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

Tens of thousands of people watched as the silk book with the official seal was burned, Yelu Chang's body was burned to pieces, and the people who trafficked them were finally punished.

Their humiliating history as slaves gradually faded away. They broke free from the hands of the powerful and gained rebirth and dignity. Perhaps this is the meaning of Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan's journey here from thousands of miles away.

Quell the rebellion, liberate the slaves, and save the people!

The girl held a thin piece of paper in her hand, and pearls kept falling on the words. The handwriting was blurred and it was impossible to tell whose indenture it was:

"If Aye could live to this day, he would only be a few days away... His lifelong wish is to escape slavery."

Qiqige burst into tears and for the first time dared to shout loudly on the grassland. Her voice reached the ears of the royal family, and it was like a mountain torrent and tsunami, drowning the evil and powerful people. Li Yuanyang couldn't help but be startled, and the black blood in his body gradually turned cold.

"Aye, we are no longer slaves, no longer slaves to be sacrificed and buried with the dead, do you see that?"

The old man standing in the distance was wiping his tears. His eyes were as bright as a child's, but the wrinkles on his eyelids still blocked his tears. His smile was as bright as the starry sky, and he was touching the whip marks left on his body from his childhood.

"There will no longer be slaves in my tribe. We will be scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans. I am a farmer and a commoner."

Sake held those medical books, and although he was old, he often studied until late at night. Only by mastering medicine could he maintain his dignity as a commoner. He could finally pass on his medical skills to his tribesmen, no longer afraid of losing the king's heart and returning to being a slave.

"I can be a real doctor, not a slave doctor. I can save the world just for my own good, hahahaha."

Among the crowd were slaves who were trafficked here from the Central Plains, slaves who had been buried here as sacrifices for generations on the grasslands, and people who had been demoted to slavery for minor mistakes.

There were boy catamites whose eyes should be clear and bright at their age, but had dead eyes, hiding behind the crowd, unable to move a step due to the pain between their legs. There were pregnant girls, with haggard faces and sunken cheeks, the cold wind of the grassland made them unable to stand, and their arms were not covered with coarse cloth.

There is an old man with white hair. He was a young man with black hair when he first came. In this life, he didn’t know when his parents passed away and he has gradually forgotten his own name.

Those slaves who dared not look up at the sky in the past, now raised their chins, and their dull and desperate eyes were brightened up, like the withered peach branches in winter growing tender green buds in the spring breeze, full of vitality, and even more like cicadas that can survive through late autumn.

Born against the will of heaven, escaping from despair, experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime redemption, they watched the humiliation burning in the raging flames, turning into wisps of green smoke, like a green dragon that had been lurking in the abyss for many days, rolling and rising.

The dragon walks on the crimson air, trying to break the huge waves and ride the wind, leading tens of thousands of slaves, taking off their shackles, and being reborn as common people, and all the people rejoice together!

The girl looked up at the blue dragon riding on the colorful clouds in the sky, and at the silk book she saw in Li Yuanyang's tent that night. The slaves whose "names" were crowded together, pushing and shoving, killing each other, and crying for help were completely free at this moment.

The young man stood shoulder to shoulder with her, only daring to pull her sleeves. Li Huaijin said in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"The dragons soar and the tigers leap, the slaves rise up, the seas boil and the mountains shake, long live the people, justice that the heavens cannot give, people must seek it themselves, Jin'an, we did it."

She looked at the people behind her jumping for joy and cheering, which was even more brilliant than the fireworks during the Lantern Festival. The earth-shaking sound resounded throughout the land, and it was heart-wrenching and righteous. The happiness on people's faces inspired her every step.

Knowing that it is impossible to do something, but still doing it, existing to save the people, this is the meaning of their coming to this feudal dynasty!

To break through the layers of darkness, one needs to persevere. Even if they get beaten to a pulp, Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan's beliefs have never changed. They know that the dark night will eventually break into dawn, and the way forward is to see the sun after the clouds have been cleared!

Mu Jinan looked at him, holy light enveloped the young man's body, his half-tied black hair fluttered in the cold wind like a flag of freedom, blowing on the girl's cheek. She touched the black hair, and an inexplicable sense of happiness and sourness slowly rose in her heart.

No matter where he is, he can appear by her side like a god, and he can also be as powerful as a god to protect his people.

"Huai Jin, my heart..."

A sudden voice interrupted the girl: "There are a few more things."

Mu Jinan's tightly-stretched lips relaxed a little as he followed him. Following him, several unfamiliar faces appeared. The middle-aged man was intimidating without even getting angry, while the young man was suave, handsome and elegant.

A girl about seventeen or eighteen years old stood in the windward place. Her fingers looked like she was peeling onion roots, her mouth was as red as red, she walked with delicate steps, and there was a hint of resentment in her tender eyes and brows.

The young man looked at her, stumbled towards her, and then ran towards the girl:

"Sister, I have been looking for you for a long time and finally found you."

The middle-aged man's fingers trembled and he fell to the ground. The girl helped him up: "Father."

The middle-aged man looked at her whole body. Her arms and legs were still there, but she looked much thinner and haggard. He cried, "Daughter, why are you here? We looked for you everywhere and thought you had gone to the Central Plains."

The girl looked fragile, nestled in her father's arms, and said with tears in her eyes:

"My daughter originally wanted to go to the Central Plains to play, but she was kidnapped and trafficked here. She thought she would never see her father again in this life."

The middle-aged man patted his daughter's shoulder, his left hand clenched into a fist, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Who dares to kidnap my daughter?"

The girl cried even louder. All the grievances she had suffered these days turned into tears. She gritted her teeth and said:

"It was the guy called Gou Luchang from the Xique tribe. He didn't believe that I was from the Tuoba tribe and said I was pretending to be one. He threatened to kill me. The King of Xi also forced me to serve the King of Qi at the banquet."

The middle-aged man turned around, staring at each person who looked like a king, with a cold and frightening look in his eyes: "Who is the King of Xi?"

The girl pointed at the tied man kneeling on the ground and kicked him in the face:

"His name is Li Yuanyang. Father, you have to make the decision for your daughter."

Li Yuanyang's mind went blank. He was kicked in the face. His head was buzzing. Which tribe had he offended? The purple-dressed woman at the banquet was actually the king's daughter?

"Which tribe are you from? How come I don't know you?"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He just wanted to vent his anger for his daughter, so he kicked him in the chest and said, "You evil creature, you dare to touch my daughter. I will teach you a lesson today."

Li Yuanyang kept backing away. Before he could ask clearly, the old man started beating him. He glanced at Mu Jinan and said quickly:

"Who are you? I am the husband of the little princess of Sheng Country. If you hit me, you are hitting the princess. Stop it."

The middle-aged man put down his raised foot, looked at Mu Jinan standing next to him, and immediately said respectfully:

"Greetings to King Liang, Princess. I am Tuoba Yu of the Wei clan, and this is my daughter, Tuoba Chuyun."

Li Yuanyang fell backwards. Was today the day he would die? He almost forced himself on Tuoba Chuyun. Fortunately, he held back and did not do anything to Tuoba Chuyun. Otherwise, according to Tuoba Yu's character, he would have been killed.

Li Huaijin once told Canying and Luosheng: "Be loyal to the master, it is not wrong. Canying, Luosheng, bring them here, set off immediately, and do not slack off."

After the two men came, someone fed them every day and they were never neglected. Li Huaijin said that Tuoba Chuyun had not been found yet and asked them to wait patiently. Li Yuanyang hid Tuoba Chuyun very deeply and usually handed him over to Kedar for guarding. Today, Kedar went to the battlefield and was rescued by the assassin Mohe.