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

Ning Rushong wrapped He Yue in a soft and thick blanket and carried her out of the tent horizontally.

He Yue rested her head on his rhythmically rising and falling chest, no longer drowning in horrific nightmares, her elegant face showing peace and tranquility.

There were constant cries and shouts outside. The cavalry with swords in hand surrounded the people of the tribe in an open space. Daril was huddled in Shi Li's arms, holding her child.

Guard Zhang came forward with a submissive look on his face. Mainly because what he had found out had shocked him at the audacity of the Houque and Feng tribes.

"Your Majesty, after the Queen came to the Wind Tribe, she was taken care of by a woman named Darier. The chief elder of the Wind Tribe... the leader of Houque wanted to take the Queen as a concubine, but the Queen refused, so she was drugged and imprisoned in the tent."

Ning Rushong finally looked at the group of foreigners carefully. At this moment, his face was expressionless, but gave people a bloody feeling as if he wanted to tear their bones and skin them alive.

The floating air currents seemed to be suddenly condensed. The people of the tribe dared not shout anymore. They sensed the suppressed anger.

"Kill him."

Such a casual sentence, but he would not stop until this place was melted into a hell of ghosts.

"No! Don't!" Daril and Shi Li, the only two people who could understand the Central Plains dialect, could no longer hold back and burst into tears!

The tribesmen, who originally didn't know what was going on, finally understood as they saw the sharp blades of the cavalry approaching them!

"Please have mercy! No, someone come and save us!"

"Evil ghost from the Central Plains! You will definitely be punished by the demon god!"

Shi Li wiped the tears from his face, protected his wife and children behind him, stood up and faced the sword, "My wife Daryl has a very good relationship with the Queen!"

"When the Queen was in the tribe, it was Daryl who took good care of her! We have done a great job, you can't kill us!"

"If the Queen is sober, she will definitely not take our lives!"

A bright streak appeared in the sky, and under the dim sky, a blood-stained land was reflected.

The wailing sounds were long gone, leaving only corpses scattered all over the ground, and a suffocating and eerie feeling enveloped the land from all directions.

The only people from the Wind Tribe alive here are Daril and his wife and their only son.

Ning Rushong spared their lives, and all his mercy was on He Yue. It must be said that Shi Li was quite quick-witted.

Daryl stood there in a daze, looking around. Everywhere she looked was someone she was familiar with. She fell to her knees and uttered a mournful cry, "She's clearly, clearly fine!"

If I had known this earlier, Daryl would have killed He Yue when she first fell unconscious!

How can the friendship of just a few months compare to that of people from the same tribe who have lived together since childhood!

"Don't feel resentment, Daryl. At least don't feel resentment on the surface." Shi Li held his only son who fainted from crying in one hand and a cloth bag in the other, which contained gold and silver given to them by the guard named Zhang.

It is enough for the three of them to live a stable life for the rest of their lives.

"When the emperor is angry, even ten thousand people will turn into blood to quench his wrath." Shi Li looked at the direction where the cavalry was going away in fear, his eyes full of sorrow, "We should be thankful for our kindness to the Queen of Dayun Dynasty in the beginning, otherwise we would have died too."

The scarlet residual blood pierced Shi Li's mind, and he murmured softly, "If the Great Elder had not coveted things that did not belong to him at the beginning, nothing would have happened."

Who wants to die? Call him selfish or mean, but being able to save his wife and children is enough for him!

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He Yue was still dizzy when she woke up. When she opened her eyes, she was held in Ning Rushong's arms with his arm around her waist.

On the grassland, the carriage that Ning Rushong had found from somewhere was moving slowly, and there was the sound of iron hooves outside.

Ning Rushong's elegant face showed fatigue, with dark circles under his eyes. The long hours of running around and fatigue made him fall into a deep sleep after he relaxed his mind. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the car, but his hand around He Yue was still as strong as ever.

After a moment of realization, He Yue turned her head and half buried her face in his chest, feeling his regular and strong heartbeat. She actually felt at ease and calm after everything had settled.

When she was in the Wind Tribe, she was torn all the time. She was a layman, afraid of the precarious days on the grassland, and she also felt the freedom without Ning Rusong.

But He Yue knew very well that Ning Rushong would find the Feng Tribe sooner or later. She was too tired to argue with Ning Rushong anymore because the outcome was already decided.

Not knowing what she was thinking about, He Yue half-propped herself up, her black hair falling on his neck. She fixed her eyes on his face and clenched her fists with an extremely calm attitude.

She didn't feel a thing when her nails pierced her skin. Instead, Ning Rushong frowned and the fingers on her waist trembled.

She let go of her hand, and Ning Rushong's frowned brows relaxed again.

It's amazing, isn't it? He Yue didn't feel any surprise at all.

There was a sneer on He Yue's face, her eyes were clear and profound, as calm as a glass statue without any joy or anger.

Forget it, forget it, why bother struggling? He Yue closed her eyes, bent down, and buried her face in his shoulder.

Where she couldn't see, Ning Rushong opened his eyes, and he felt the warmth at the collar of his clothes, which burned into his heart like a devastating fire.

Yueyue...

After a battle that lasted almost three years, Ning Rushong was undoubtedly the winner, with superb tactics and gentleness, but at the same time he was also stuck in the quagmire and could no longer get out!

Love is a matter between two people, how can it be calculated?

The strong and loyal love trapped him on He Yue, and he was happy to accept it. Like a vine that depended on her, it pierced into her flesh and blood, and entangled himself in a disgraceful manner.