After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

As the old saying goes: When masters fight, every move is fatal!

This point is completely applicable to Han Ming and Yelu Hongji. The two sides went from a verbal battle in their first meeting to a life-and-death fight in the winter hunting grounds, and then a poetry banquet with both open and covert struggles pushed the conflict to a climax.

When everyone in the delegation thought that things were taking a turn for the better, the blatant beauty trap continued to squeeze their mental will.

Yelu Hongji's methods are endless, and Han Ming's countermeasures are perfect.

The two sides were like Mars hitting the Earth and tit for tat, constantly testing, brewing, taking action, testing again, and taking action again.

They all knew that the end of this struggle would not be far away. As for who would strike the final blow first, it would depend on who could no longer sit still.

Facts show that compared with the younger Han Ming, the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji has lower patience.

On the third day of December in the first year of Xianyong in Liao Dynasty (the second year of Zhiping in Song Dynasty), the Nabo tribe, which had already reached the vicinity of Zhongjing, finally stopped.

According to the intention of Zhongshu Ling and Zheng Wang Xiao Ge, Nabo will move south and return to Nanjing Xijin Prefecture to continue stationed.

After the spring of next year, a spring hunt will be carried out, and the destination is Shangjing Linhuang Prefecture, the capital of the Liao Dynasty.

However, compared to the relaxation and enjoyment of Xiao Ge and others, the people in the Song Dynasty delegation felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.

This feeling has never disappeared since they entered the Liao Kingdom. They know why they are still alive.

It was nothing more than the result of mediation by Chongyuan's party, but as Yelu Hongji restarted the investigation into the "assassination of the diplomatic envoy" case, Yelu Chongyuan's situation began to fall into endless troubles.

On the surface, Xiao Ge was a minister of Yelu Hongji and the prime minister of the Liao Dynasty, but secretly he supported Yelu Chongyuan to take power in the Liao Dynasty.

As a result, he had to run back and forth to balance the increasingly uncontrollable conflict between Yelu Hongji and Yelu Chongyuan, the uncle and nephew. Unfortunately, the result did not satisfy everyone.

After learning that Yelu Hongji had taken the initiative to completely depose Chongyuan from the throne and put him in prison, Han Ming immediately began to use financial offensives to win over members of the Yelu and Xiao families, while contacting informants within the Liao Dynasty to start trouble.

This "assassination of the delegation" incident finally changed from quantitative change to qualitative change under the concerted efforts of everyone.

On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Nabo returned to the Gubeikou Great Wall area. Yelu Hongji had just announced the handling of Yelu Chongyuan the day before, and today he called on the sons of Khitan nobles to go out of the Great Wall to hold the last winter hunt.

Han Ming knew clearly in his heart that this was a trick to lure the snake out of its hole, and he originally didn't want to get involved too much. However, with Yelu Hongji's half-smile and Xiao Ge's pleading, Han Ming could only agree with a pinch of his nose.

However, Han Ming knew that this game was set up for Chongyuan's party, so he couldn't let himself get involved.

For this purpose, this guy could only take advantage of Zheng Princess Yelu Wulitai. In the name of maintaining relationships, Han dragged her to participate in this final winter hunt.

Seeing that Han Ming actually used his younger sister as a shield, Yelu Hongji was so angry that he wanted to break his longbow.

"What is Orita doing?! Does she know how long I have been planning this scene? She actually..."

Yelu Hongji was angry in a rest camp, with Yelu Liang, his loyal attendant, beside him.

"Your Highness knows." Yelu Liang's words surprised Yelu Hongji.

"She knows? She knows and yet she acts so recklessly."

"What? Is she really obsessed with Han Ming? He's a married man! Humph!"

Yelu Hongji sneered. From the beginning, he never thought that Yelu Wulitai could take down Han Ming. He just hoped to use this underhanded trick to disturb Han's mind.

"Your Highness asked me to convey a message." Yelu Liang bowed and said in a deep voice.

"Speak!" Yelu Hongji sat in the camp with his horse and golden sword, looking at the horses that occasionally galloped past in the distance.

"His Highness said that she will never let His Majesty and the late Emperor down, nor will she let down the ancestors of the Liao Dynasty!"

There was a lingering sigh in Yelu Liang's words.

"She..." Yelu Hongji was stunned at first, then suddenly turned around and stared at Yelu Liang.

"You told her what I thought!"

Yelu Liang did not reply, but just stood quietly beside Yelu Hongji.

"Although I cannot tolerate Han Ming, I have not yet reached the point where I would sacrifice the women of my clan."

"Go and pass on the message. Tell her I have something to say to Princess Zheng and ask her to return to the camp. As for Han Ming, I will personally take his head off!"

Yelu Hongji didn't want to see his father's bloodline becoming less and less, and he had a good relationship with the two sisters Yelu Baqin and Yelu Wulitai since childhood.

Now that the eldest princess Yelu Baqin has already married, he still has some pity for this younger sister.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but I think this move of Your Highness may be a good one."

Yelu Liang believed that Yelu Wulitai would successfully deal with Han Ming. Whether to kill him or to seduce him, keeping Han Ming would be good news for the Liao Dynasty.

"Humph, are you looking down on that Marquis of Anyang?"

"While Wulitai is indeed extraordinary among the Khitan people like me, there are many people in the Song court who are as beautiful as her."

"I didn't expect her to win Han Ming's heart. I just wanted to hold him back. If Wu Litai had her own ideas, I'm afraid it would end up in chaos!"

"Just go and pass on the order. As for Han Ming, I have plenty of ways to deal with him!"

Yelu Hongji sneered, stood up, mounted his horse, whipped it, and chased the troops away, galloping in the snow outside the Great Wall.

On the other side, a pair of lovers were also galloping under the clear sky and snow, two horses running side by side, chasing a panicked deer.

"Whoosh-!"

"Whoosh-!"

"Whoosh-!"

The three arrows hit the deer in a split second, blocking its path. Then, when it suddenly stopped and turned, another arrow came and pierced the deer's neck.

Seeing such precise archery, Han Ming couldn't help but give a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "Your Highness the Princess is indeed worthy of being a heroine. This archery skill is rare in the Song Dynasty."

Hearing Han's praise, Yelu Wulitai showed his pair of small fangs, and smiled with curved eyebrows, which was very touching.

"I don't believe what you said, Lord. The Song Dynasty is full of talented people and has a rich foundation. When it comes to those with superb archery skills, there are many of them."

"No need to flatter me, I'm not that stingy!"

Yelu Wulitai snorted lightly, dismounted from his horse, and was about to dismember the sika deer with his own hands.

"Why bother with your Highness? Let me serve you!"

Han Ming couldn't bear to watch a woman being bled and skinned.

"Looking down on me?" Yelu Wulitai tilted his head and squinted his eyes, his cute and confident look making Han Ming laugh.

"How dare I look down on Your Highness? I'm simply worried that this blood will stain Your Highness's hands and make them look ugly."

Han Ming tried to appear graceful and reached out to snatch the dagger from Yelu Wulitai's hand, but she turned around and dodged it.

"Doesn't the Marquis have his own sword? Why are you using mine?"

Yelu Wulitai seemed reluctant to let Han Ming use her knife.

This scene made Han Ming squint slightly, and he noticed something amiss.

Through Yelu Wulitai's sideways body, Han Ming saw the dark marks on the dagger, and subconsciously felt a chill in his heart: "Poison!"

Seeing this, Han Ming curled his lips, turned around, took the dagger from the horse's back, walked up to the sika deer and began to bleed and skin it.

"In fact, I was born in the frontier since I was a child. I have experienced all these things. It is not as bad as you think."

Yelu Wulitai looked at Han Ming's defenseless back and could not help but tighten his grip on the poisoned dagger, slowly approaching him.

"Compared to me, the Marquis is in the Central Plains. I'm afraid he would be very uncomfortable with such bloody things, right?"

With the help of the reflection of the dagger in his hand, Han Ming saw Yelu Wulitai approaching with a knife.

"It's okay. I personally enjoy the feeling of hunting, and I don't always have attendants around me, so I can handle these small issues myself."

Han Ming lowered his wrist and put the dagger back to his waist. As long as Yelu Wulitai made a move, he could kill the opponent instantly.

"It turns out that the Marquis is also a man of temperament. I always thought that people from the Central Plains were all serious and upright teachers!"

Yelu Wulitai steadied his breathing and slowly extended the poisoned dagger, approaching Han Ming's heart on his back.

"Your Highness, this is my humble opinion. Just as there are people in the Liao Dynasty who enjoy the delicacies of the Central Plains, there are also people in the Song Dynasty who appreciate the exotic beauty of the frontier."

"Whatever it is, it's a cultural custom that has been passed down to this day. Shouldn't it be respected?"

Han Ming's tone was gentle, but in reality, his body was tense, his calves ready to push out at any moment to create distance, then turn around and counterattack.

"Really? I'm truly shortsighted. I didn't realize the Song Dynasty would actually be so fond of our Liao customs!"

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer, Yelu Wulitai suddenly pulled out his short knife and stabbed it into Han Ming's back, and a cry echoed across the wilderness.

"Propagate His Majesty's oral order—!"

"Urgently summon Her Royal Highness Princess Zheng to an audience—!"

As the messenger approached, Yelu Wulitai's body trembled, and the "poisoned" dagger in his hand could not be held and fell to the ground.

Hearing the sound of "ding-dong" falling to the ground behind him, a faint smile crossed Han Ming's lips. Then his fingers flew, and he turned the blade upside down, continuing to bleed and skin without changing his expression, as if he didn't notice the movement behind him at all.

"Your Highness, it seems His Majesty has something to summon you. You may want to go and see him first. I will pick you up later."

Han Ming smiled and looked back at Yelu Wulitai.

"Well, please wait a moment, my Lord. I will be right back."

Yelu Wulitai forced a smile, turned around hurriedly, mounted his horse and was about to flee.

"Your Highness, wait a minute!" Han Ming's cry startled Yelu Wulitai so much that his hair stood up.

"My Lord, what else do you want?" Yelu Wulitai felt that his facial expression must be very ferocious.

"Your dagger..." Han Ming picked up the poisoned dagger, which frightened Yelu Wulitai so much that his body stiffened.

"Don't forget!" Han Ming personally inserted the dagger into the scabbard on the horse's back and waved goodbye with a smile.

Seeing that Han Ming did not notice anything unusual, Yelu Wulitai immediately whipped his horse and fled from the wilderness.

"You look quite brave, little guy, but you are not as good as my brother Meng De in pretending..."

Han Ming chuckled and turned back to continue dealing with the sika deer.