Exile: Empty half of the capital and blow up the enemy's palace

Three days later, at dawn, the carriage team of the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion slowly set off for Kyoto in the morning light. The sound of the wheels rolling was particularly clear in the quiet of the early morning.

In the carriage, Yun Qingqing lifted the curtain and looked back at Liangzhou City, where she had stayed briefly but had left a deep impression.

The people of Liangzhou City had already spontaneously gathered on both sides of the street, watching the departure of the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion, their eyes full of respect and reluctance.

In the crowd, a gray-haired old man took his grandson's hand, pointed at the convoy and said, "Son, look, that's the Duke of Huguo Mansion. They defend us from foreign enemies and protect the land of Liangzhou City. Without them, we wouldn't have a stable life in Liangzhou City. They are the pride of our Liangzhou City. In the future, you must become like them and protect our homeland."

The little grandson blinked his big eyes, and the little chicken pecked at rice and nodded, their eyes full of admiration for the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion.

On the street, all the vendors stopped what they were doing and stopped to watch the people from the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion leave, their eyes full of admiration.

"May the Duke of Protectorate have a safe journey." A peddler prayed in a low voice, and the people around him nodded in agreement, silently reciting the same blessing in their hearts.

The convoy slowly drove out of the city gate, but the people did not stop and continued to follow behind spontaneously, wanting to give the people from the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion a little longer, as if this would protect the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion and ensure a smooth and worry-free journey.

Marshal Yun sensed movement behind him. He opened the carriage curtain and watched as the common people escorted them away. He shouted loudly toward the back of the carriage, "Stop escorting us! Go back! Don't delay your livelihood!"

The people stopped only after hearing what Marshal Yun said, but they still stood there and watched the convoy of the Duke of Protectorate leave.

As the wheels rolled forward, the figures of the people gradually blurred, turning into small black dots and finally disappearing at the end of the road.

Yun Qingqing slowly lowered the curtain, leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed her eyes and thought. This time she went to Beijing and settled the affairs there, then she would take her family away from the Great Zhou Kingdom and build a new home in the wilderness.

Of course, before going to this place, she would ask her family for their opinions and listen to their ideas.

After traveling for several days, everyone was exhausted. As night fell, the caravan stopped in a deep forest to rest.

The soldiers skillfully set up camp, made fire, and prepared dry food. For a moment, the forest was filled with a little warmth and the smell of life.

Yun Qingqing took Xiaobai out of the carriage and stretched their stiff bodies. Before they could recover, they heard bursts of low wolf howls coming from the depths of the forest, one after another, which was creepy.

Fan Tong was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, and he screamed uncontrollably.

The sharp cry was particularly harsh in the silent forest, causing the wolves to howl even louder. The movement became louder and louder, as if they were approaching this side quickly.

Third Master Yun's face darkened, and he scolded him in a low voice, "Shut up! Otherwise, I'll feed you to the wolves!"

Fan Tong was so frightened by his words that he quickly covered his mouth, his body shaking like a sieve, his eyes full of fear, and he nodded desperately to indicate that he dared not make another sound.

The soldiers instantly tightened their grip on their weapons and protected Yun Qingqing and her family even more closely.

Everyone in the Yun family had seen a lot of things, so they were not afraid of encountering wolves and remained very calm.

The wolves gradually appeared in the darkness, their pairs of green eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisp, and their number was beyond imagination.

Yun Chengying raised an eyebrow upon seeing this, and couldn't help but joked, "Looks like we've just encountered a wolf pack gathering today."

As soon as these words were spoken, the originally tense atmosphere inexplicably eased a little. Even Fan Tong forgot his fear because of this sudden humor. He opened his eyes wide, half-opened his mouth, and looked incredible.

Yun Qingqing was amused. She smiled and continued, "Myna, maybe they are holding an animal conference and we are disturbing them."

Yun Chengying laughed heartily, gently waving the longsword in his hand. The tip of the sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight. He put away the joking expression on his face and said seriously, "These wolves are coming with great force. We can't avoid a fierce battle today. Ah Bao, go rest in the carriage and leave these to us."

At this moment, Xiaobai let out a cry. The voice was high-pitched and penetrating, echoing in the silent forest and causing all the wolves to lie on the ground. Their green eyes, which had originally flashed fiercely, now showed a bit of docility and awe.

Everyone was stunned and looked at Xiaobai at the same time, guessing Xiaobai's identity in their hearts.

Yun Chengying, who had been holding the sword tightly in his hand, ready to fight the wolves, froze in mid-air at this sudden scene. He stood there in a daze for a long time before he uttered, "Is this Xiaobai the Wolf King?"

Yun Qingqing did not answer him, but thought secretly in her heart: It seems that Xiaobai has the ability to make all beasts obedient.