As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

"Or..." The Houque leader's eyes were vicious. He slid his hand down to cover He Yue's abdomen and applied a little force. "It's better not to have this baby!"

"Pa!" So what if she couldn't understand the foreign language, people's emotions are universal. He Yue deeply felt the malice of the Houque leader towards the child in her belly, and she slapped the Houque leader's hand away with force!

He Yue held her abdomen with both hands, her eyes were clear and stern, and anger appeared on her pretty face.

This Houque leader wants to attack her child!

She finally accepted the existence of this child.

Daryl's expression suddenly changed. He tried to fight for He Yue again and pushed Shi Li, who wanted to stop her, aside. "Chief! Madam He's husband is a high-ranking official in the Central Plains. Please let her go!"

A high official? The Houque leaders and Houque warriors all looked at the noble lady from the Central Plains on the high platform. This time, they finally stopped focusing their attention on her picturesque face.

So what if there are no splendid clothes? He is still dignified and noble, and his majesty is inviolable.

There is no doubt that she is a person who has been in a high position for a long time. Once her face becomes cold and she stops pretending to be gentle, it is enough to make people lower their eyebrows, close their eyes, and then dare not do anything rash.

Some people in the back hall swallowed their saliva. What the hell! A weak and beautiful woman who fell down with a push was so imposing. She must be a tough guy.

The people of the Feng tribe below the stage were filled with fear and anxiety. It turned out...it turned out that Mrs. He's usual kindness was all an illusion!

The Wind Tribe elder's old face was filled with suppressed anger and fear. He swung his cane and hit Shi Li on the leg, pointing at him with trembling fingers like dry branches, "Hurry up and grab your wife! Do you want the entire Wind Tribe to be buried with her?"

The elder of the Feng tribe is a stingy and greedy villain. His experience tells him that neither Mrs. He nor the man who sent her here is a simple person!

He coveted the staggering amount of money, but didn't want to keep Madam He as a hidden danger. After all, the man might have died in the forbidden grassland, so it would be better to lure Madam He to the Houque tribe. The burden needs to be carried by a strong person!

Shi Li hurriedly grabbed Daryl's hand and begged her, "Daryl, don't make trouble anymore."

He was not afraid of the elders of the Wind Tribe, he was afraid that Dariel would be persecuted. He was just an exiled scholar who was powerless, how could he protect him!

The leader of Houque was stunned for a moment, holding his hand over his irregular heart, and laughed a few times towards the sky, "Good! Good! Very tasty!"

The other hand pointed at Daryl, who couldn't hide his worried expression in the audience.

"Tell this woman what I said in the Central Plains dialect!" There was no fear at all on the brows of Houque leader Gu Jie. "This is the grassland, not the Central Plains. The grassland is so vast and full of tigers and wolves. Where can you escape to? Your husband, who is a high-ranking official, will never find you!"

Daryl stubbornly refused to pass on the message, so Shi Li had to go up by himself. He looked at the lonely and thin He Yue on the stage with guilt on his face, and repeated the words of the Houque leader in the Central Plains dialect.

He Yue slowly raised her head. Under the dim sky, the grassland seemed boundless and connected with the clouds and sky.

Her own endless feeling of fatigue filled her heart, but she didn't know where the panic and helplessness came from, making her tremble uncontrollably.

There was a mixture of overwhelming rage and a hint of viciousness in it. He Yue's spine shivered, her forehead was wet with sweat, and her lips were a little pale.

This is not her emotion, He Yue murmured in her heart.

The wind was very cold. He Yue clutched her sleeves. She used all her strength to calm herself down. She looked at the leader of Houque and said something softly.

"I think he'll come looking for me."

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On another part of the grassland, Ning Rushong was riding on a horse, followed by a team of cavalrymen. His handsome face was full of coldness. He felt the pain on his face and abdomen. Even if he faced an axe or a cauldron, he would not be as panic-stricken as he is now.

He Yue was injured, he clearly felt it, he was going crazy! In his chest was burning with endless anger.

Apart from his affection for Imperial Consort Yue and Prince Rong, the rest are nothing but dust in his eyes. Who can guarantee that Emperor Jingmu will not take action against He Yue?

Is it because of the remaining friendship between Emperor Jingmu and Duan Qidai?

Duan Qidai, Duan Qidai! Ning Rusong chewed on this name in her heart. If you and He Yue were really a perfect couple, then please bless her in heaven and protect her from harm!

More than a month has passed. If it weren't for the existence of the Mandarin Duck Gu telling Ning Rushong that He Yue was fine, would he still be able to retain some consciousness?

Ning Rushong sent countless scouts and finally found out the route of Emperor Jingmu. He Yue was either in the forbidden area or in the tribe in the west.

The possibility of it being a forbidden area is low, and He Yue has not suffered any injuries other than today.

Guard Zhang handed the water bag to Ning Rusong and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, you must be blessed by heaven!"

Even Guard Zhang himself felt that what he said was ridiculous. Guard Zhang also knew a little about the Empress's physical condition. She was extremely weak. She was abducted by Emperor Jingmu to the vast grassland. It was unknown whether she would live or die!

Ning Rushong took the water bag and took a sip. His dry throat was slightly moistened. He looked very sinister and said, "Let's set off to the western tribe."

In the Feng tribe, He Yue was imprisoned in her own tent.

The leader of Houque said that he would take her back to Houque early tomorrow morning and take her as his concubine.

He Yue's hands were tied and she curled up on the blanket. She was gorgeous and charming in the halo of light. Her fair skin was rubbed by Polaroid's fingertips.

Baolier, the most beautiful woman in Feng tribe, will follow her new husband to live in Houque tribe tomorrow, so she was sent to persuade He Yue, even though the two of them could not speak the same language and could not even communicate with each other.

Baolier lay on top of her, covered her lips with her hands, and smiled foolishly, "Do you feel humiliated?"

"No matter how powerful and majestic the Houque leader is on the grassland, in your eyes he must be just an uncivilized barbarian, right?"

Seeing that He Yue ignored her, Baolier rested her chin on He Yue's back and talked to herself, "You smell very clean and nice, without the sheep smell of those barbaric men. If your husband really comes to pick you up, please take me with you, because I also want to see what the Central Plains looks like."

"I don't hate you, but the elders want to punish you, so I have no choice but to obey. Please forgive me, and when you get to Houque, we will support each other."

He Yue raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze fixed on her clothes, and said in a light tone, "I'm going to sleep, don't make any more noise, I don't understand."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and ignored him. Polaroid was sleeping beside her. She lifted the blanket with her hands and covered the two of them.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep."