it really the rule set by King Liang that doesn't allow you to take off your masks?"

One of the assassins said bluntly: "Yes, if the princess wants to change the guards, I will definitely serve you."

Mu Jinan nodded and motioned for them to go out.

Shuo Fengyue, how dare a warrior question her verbally and even pull her arm. Although he called himself a subordinate, every word he said was full of arrogance.

If it wasn't him, could it be his cousin? She remembered that when she was leaving the city gate for the marriage, Nangong Yuwei came to see her off.

When they were besieged yesterday, he shot Xiao Yan with poison and injured her. He also knew the martial arts that his cousin often cooperated with. She sat in front of the desk and held her chin in her hand, thinking:

"Cousin, could it be that he was worried that I would be bullied by foreigners, so he came here specially, but he felt that there was a rift between us in front of the funeral hall, so he couldn't face me directly?"

He turned his head and thought: "But doesn't he hate Huai Jin? Why did he speak for Huai Jin just now?"

"If it's Huai Jin, if he wants to know about the Killing Flame Army, wouldn't he just show up?"

She changed her clothes and hurried to Li Yuanyang's tent. The guards stopped her outside and said:

"Princess, the king hasn't gotten up yet."

Mu Jinan motioned him to go in and report. After a while, three or four women walked out of the king's tent, bowed their heads and saluted her.

Mu Jinan closed his eyes, with a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his lips. The guards lifted the curtain and saw Li Yuanyang already dressed and sitting in front of the couch.

She smelled the various smells in the tent and signaled the guards to lift the curtains for ventilation. After a while, she walked closer to the king's tent.

Li Yuanyang pressed his index finger between his eyebrows, looking like he was in ecstasy and yet empty, and asked with narrowed eyes:

"Princess, it's just dawn, what do you want?"

Mu Jinan scooped a bucket of water and splashed it on his face, and he felt a cool breeze.

Li Yuanyang frowned. A fake princess refused to submit to him and even dared to attack him, disturbing his sweet dreams early in the morning. He was furious and pointed at her face:

"Why are you so crazy?"

Mu Jinan gritted his teeth, wondering if he had any aura of a king, and cursed in his heart:

"This kind of people are just pawns of this princess and are also insulting to me."

She cursed out loud:

"Didn't I tell you that no one else is allowed to sleep with you these days? And you slept with four people in one night?"

Li Yuanyang stood up and kicked the documents on the table, but he didn't dare to attack her, fearing that she would take out the dagger again:

"I am a man, and desire is a normal need. You are still young. If we get married in the future, you will definitely..."

Mu Jinan scooped up another bucket of water and splashed it on his face, pointed at his nose, and said angrily:

"To kill an emperor, you don't need thousands of troops, you just need a bed and a beautiful woman."

"Don't you know how Emperor Cheng of Han died? If some chieftain sent you a woman and let you die quietly in bed, this princess would have to marry the old man again."

"You have exhausted yourself, yet you still want to lead troops to fight. It would be better for me to marry the King of Qi or the King of He. Maybe we can really join forces to conquer the world."

"Look at their territory, their cavalry, and how straight their backs are."

Li Yuanyang sobered up a bit and quickly wiped the water off his face. He had indeed taken this matter lightly and felt addicted. He hastily looked away and sat on the couch:

"Why don't they just fight me openly instead of resorting to such tactics?"

Mu Jinan looked at the women who had just left. They were all beauties with deep facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. They were from the Western Regions. She said helplessly:

"Why would I go to great lengths to kill you when I can kill you silently?"

Li Yuanyang sat on the couch, leaning back slightly, still somewhat immersed in last night, and nodded:

"In the future, I will be more cautious and will not allow so many people to sleep with me."

"But why did you come to see me?"

Mu Jinan lowered his voice and said, "You go to Raole Inn in person to pick up Prince Qi and Shi Siming. Don't let Yelu Chang intercept you."

Li Yuanyang laughed up to the sky and said:

"On this point, I think the same as you do. On the surface, Yelu Chang is only focused on business, but in fact, he is also trying to please Shi Siming in private."

Mu Jinan shook his head and sighed, then left the king's tent. Li Yuanyang's scolding could be heard from inside the tent:

"She got angry so early in the morning. I don't know where she got angry from, but she came to vent her anger on me. What a crazy princess..."

"Comer"

The guard entered the king's tent. Li Yuanyang pressed her index finger between his eyebrows. She knew that Mu Jinan had a keen sense of smell and might have discovered something.

He has become increasingly addicted to beauty recently, it's not that simple, he whispered:

"Go and call the witch doctor."

After a while, the guards brought in the witch doctor. Li Yuanyang took out a few ingots of gold and said with a smile:

"Sarco, is there a strange smell in this tent?"