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

Everything is quiet, the earth is pure white, and the snowflakes are light, embellishing the bleak winter with their pure appearance. As white as pear blossoms, they fall on the girl's flawless skin.

She was cold all over, and she hugged her arms in front of her, trying to squat down and cover her whole body. The ice blade was placed on her neck, and the warrior lifted her up.

The girl was completely naked, her fair skin had turned blue from the cold. The devastation in her eyes and the sense of shame were like the biggest waves she had ever seen in the North Sea, attacking and destroying her dignity.

The sea stretched out its huge claws, and every inch of her skin could feel the heavy pressure, leaving marks on her body.

The king's authority ravaged and trampled on her soul. Qiqige was desperate and heartbroken. She stood in the snow, her eyes were invaded by tears and blurred, only her tears were hot. She wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, and stuffed a coarse cloth in her mouth.

More than a dozen warriors stood beside her, with evil in their eyes, staring at every inch of the girl's skin. Their gazes were like those of wild beasts, dirty and extremely filthy. The girl's mind was swallowed by endless darkness.

All under heaven belongs to the king, she has nowhere to escape, she is a slave.

The man standing opposite is the king who rules this land, and next to him stands another king of the grassland. They are wearing fox furs and hold their heads high.

On the right was an old man with white hair, deep wrinkles and a hunched back. His coarse black clothes had faded to cloud gray, his sleeves were wrinkled, and there was a hole as big as a finger on the sole of his shoe. A sword was held at Asumeng's neck.

His tears were like a snowy avalanche, hitting his heart, making him feel heavy and suffocated. Asumeng knelt at Li Yuanyang's feet and kowtowed one after another. The thick snow buried his cheeks:

"King, please spare Qiqige. She did not collude with foreign tribes. Please, let her go. I will exchange my life for hers."

A warrior pinched the old man's cheek and made him face the girl. Asumeng closed his eyes tightly, and his tears were like broken ice.

The warrior pried his eyes open with all his might, and his wild, mocking voice echoed across the snowy grasslands in the sky, like a devil from hell destroying the heart and soul of a father:

"Watch your daughter"

Li Yuanyang stepped on his head, and Asumeng's gray hair blended into the snow. His eyes were filled with evil and scarlet, and he treated human lives as if they were remnants of snow, trampling on them at will:

"You have been slaves for generations, how dare you betray me?"

Mu Jinan came out of the king's tent and looked at a group of people standing in the distance. They were blurry and there seemed to be a white figure mixed in with the black figures.

She jumped on her horse and got closer and closer. She saw Li Yuanyang and Ge Jiang standing there with dozens of warriors around them.

Several warriors slowly moved away, and her eyes were reflected in a picture. The girl was naked, with a knife at her neck and behind her, the men were staring at her.

Mu Jinan's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart felt like it was being hammered by a thousand rocks, his breathing stopped, and he ordered his assassins:

"Turn around! No one is allowed to come forward without my order."

With trembling fingers, she untied her cloak and trembled as she shouted, "Qiqige!"

Mu Jinan jumped off the horse. It was difficult to walk on the snow. Qiqige's tears gradually turned cold as she watched the noble and beautiful princess running towards her with a pomegranate red cloak in her hand.

Li Yuanyang saw Mu Jinan disregarding the princess' dignity, yelling in front of so many people, and even falling on the snow. He pointed at Mu Jinan:

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill her."

Mu Jinan bit her lip, feeling pain in her heart: "Let her put on her clothes"

She tried to get closer to Qiqige with her cloak in hand, but a warrior cut Qiqige's shoulder with his sword. Bright red blood slid down the girl's purple skin and dripped onto the snow, which was shocking yet insignificant.

Li Yuanyang took out the lotus pearl hairpin, the pearl on it sparkled brightly, and the devil held it in his palm:

"Princess, she betrayed me and colluded with foreigners. I must kill her to scare the monkeys."

Mu Jinan drew out her sword and pointed it at him. She suppressed her anger:

"She has never colluded with this princess. This princess accidentally lost the pearl hairpin, and I'm afraid she picked it up, so I let her put on the clothes."

Li Yuanyang looked at the assassins in the distance, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Princess, if you kneel down and beg me, I will spare her life."

Qiqige seemed to lose consciousness. She shook her head: "No, no, Princess."

Mu Jinan choked up, wiped away the tears that blurred his eyes, sniffed and said, "I kneel."

The tears in Qiqige's eyes disappeared, and she was shocked. How could a princess kneel down? She shook her head:

"Princess, don't kneel"

The girl put down the sword in her hand, snowflakes fell on the blade, making it bright and sharp. She lowered her shoulders slightly, her legs and knees sank into the snow, her slender hands covered the snow, and she knelt in front of her enemy.

With the sword at Mu Jinan's neck, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "I'm kneeling, let her put on her clothes."

Mu Yun's heart tightened. She actually knelt in front of this enemy whom she wished to tear into pieces and grind to dust just for a female slave.

Li Yuanyang approached Mu Jinan, lifted her chin with his slender fingers, and stroked her cheek. Mu Jinan struggled to get out of his hand. He pinched the girl's smooth and white cheeks and looked at her face seriously:

"I want you to beg me, why don't you say it?"

Mu Jinan closed his eyes tightly: "King Xi, I beg you, let Qiqige put on her clothes, don't humiliate women like this"

Li Yuanyang smiled evilly, looking at her lips. She felt a warm breath approaching, and suddenly opened her eyes and leaned back. Li Yuanyang failed. Seeing her dodge, he pressed a hand on her shoulder, and her knees kneeling in the snow were submerged:

"I want you to perform the Central Plains Bowing Ceremony, but you have to knock your head on the ground, just like when I first entered Chang'an as a hostage, in the Jade Tower and Golden Palace, with nine dragons coiled around the pillars, and all the ministers laughing at me. I kneel in your Xuanzheng Palace, knock my head heavily on the cold blue bricks, and bow three times."

He took two or three of the warrior's blades, put them together in front of her, and put them close to her ear:

"Today, I will stand 15 meters tall, and I want to clearly hear the voice of the Princess of Sheng, who kowtows to me and begs for mercy."

His tall and mighty body moved to a different place, standing twenty feet away. His eyes were filled with pain, sadness, and hatred. He curled his lips into a smile, and his angry and teasing voice was heard in the silent snow:

"knock"

Mu Jinan looked at Qiqige's body, which had turned purple. She spoke with a voice as loud as a bell, as if shaking the towering snow-capped mountains behind her:

"King Xi, I beg you, spare Qiqige and let her get dressed."

The steel blade carried all the girl's strength. She knocked her forehead heavily. The flames from the quenching of iron seemed to be hidden in the blade, burning with anger and burning her heart:

"King Xi, I beg you, it was my fault that I lost the hairpin, it has nothing to do with Qiqige"

Qiqige's tears became warm and her eyebrows wrinkled. She was just a lowly slave. In this world, there were princesses who kneeled down for slaves and kings who bullied and killed slaves. The way of heaven was unfair.

Mu Jinan clenched his fists, his palms were cold, his knees buried deeper, his eyes dark:

"King Xi, please let her get dressed."

The sound of the three bows reached the ears of the distant assassins. They clenched their fists and the afterimage was furious: "I will kill him!"

The resentment that had been accumulating in Li Yuanyang's heart for many years gradually dissipated when the princess kowtowed and admitted her mistake. He seemed to feel that Emperor Ming was kneeling at his feet with his feet on the emperor's skull.

He had never performed the humiliating kneeling ceremony on the grassland, but the Emperor of Sheng Kingdom made him kneel for ten years. Although his tribe was already a vassal, the emperor was still suspicious and made him a humble hostage.

He had not seen his father for the last time. The Emperor Ming was cruel and vicious to him. He laughed up to the sky and took a few steps back:

"The sound is too quiet"

Mu Jinan pointed at him and gritted his teeth: "This is too much!"

Seeing Qiqige's pale face, Mu Jinan kowtowed and said, "King Xi, I beg you, let her go."

PS: Qiqige's redemption is not written as Gu Wenxuan saving the beauty. Often, those who can empathize are of the same sex. Moreover, women can save women. The first woman the heroine saved was Jingli, a maid in the palace. The second was A Ling. The third was Wurong. The maids in the general's mansion who were bullied by their stepmothers were the fourth, Mu Shiyi, the fifth was Su Zhi Niangzi, the sixth was Qiqige, etc.