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

Every inch of Xiao Yan's skin was covered with thorns like a hedgehog. Each arrow could penetrate his body mercilessly from his shoulders to the front of his body, and then to his legs and ankles, one after another, ruthlessly piercing through his body and eroding the temperature of his blood.

The blood was getting colder and colder. When Xiao Yan could no longer stand, the assassins brought a wooden frame and tied him up to it.

Li Huaijin clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, and the arrow never missed the target. The young man looked at Mu Jinan who was sleeping quietly on the couch, with ripples in his eyes like spring water, as if every arrow he shot was seeking justice for the suffering she had endured.

"Twenty-five, thirty..."

Hearing that Xiao Yan didn't shout, the assassin brought a bucket of salt water and poured it on the arrow.

"Ah!" Instantly, the sound of flesh and blood bursting apart was heard, like the "hissing" of evil spirits from hell. It seemed that Xiao Yan's three souls had already flown away, leaving only his body still suffering. He said with his dying breath:

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have drugged Princess Huaixi, I shouldn't have besieged the princess, I shouldn't have sent a letter to Emperor Sheng'an, I shouldn't have attacked the princess... King Liang, please kill me. These are all sins I have committed..."

"Princess, Xiao Yan is wrong!"

Those who put good people to death have no right to admit their mistakes!

Li Huaijin ignored him and dragged his leg that was shot by Xiao Yan. The last ten arrows pierced his lips, tongue, neck, head, heart, etc.

"...forty."

Li Yuanyang was untied and crawled in front of Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan's face was unrecognizable, as if the bloody hole was his true color, and the human skin was just a despicable color covered on the body of a devil. He finally tore off the mask and went to hell to be his evil ghost.

"Xiao Yan, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have died tragically. Why did you take me as a hostage? Why did Chen Xuan kidnap my people? Why can't the land in the world be divided equally? Why did you divide the grassland so clearly?"

Li Yuanyang wanted to hug Xiao Yan, but he never did. Xiao Yan no longer had any breath of life, and his blood was colder than the snow, solidifying at his feet.

The curtain was lowered, and Nangong Yu looked at Li Huaijin's crazy and sinister expression, and couldn't help but shiver. The cold wind blew on him, but it was not as biting as Li Huaijin's cold eyes.

Killing a person with forty arrows would scare anyone who saw it, as if telling the world that if anyone bullied Mu Jinan, Li Huaijin would seek justice for her a thousand times over.

Nangong Yu thought that if he was not a doctor, he would still be useful. Maybe he would be like Xiao Yan and would not underestimate Li Huaijin's methods again.

Li Huaijin ordered someone to add a few more charcoal fires in the tent, and sat beside the couch, rubbing Mu Jinan's palms and wrists to warm her up:

"Jin'an, don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon. Nangong Yu is just a mediocre doctor who can't treat diseases."

"In just over a month, it will be the Lantern Festival. If you wake up now, you can still hurry back to Sheng'an. We can walk on the moonlight together and watch the flowers bloom in the night under the east wind."

"I bought you a lot of lanterns, rabbit lanterns, lotus lanterns, thousand-cornered lanterns, Xianju lanterns. We bought every kind and hung them in the house. If you want to eat glutinous rice balls, I will make them for you myself, okay?"

"I have so much property, you can't take the money and abandon me, wake up, let's spend it all together, okay?"

Li Huaijin continued to rub Mu Jinan's palms and rub her cold feet. He filled the cowhide kettle with hot water, placed it next to the girl, and tucked the quilt tightly.

Every word Li Huaijin said was not responded by the person who accompanied him day and night. The young man's warm tears dripped on her bloodless cheeks. His eyelids were swollen like walnuts. He even sat beside the bed to write the letter, fearing that she would wake up without him noticing. He handed the letter to Yun Chi:

"Let...do it"

Yun Chi said, "Yes, Your Majesty," and then left.

Hearing the noise outside the tent, Li Huaijin ordered his assassins to guard the tent, and Alinchu stayed beside Mu Jinan.

The snowflakes outside the tent were not falling heavily like before, but more like the drizzle of spring rain, nourishing the dry branches and producing new buds. They still held the sharpened wooden sticks in their hands, their expressions full of worry, wanting to see if Mu Jinan was getting better.

Li Huaijin looked at the thousands of horses, herds of cattle and sheep, and the crowds of people surrounding them. They were all the people who had obtained the indenture today.

Some were holding lambs, some were carrying fawns, and some were rolling up their clothes and holding a few handfuls of coarse rice, which was the best food that the old man usually hid.

A little boy of about seven or eight years old, with his feet wrapped in the fragments of the cloak that Yelu Chang wore when he died, the plush was warm, his cheeks were tender, his eyes were like stars, his little hands were covered with frostbite, and he was holding a white rabbit:

"King, the princess is sick. Here is the little rabbit I caught. I roasted it and gave it to the princess. If you are healthy, the princess will get better."

Li Huaijin squatted down and wiped the dirt off the little boy's face, his eyes full of heartache and bitterness:

"You're so young, yet you can catch a rabbit? Where are your family members? What's your name?"

The little boy smiled and said, "I have to run faster than a rabbit to avoid being beaten. I was sold to the grassland. My family is in Sheng'an. My mother is Zhang Ziyu, and my father joined the army. My name is Jing Gui'an."

"Don't be afraid, I will take you home." Li Huaijin picked up the child and asked someone to bring him a piece of clothing. He wrapped the child in it. The little boy felt warm. It was not cold at all in the snow. It was as comfortable as the scorching summer sun. In the silence, Li Huaijin said in a strong and generous voice:

"The remaining silk and satin fabrics from the princess's dowry are given to you to make new clothes to keep you warm. Yelu Chang and Sun Rong's private property, rice, cattle, sheep, and tents are all divided among you so that you can have a place to stay at night."

"You have the same rights as the common people. You can learn medicine and car making from Su Heyan, and earn a living. Recently, you have registered your name and submitted it to the court. The people of the grassland will be registered as your household. The people of the Central Plains will return to their hometowns. Those who have started a war will be punished according to their crimes. If your people bully you and report to Su Heyan, I will kill this person who got out of his way just like I killed Xiao Yan."

Li Huaijin's voice was like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, and no one dared to resist his words.

There were many tribesmen who originally owned slaves standing in the crowd. They wanted to annex the cattle and sheep of Yelu Chang and others, but they were stopped outside by the Shiyan Army. When they saw Li Yuanyang still kneeling in the snow, pulling out arrows for Xiao Yan, their eager hearts were completely extinguished by the ice and no one dared to fight for them.

When they saw King Liang Li Jingye, who was more brave and invincible than the King of the Grassland, they surrendered in their hearts!

All the people wanted to give their best items to the princess and the Flame-killing Army. The soldiers did not charge a penny. The uninjured soldiers helped people to arrange the equal distribution of the items to prevent the competition from causing riots.

"He is so diligent in showing goodwill and winning the hearts of the people. Is he trying to steal my throne?" Li Yuanyang came to his senses and came to Li Huaijin. He was not as majestic as he was during the war, but like a rabbit lying on the grass. He lowered his head and asked, "On the day of the sacrifice to heaven, I said that you came to kneel quietly at night. You were just a slave, not like the tens of thousands of slaves today. Why did you endure the humiliation?"

Li Huaijin didn't even look at Li Yuanyang. The snow reflected his innocent mask, separating the two of them. The young man was standing on a misty mountain. Although he was looking down, his eyes showed compassion for everyone:

"Saving one person is as important as saving the world!"

Beyond the mask, Li Yuanyang was living in a muddled and turbid world, his hands stained with the blood of innocent people, his soul sinful, and he seemed unworthy of standing in front of the young man. His eyes were filled with confusion and anger, but after hearing these words, they softened for a moment, and he was convinced by them.

I began to doubt myself again. In the eyes of the royal family, all living beings are their slaves, one level lower than them. So what kind of world did Li Huaijin and Mu Jinan come from?