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

Li Yuanyang signaled the warriors to help Qiqige put on clothes. The girl's icy body trembled constantly. Mu Jinan pounced on her, took off his coat and brushed the snowflakes on her skin, then quickly wrapped it up tightly and covered her with the cloak.

Mu Jinan took off his shoes and boots, lifted Qiqige's feet and put on shoes for her. Qiqige's mouth was blocked and she curled up her feet. How could she let the princess put shoes on her?

Qiqi shrank her body humbly and wanted to kneel in front of the princess. She shook her head, but her hands and feet were numb and she had no strength at all.

Li Yuanyang hurried over and pointed at Mu Jinan's face, his face full of anger:

"You are my princess, how dare you take off your clothes in front of a man?"

Mu Jinan raised his index finger and whistled. The assassins in the distance immediately came forward and protected Mu Jinan:

"How much is the ransom? This princess will redeem her."

Li Yuanyang looked at her disheveled appearance and became furious:

"Redeem her? Their family has been slaves for generations, yet they still dream of redeeming themselves and becoming civilians. She is my slave, and not a registered household. Without a festival token, she can only live on the grassland..."

Li Yuanyang dodged the blade in the warrior's hand and put it on Asumeng's neck:

"Qiqige, don't you want this old thing anymore?"

Asumeng shook his head, his gray beard fluttering in the wind, and his bent waist straightened slightly. He looked at his daughter's thin and haggard face, and tears fell like rain:

"Daughter, Aye is incompetent and made you a slave. In your next life, don't be Aye's daughter. Become a noble, follow the princess, and live a good life."

Asumeng stretched out his calloused hands and grasped the blade. Perhaps because of the vicissitudes of life and the hard work in his life, the calluses on his hands were harder than stone, and not a drop of blood was shed as he gripped the blade.

He put his neck against the blade, and used the little strength an old man had left to cut his throat. Blood gushed out of the old man's neck like a fountain. At the last moment, he struggled to stand up instead of kneeling before this cruel king.

"My daughter, I don't want to be your weak spot. Thank you, Princess, for saving my life."

"I, Asumon, will no longer be a slave, I will be free"

The old man's majestic and cold voice of freedom reached the snow-capped mountains with the bleak cold wind, passed over the majestic mountain peaks, passed through layers of thick fog and dark clouds, and fell into the clear blue water, eternal life day and night.

His long-cherished wish was to serve the people, but despite misfortune, he finally got his wish after his death.

Mu Jinan held a sword in his hand, his eyes full of anger, as if he wanted to burn all the injustice to ashes:

"Blood stains the snow, the souls of the dead slaves are annihilated, the golden flute resounds over the mountains and seas, the star elms fall into the blue snow, the blue sea is not peaceful, and people walk on the way of heaven"

The girl's voice was like a lion's roar, and the gods of the snowy mountains in the distance seemed to hear her roar and trembled.

Li Yuanyang's pupils suddenly contracted and he took a step back. On that bleak and cold winter day, snowflakes were rustling, as if a red sun was hanging in the sky, burning, melting, and saving all things, bringing the air of spring.

He wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a word.

Qiqige's heart stagnated, and the gray world in her eyes turned dark. Her miserable wails pierced through the clouds and cracked the rocks:

"No, Aye, Aye, you are not my daughter's weakness, you are my daughter's god, Aye, Aye, please come back"

Li Yuanyang's fox fur was stained with his blood, and he felt disgusted. He threw down the blade and said in a cold tone:

“Throw it to the wolves”

Mu Jinan took a look at the afterimage, then he jumped into the middle of the warriors and snatched away Asumeng's body. The warriors beside him didn't see his footsteps clearly, and he had already returned to the princess.

"From today on, Qiqige belongs to me. When I give birth, she will give birth."

Li Yuanyang's eyes were cold and he threatened: "Qiqige, your clan still has slaves, do you want to harm innocent people?"

Mu Jinan was shivering with cold, his lips pale: "What do you want in order to let her go?"

Li Yuanyang put his hands on his waist and said calmly: "Prince Yuhe wants to take her back to make wine. I have given her to the prince."

A Linchu rode over and saw Mu Jinan standing in the snow in plain white socks. Anger spread in her deep eyes under the mask. She clenched her fists and jumped off the horse. She carried Mu Jinan onto the horse and rubbed Mu Jinan's feet:

"Princess, go back quickly"

Mu Jinan's face was stern: "Ge Jiang, how can you be at peace with yourself forcing an old man to death just for a sip of wine?"

Mu Jinan looked at Mu Yun. Since she was able to attract Ge Jiang, she must be able to persuade him: "If Ge Jiang takes Qiqige away, I will let you die of poison."

Mu Yun had been weak and exhausted recently. When the poison took effect at midnight, her whole body was frozen. She still wanted to live and fight these people:

"Prince, let her go. She is still waiting for you. My sister is grateful to you."

Ge Jiang didn't like this slave girl, but he was attracted by her wine-making skills. Mu Yun also wanted to help him get rid of his father. He stood in the snow, his body gradually getting cold. He didn't want to watch the show anymore, so he hurried to find Li Heng:

"Princess, you owe me a favor."

He turned around to leave, but Mu Yun grabbed Ge Jiang's sleeve and stuffed the secret medicine into his hand, with an evil smile in her almond-shaped eyes:

"Let him stay in bed every day"

Ge Jiang smiled from ear to ear, with deep meaning in his eyes, and then left.

Qiqige hugged Asumeng's body. The girl's cold fingers brushed Aye's beard, and tears rolled down his forehead. Her body was shaking, her heart was torn, and she cried sadly. The girl's crying was like thunder and lightning tearing through the sky.

"Aye, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have run around on the grassland. I'm sorry, Aye, Aye."

When she was rescued from being fed to wolves, Asumeng repeatedly warned her that the King of Xi was cruel and would not tolerate anyone making fun of him, and that his subjects must obey his orders and tread carefully, as if they were discovered, it would be a disaster.

But she was anxious to earn enough money to redeem herself, and she only slept for one hour a day recently. It was obvious that Li Yuanyang promised her that he would free her from slavery and no longer serve her for one hundred taels of gold.

She brewed the best kumis, but was unable to save herself, suffered humiliation, and caused the death of her father.

"Aye, Aye..Ah..Ah"

Li Yuanyang listened to her crying and became irritated: "You are a slave, how dare you scream so loudly, are you looking for death?"

The color of snow was as dark and depressing as the pitch-black night, bringing hatred to the eyes of Mu Yun and Mu Jinan, two people from another world. The son could not cry for the death of his father.

Qiqige bit her lips, tears stopped flowing, her throat was burning, but she dared not cry out loud. Alinchu helped her up and took her away.

Li Yuanyang looked at Mu Jinan's receding figure, thin and frail, like a bunch of reeds swaying in the cold wind, vulnerable to a single blow, and let him hold her in his hand. He dismissed the warriors around him and walked alone in the snow.

"She actually kneeled for a slave, defending a slave like this. If she liked me, would she also defend me like this? Is she a person of this world? She has power, but she doesn't care about the status, and is kind and loving."

He vaguely remembered that when he first came to Chang'an, he was not a black-hearted person and sometimes did good deeds, like when she drew her sword to help, and was mocked by the Crown Prince Li Ming of the Eastern Palace, who slapped him on the cheek with the handle of a fan:

"Hostage, you can't even protect yourself, yet you still want to save the slaves"

He was often looked down upon by the prince's followers. No matter where he was, he tried his best to avoid them, curry favor with and flatter the princes to protect himself. Later, when the prince was deposed, he got a chance to breathe.

Li Yuanyang held the snow in his hands, his face puffed up, and blew away the snow. The cold wind blew it onto his cheeks, and his rough skin felt cold. His cold eyes showed compassion, and tears welled up in them:

"I wonder if she will survive?"

Li Jie watched Li Yuanyang from a distance as he walked into the tent. Sun Jingqi's blow had left him with damaged body. Sa Ke told him that it would take time to remove the remaining poison. Altan beside him helped him lie on the couch:

"My Lord, please take good care of yourself and don't worry."

Li Jie closed his eyes slightly, rested his hand on his chin, and sighed: "This king was teased by a child, little princess, humph, I wonder how the clan is doing these days."

Altan brought a bowl of medicine: "It's all in the king's hands"

Li Jie smiled and said, "You are playing tricks on me, you are a bunch of kids."

The cold wind suddenly stopped, and a beam of light poured down through the dark clouds in the sky, covering the white ivory tent. The girl quietly slipped into the king's tent, tiptoeing and holding her breath, for fear of being discovered by that man.