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

This is their clan's tradition, passed down for hundreds of years. These royal families, chiefs, registered households, and servants are all several levels higher than slaves and have long been accustomed to these scenes.

If Mu Jinan rescued these slaves at night, their relatives would be implicated.

Mu Jinan didn't even know her name. She walked forward and looked at Li Yuanyang. She was afraid that the tribesmen would think she was offending Changshengtian and would regard her as an enemy, so she only dared to speak in a low voice:

"What are you going to do? Only when you die will you let the living be buried with you and offer sacrifices to the heavens. You use their blood and you want their lives too?"

Li Yuanyang pulled her sleeve, signaling her to kneel down and pray. Seeing that she did not move, and wanted to leave with her hands behind her back, Mu Jinan stopped him:

"Let them go. They are only in their teens. You can accumulate some merits for yourself."

Li Yuanyang faced his tribesmen with a solemn expression: "The princess asked me to release these slaves. Do you think we should release them or not?"

All the voices were the same, as cold as a snake: "No."

A faint voice was heard: "Let it go."

Mu Jinan was shocked by this unified "shocking" voice. The registered civilians and servants were only one or two levels higher than slaves, but they were so indifferent to life that they did not treat slaves as human beings at all, let alone themselves as human beings.

She did not want to have conflicts with her tribesmen. Today could not be grand and exciting. That would be a grudge. The only way to break through was with Li Yuanyang.

"You called me here to make sure I won't stand by and watch you die. Tell me your terms."

Li Yuanyang pouted and acted coquettishly: "It seems that the princess knows me very well. We are indeed a couple with the same heart."

"According to the etiquette of our tribe, if I die, you will either marry the new leader or be buried with me. Don't you know that?"

He said all this calmly, treating her life as that of an ant, ready to be buried with him?

Mu Jinan clenched her fists. She had always known, and Li Huaijin also knew, that there had been princesses who requested the emperor to return to Chang'an but were refused, there had been tribes who forced princesses to be buried alive with the emperor, and there had been princesses who had married Khan four times.

He stood in front of the altar and glanced at Li Huaijin, his brows full of evil thoughts:

"Today, the King Liang of the Sheng Kingdom is here. If he is willing to kneel here in one hour, I will release these slaves."

Li Huaijin's eyes were filled with anger. Yun Chi stood up and stood in front of Li Huaijin:

"How dare you disrespect our prince? We are the kings and you are the subjects. Don't be ungrateful."

Before Li Yuanyang could speak, the tribesmen showed anger, thinking that they were disrespectful to Changshengtian and broke the rules of praying. They were afraid that their wishes would not come true, and the crowd shouted angrily:

"Then let us slaves be buried with you."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"We are subjects, but we have our own sacrificial rites."

...

The crowd was in an uproar. The weak cries for help from the starving slaves were drowned out by the curses and inhumane insults of the strong and rosy-faced registered households.

Some people even pointed at Li Huaijin, with daggers on their waists flashing coldly, ready to make a move.

Mu Jinan saw Su Heyan standing in front of him with his head down, Yelu Chang looked indifferent, and Sun Xiang looked indifferent, just wanting it to end quickly. Qi Wang Li Jie looked at Mu Jinan, wondering why she had to get involved in everything.

Li Renbang glared at Mu Jinan. A woman should obey her husband after marriage, but she not only dared to whip the King of Xi, her own good brother, but also dared to wander around the grassland with a man.

Shi Zhaoyang glanced at Mu Yun over there, and saw her and Ge Jiang talking and laughing, and raised his eyebrows:

"What does she want to do?"

Li Yuanyang smiled and stared into the girl's eyes. Seeing that she looked increasingly haggard in the past few days, he couldn't help but stroke her black hair:

"Little princess, you have lost a lot of weight."

Mu Jinan took a step back quickly, just a little bit away. She didn't want to get bitten again:

"Prince Liang's leg is injured. This princess kneels."

Li Huaijin leaned on his cane, pulled her over, stood in front of her, and looked down at Li Yuanyang:

"When you were kneeling in front of the Yuhe envoys in Shengguo, it was me who saved you. Are you repaying kindness with hatred?"

The people of the grassland worshipped their heroic king, and when they heard Li Huaijin's high-pitched and passionate "singing" that was so loud and powerful that it could stop the clouds from moving, and that told them that their king was a servile person, they became suspicious.

After Li Yuanyang returned to the grassland, he asked Xiao Yan to arrange a lot of people to spread the story of how mighty and domineering he was in Sheng Kingdom. The princes greeted him politely and were inferior to him in riding, shooting and hunting.

He also composed many children's songs, which spread to every corner, and even placed the music scores on the altar to let Changshengtian and the God of Fire know that he had not damaged the reputation of the children of the grassland.

Ge Jiang was stunned. How come he didn't know when Li Yuanyang knelt in front of the envoys?

Mu Jinan looked up at the back of Li Huaijin's head, his black hair half scattered on his back like a waterfall of ink. Why didn't he tell her all about Li Yuanyang's humiliating history?

Seeing the doubts on the faces of his tribesmen, and Yelu Chang already having made his next plan, Li Yuanyang immediately approached Li Huaijin and cursed in a low voice:

"King Liang, don't go too far."

Li Huaijin curled his lips and smiled, lowering his eyes and looking coldly:

"If you don't want the grassland to know that you got your clothes wet after being beaten, then learn your lesson from me."

"If you dare to provoke me again, I will not mind taking you away and sending you a thousand miles to Chang'an and Prince Chen. I will also release these slaves immediately."

Li Yuanyang waved his sleeves and bit his lips. He would repay Li Huaijin a thousand times for today's revenge. He faced the altar and thought to himself:

"Changshengtian, don't believe him. He is a foreigner and all his lies are lies. I am in Chang'an and I have never lost face for our grassland. Please, please protect me and help me capture Chang'an."

His expression was stern and extremely majestic. He was determined to save face for himself. He cleared his throat:

"King Liang said that he would come quietly to kneel tonight and release these slaves."

Mu Jinan watched the slaves being put down. They knelt on the ground. Sai Zhuxu felt a burning pain on her cheeks. She didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of angering King Xi. She just glanced at Mu Jinan:

"Thank you, King, for your gift. Thank you, Princess."

The tribesmen gradually dispersed. Li Yuanyang and Li Renbang were as friendly as brothers. They left arm in arm, cursing Mu Jinan as they walked. Li Renbang felt even more sorry for Yuanyang and only wanted to avenge him as soon as possible.

Li Huaijin's face turned pale. He knelt quietly in the middle of the night. When had he ever been so humiliated? He just walked forward.

Qiqige stood beside Mu Jinan. She had been frowning recently, but now a hint of warmth appeared on her face. Right now, the princess was the most important person to her. She said from the bottom of her heart:

"Princess, Changshengtian is very powerful. Would you like to pray for a blessing? Previously, I prayed to Changshengtian and the grassland sky sent a blessing star to let me escape from slavery. It all came true."

Mu Jinan never believed this and waved his hand. Gu Wenxuan came forward with a smile:

"Qiqige, why have you been avoiding me these past two days?"

When Qiqige's father was buried, he was busy running around, helping Qiqige to brew wine. He watched her change back into her old pair of shoes and the red hairpin he gave her, but she never wore it.

When I asked her, she always said that it was too precious and she wanted to keep it as a commemoration, but I noticed that she was hiding it and her smile was not as bright and cheerful as before, perhaps because her father had just passed away.

Gu Wenxuan asked the assassins, Mu Jinan, and Li Huaijin, and they all said nothing had happened, but he felt uneasy.

Qiqige bowed her head and replied, "I am following Master Su to learn about the medicinal materials of the Central Plains. I can go to the Qinglin to collect herbs and make more money in the future."

Gu Wenxuan saw that she was smiling slightly when she looked at Mu Jinan just now, but now her face was stern and her eyes were wandering. The young man couldn't help thinking:

"You study hard, but don't overwork yourself. Your health is the most important thing."

"Can you tell me what happened to you? Can I help you?"

Qiqi paused. He was the only son of a princess and was out of her reach. Having her body seen by those men was like the "muddy" water in the lower reaches of a stream in summer. She felt inferior and timidly avoided his advances.

She was lucky to meet such a gentle and polite man who treated her sincerely in her life. Those few short days, the wonderful time, were enough for her to remember for a lifetime.