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

Li Jingye signaled a dozen assassins to leave, and his mighty and tall body pressed down on Li Yuanyang's head. There was only anger in his eyes:

"When did you remember?"

Li Yuanyang took a long breath. If he had remembered her earlier, he would have given her winter melon candy on the first day she arrived at the grassland. His expression was gloomy:

"The day she fell into a coma, I remembered that in my previous life, I killed her with my own hands, and killed my two children with her. I was also the one who tore her into pieces. Li Jingye, in my previous life, she and I were husband and wife. As a prince, do you mind this?"

When Li Jingye heard the words "to be torn apart by five horses", his heart ached violently, more painful than when he was poisoned. He was reluctant to even have sex with her and wanted to wait until she was one year older. The woman who had devoted herself to the country was killed by a cruel villain. The boy's dark eyes were extremely violent, but he firmly expressed his love for the person he loved. He got closer to the villain, and only the two of them could hear:

"Mu Jinan is a female general who saved people from danger, was loyal and righteous, and served her country with all her heart. She is a rare talent and deserves the admiration of everyone. I am not worthy of her."

"Men have three wives and four concubines, so why should women be bound? Not to mention that she was pregnant with your child in her previous life, even if she marries five now, I don't care. As long as Mu Jinan likes me, I, Li Jingye, have won."

Li Yuanyang's eyes suddenly showed surprise. The oath fell on his mind, and he felt ashamed. He lowered his eyes in guilt, then stood up and looked back at the young man:

"You saved me before, and your father also saved me. I am ashamed of you. I promise you that I will never leave Youzhou. But Mu Jinan, I will not give in. I have fallen in love with her. I have already been defeated, and I cannot lose her again."

Li Jingye lowered his eyes and looked down at the delusional murderer. He had saved thousands of people and no longer had to be threatened. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Outside the tent, there were sounds of hundreds of warriors fighting with Yun Chi, Zezhou, Xian Yu and others. The flashes of swords and shadows broke the silence of the night, and the biting wind redeemed the heroine who had died tragically in her previous life.

Yun Chi held a silver spear in his hand and fought against the bravest warrior. In his heart, even if Li Jingye was a demon, he would follow him to the death.

"Awoo! Awoo!" The wolves in the distance smelled the blood. They wanted to pounce on and bite, but they were worried that they could not defeat the crowd.

A ray of silver light flashed across the night. Li Jingye didn't need a blade. He wanted to seek justice for every pain Mu Jinan had suffered. He would not let Li Yuanyang close his eyes easily.

"Ah! I am the prince of the Qingque tribe, how dare you do this to me?" With a painful cry, Ru Hu punched Li Yuanyang in the throat. His pupils trembled, his eyeballs seemed to jump out, and blood suddenly rolled on his lips and tongue.

Li Jingye punched him on the back, and it was like a rock falling from the sky. Li Yuanyang's straight back immediately bent down and gradually became bloody.

Li Jingye stood behind Li Yuanyang, stepped on Li Yuanyang's back with his black boots, kicked forward with one foot, held Li Yuanyang's arms tightly with one hand, and pulled them back with force at the same time, like a wolf tearing flesh, bones and blood scattered everywhere.

"Ah, I was wrong. I was the one who let her down." Li Yuanyang was shaking all over, feeling extremely desperate. Everything was dark and he seemed to be swallowed by a huge beast, but it only tore his flesh apart. Qinglong didn't even bother to touch a single bit of his dirty flesh.

Li Jingye's methods became more and more vicious. He only used 30% of his strength, and the defeated man in front of him would wish for death. But today he would use 100% of his strength. The moonlight shone obliquely on his sinister face. The young man had pain in his eyes and asked sternly:

"Does it hurt? How painful is it to know how it hurts to be torn apart by five horses, chop off Mu Jinan's arms, scratch her face, poison her and mute her so that she can't cry?"

"I will torture you to death and avenge my beloved."

With countless "crackling" sounds, his knee bones, shins, and bones all over his body were broken. Li Yuanyang cried in pain. He was enduring punches heavier and more deadly than a tiger, and his internal organs were quickly shattered.

Li Yuanyang's neck seemed to be separated from his head and body. The pain had made him lose his soul. He vaguely saw his past life, pushing her on the swing, but ended up killing her. He was heartbroken:

"It was Li Heng who plotted against me. He used the princess's name to make Chen Xuan of Youzhou harass my people. I hate the emperor for making me a hostage, and I hate you officials for kidnapping my people."

"If you kill me, you won't be able to return to Sheng'an City. The emperor said that no one can kill me. Otherwise, it will destroy the peace between the two tribes. You are violating the emperor's will."

Li Jingye never stopped. He didn't want to hear any excuses. Evil people always want to find excuses before they die. Every time he lost control, it was because of Mu Jinan. At this moment, he just wanted to avenge her. He lifted Li Yuanyang, like an eagle catching a chick high in the sky, but then ruthlessly dropped it:

"That tyrant is two thousand miles away from me. How can he control me? What if he kills you? I want you to write a divorce letter immediately."

"Every time you want to kill her, you drug her and behead her. She is only fifteen years old. You hold great power and command a hundred thousand cavalrymen, but you vent your anger on a little girl. Are you a man at all?"

"She has been trapped in Zimuzhai for many years. How could she allow Chen Xuan to harass your clan? Did you fall into the trap for no reason? You have endured hardships for ten years, but you can't see through this conspiracy. Who are you?"

"Bang!" A figure flew by and the wooden frame in the tent was broken by Li Yuanyang's body. It was also the day when Li Jie, Fan Zheng, and Li Yuanyang lost to Mu Jinan's swordsmanship, but they used despicable tricks and internal force to break her back which was hit by the stone pillar, and the wooden frame was seriously injured again.

Li Yuanyang's whole body was limp, and he didn't even have the strength to cry. He tried to resist, but he was no match for Li Jingye's strength. Disbelief filled his eyes:

"Li Jingye, are you crazy? How dare you call the emperor a tyrant? I will never write a divorce letter, I am Li Yuanyang."

Li Jingye stared at the wooden frame. He was extremely wise. He grabbed his neck again and pulled his head back, and asked bluntly:

"Mu Jinan was knocked down the wooden frame by you using your internal force, and he didn't cover his mouth and nose, so he was hit by the smoke, right?"

It was incalculable whether it was ten or twenty times, Li Yuanyang was repeatedly thrown onto the wooden frame by Li Jingye. In the dark night, he could vaguely see the wooden frame broken into pieces. The wood chips filled his nose and went straight into his throat. Li Yuanyang suddenly remembered the pain of Mu Jinan's previous life.

He didn't know whether it was out of repentance or fear of pain, but the scene of practicing sword with her in the Mu Mansion when he was a child flashed through his mind countless times. She had been imprisoned for ten years, and he met her on the first day he was released from the palace. He searched for his mother's relics, and although it was not a good match, he would not kill her.

Only then did Li Yuanyang realize how much pain Mu Jinan was in.

Li Yuanyang was atonement deep in his soul. The Li Jingye in front of him was like a roaring tiger or wolf in the depths of the forest. When they reached the cliff, he easily picked him up and smashed him to pieces countless times. He was also like a dragon with half of its claws exposed. In the cold wind, he kept grabbing the villains, violently tearing open their bloody flesh, and throwing them into the wilderness.

There was not a single good spot on Li Yuanyang's body and he was completely defeated by Li Jingye. He heard more and more warriors rushing towards his tent, but for a full half hour, no warriors could enter the tent.

Yunchi, Zezhou, Canying, Xianyu, Mohe, Xianyu, Quanshan, Mingshui, Hanlin, Gu Wenxuan, Zhang Zhenguang, Nangong Yu and others were all fighting outside the tent, and the red clouds and blood dyed the frosty shadows on the grass red.

Every drop of blood was proof of victory, and every drop of blood was a duel to avenge Mu Jinan. The number of warriors who died here gradually exceeded two hundred.

Yun Chi, Zezhou and Gu Wenxuan were all slightly injured.

Li Yuanyang couldn't even lift a sword in his lifetime, and he was afraid that even walking was a luxury. He even begged for the blessing of the Eternal Heaven and cried for mercy:

"Ah! It's Li Jie and Fan Zheng. It's been so long, and you still hold a grudge against me. Forgive me. I will write a divorce letter right now and ask the emperor to allow me and Mu Jinan to divorce."

"Stop it!" Li Jingye signaled everyone to stay outside, then lit the lights. Li Yuanyang was dying, and it took a lot of effort for him to move his eyes. He glanced around, and the dim candlelight illuminated the blood on the ground. His face was pale.

"Ugh..." Li Yuanyang spat out a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time. It was only a few feet from the wooden frame to the desk, but he had a hard time crawling every inch and could no longer lift his arms.

What came into view was a silk book with iron painting and silver hooks, which was the divorce letter that Li Jingye had already written. Li Yuanyang's eyes were bloodshot, and his guilty and aggrieved soul was constantly fighting in his body.

Only one year had passed since Li Yuanyang returned to Quhe when Sun Rong and Yelu Chang, who coveted the throne, both died without any descendants. He had avenged his father, so it could be considered a gain.

Even if it meant making him and his people rich, he also wanted to be a king admired by the people. Even though he had 100,000 cavalrymen, he was still easily beaten half to death by Li Jingye.

Li Yuanyang's fingers trembled as he held the pen. Years of frustration had completely erupted at this moment. He cried like a child, and it was more painful than the tiger's fist he had just received. He sobbed:

"So many? I've never seen a divorce letter with more than ten copies?"

"I am already a useless man. King Chen bullied me. Can you help me kill him? Can you promise to establish a new trade agreement between Quhe, Youzhou, Yanzhou and Jizhou? This is my wish."

Li Jingye washed the blood off his hands. He stared coldly at the man in front of him. Prince Chen was overbearing and tyrannical, but Emperor Ming never restrained him. He didn't know what Li Shaoqin's identity was. He heard that even the crown prince had to give in to Prince Chen before. He looked unhappy:

"I will definitely do this. Sign it quickly. I still need to go back to see if she has a nightmare."

Ever since Mu Jinan encountered danger in the king's tent, she often had nightmares. When she woke up, she saw Li Jingye beside her, who always opened his eyes before her and comforted her.

Li Jingye used to seldom wake up after a deep sleep, but ever since she had the nightmare, he couldn't sleep at night, fearing that she would cry when she woke up. However, he didn't know that and always tried his best to maintain a light sleep when he fell asleep.

Li Yuanyang was slightly stunned. Such a delicate and considerate, fierce and protective man, of noble status, and extremely handsome, let alone Mu Jinan, he would also steal a glance at him:

"In terms of looks, no one in the world dares to compare with you, Li Jingye. In terms of strategy and martial arts, you are at the top of the mountain and no one dares to compete with you. In terms of compassion and caring for the people, even a wise ruler would avoid your edge."

"I, Li Yuanyang, lost. I lost to your five thousand soldiers, I lost to your strategic planning, I lost to your years of using the firefly bag to reflect the snow, and I lost to your selfless love for Mu Jinan, which made you sacrifice your life. I am defeated."

Li Yuanyang's arm bones were broken and he was shaking with every word he wrote. He handed the signed divorce papers, stamped them with his official seal, and made fifteen copies to Li Jingye.

Li Jingye had been waiting for this day for a long time. The marriage was to be announced to the world, and he could not let anyone criticize Mu Jinan. He looked at the villain in front of him with a vicious look and then left.

Li Yuanyang watched everyone leave and fell in front of the couch. At this moment, he felt more relaxed than when he was a hostage for many years. His half-overflowing talent and brutal mind were completely balanced at this moment.

Li Yuanyang pulled out the wolf tooth from her collar and gently moved the gold beads. These gold beads were put on her mother by her father when she got married. The two of them lived in harmony, and she only had him as her son in this life.

When Li Yuanyang's mother passed away, he was held hostage in Sheng'an City. When his father passed away, he was unable to return in time to see him for the last time. It was the emperor who severed his family ties. Every night in Sheng'an, he thought about revenge.

However, he was blocked by Li Jingye on the grassland, and he didn't even have the chance to approach the gate of Youzhou City. Li Yuanyang's eyes were blurred with tears, and his shoulders were shaking:

"Father, Mother, I am back. I am an unfilial son."

Late at night, the lonely wolf king on the grassland tried to find the purest emotion in his soul. He curled up on the bed where Mu Jinan had slept, and every inch of his muscles and bones trembled and ached:

"Mu Jinan, I'm sorry."

...

The dim candlelight illuminated the girl's haggard face. Mu Jinan stood up several times and stood at the corner of the tent, looking into the distance. She didn't see him coming back. She sat in front of the desk, at a loss. Is this the feeling of liking someone?

She somewhat understood why Li Jingye used to worry about gains and losses. She wanted to remember things from her past life, but her head was splitting. She wondered why Li Yuanyang gave her winter melon candy and moon cakes. Could it be that he was also reincarnated? Then he should know everything about his past life. She murmured:

"Is it true that I am pregnant with his child, and did he tell Jingye about it?"

Mu Jinan hesitated. The cold wind suddenly blew up the curtains. Where the darkness and the moonlight met, stood a tall and handsome young man. There was blood on the corners of his eyebrows, and his eyes were worried and gentle. He handed the silk book to her.

Mu Jinan lowered her eyes to see clearly. Her panicked eyes suddenly turned into shock, her face full of disbelief, her heart filled with joy, and her eyes filled with tears. At this moment, she had waited for two lifetimes, and finally got redemption in the calculations of the king and the imperial power. She sobbed and stammered:

"Divorce letters? Li...Li Yuanyang is willing to...willing to divorce? Why are there so many divorce letters?"

When he came closer, Mu Jinan saw the traces of tears on Li Jingye's cheeks dried by the wind, his eyes had turned red countless times, and his azure blue robe was all bright red. He didn't say a word, and went to ask for the divorce letter. He always did a lot for her secretly. She used to think that he was a mountain and a rock, a solid wall.

But now seeing him going crazy and crying for her, Mu Jinan felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged him tightly:

"I thought you were going back to Sheng'an City alone."

Li Jingye felt that the blood on his clothes had stained her clothes and wanted to push her away, but the girl held him tightly. He felt needed and saw from her eyes that she was beginning to like him. The boy was extremely greedy and was reluctant to let go. He gently stroked her head with his palm:

"Yaoyao, I can't bear to leave you even for a moment. How could I abandon you? I'm going to change my clothes so that the blood of the wicked won't stain you."

Mu Jinan let him go. She carefully read each divorce letter, trying to hold back tears while smiling. She felt pain in her heart and felt relieved. She said excitedly:

"Jingye, what's the next plan?"

After washing his face, Li Jingye changed his clothes inside the curtains of the couch. Mu Jinan did not shy away from doing so. He got on the couch, snuggled into his arms, rubbed his cheek, and kissed him between the eyebrows.