Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 267 I'm a princess, I'm meant to enjoy life! (30)

Xiong Bufan's army marched so fast that the envoy could not return to the Kingdom of Ale even after walking for a long time, and the territory of the Kingdom of Ale had been shrunk by more than half.

Asrafi lay on the carriage, growing increasingly desperate. Taking a man back for a political marriage was bad enough, but now he didn't even have a home. "Alar, any news from the tribe?"

Alar said with a worried look, "Your Highness, we haven't heard anything. What should we do?"

"Continue to go!"

This wretched carriage is too slow, and Asrafi can't ride a horse, so he can only rage inside the carriage. A place that usually takes two months to reach has now been traveled for half a year and he still can't see it.

In every city they visited, the dynasty's flags were planted everywhere, and Asrafi wanted to know the situation of the royal court as soon as possible.

Yan Qingxun followed in the marriage procession, with the dowry following behind. Although he was a man in a marriage alliance, his dowry was equally generous.

News has been circulating throughout the dynasty that Princess Anning, the Goddess of War, has resounded throughout the borders and has even reached the outskirts of the royal court.

Yan Qingxun, dressed in red, sat on his horse, gazing at the endless yellow sand, and asked his guard with a delicate gesture, "Has His Majesty not yet sent an order summoning us back?"

"No, Your Highness, please rest assured, His Majesty has always remembered you." The guard himself didn't believe what he said. If he really cared, he would have sent Prince Wuyou back when the territory was reclaimed.

Yan Qingxun remained silent on his horse. When he arrived, his father would be granted the title of king, his mother would be granted the title of noblewoman, and his brother would have a smooth career. Would they really remember him?

The environment on the frontier was more difficult than he had imagined, but fortunately, they were all people of the dynasty, so Yan Qingxun did not suffer much along the way. Even when the envoys came to provoke him, he directly retorted.

It would have been better if the Khan hadn't written. But as soon as he did, Xiong Bufan remembered something very important: Wang Tianzheng had promised him gold if he killed the Khan.

Since the murder couldn't involve the palace maids, Xiong Bufan hid Yueyan in a cave.

Whenever she went out alone, Xiong Bufan would dig a hole in the tent, put a mat inside, and hide Yueyan there to prevent others from rushing in and hurting her.

Xiong Bufan went to great lengths to protect Yueyan.

After hiding Yueyan and leaving a vent and food, Xiong Bufan quietly slipped into the royal court under the cover of night.

Seeing the enemy troops looming over the city and eyeing it menacingly, the Khan began to consider the possibility of moving the capital.

Winter is already cold, and if people were to migrate north at this time, not only would most of the cattle and sheep die, but the people would probably freeze to death as well.

Aren't all the people of the dynasty cowards? Why is the army coming so aggressively this time? Did Asrafi do something to anger the dynasty?

The flame of the oil lamp on the table was still flickering, and the Khan's forehead shone even brighter. If they joined forces with the outside world, it would probably be too late.

A gust of wind swept through the tent, and then the gold and silver weapons vanished. The Khan drew his sword. "Who? Who's there?"

"Help! Help!"

It was quiet outside the tent. Usually there would be patrols at this time. The eunuchs inside the tent had disappeared at some point. The Khan was getting more and more frightened. Sweat began to bead on his bald forehead. Who could have attacked him in the dead of night?

Before the Khan could even figure it out, his head separated from his body. Xiong Bufan put the Khan's head into a sack, which was full of gold.

The other royal families of the barbarians also lost their lives quietly in the same way. However, Xiong Bufan was still relatively civilized, because he did not harm the lives of the female relatives. He only cut down all the adult princes and put them in sacks, while taking away the dowry and property of the female relatives.

Xiong Bufan quietly and slowly avenged the original owner of the body.

Xiong Bufan is not a bear that indiscriminately kills innocent people; every person she kills is a deeply sinful individual. The entire royal court is shrouded in a dark aura, even deeper than that of Cui Guohong.

Yueyan dared not speak in the tunnel, worried about Xiong Bufan and not understanding why he would hide her in the cave. But no matter what she did, the princess had her own path, and they, as servants, tried their best not to cause her any trouble.

In less than an hour, Xiong Bufan rushed back carrying a large burlap sack. After handing the sack to Yang Xun, he swaggered back to the tent.

Everything inside the tent was exactly as it had been. Xiong Bufan moved the bed aside and let Yueyan out. "Come out, I've finished everything."

"Yes, princess."

Half a year of life on the frontier had made Yueyan's face no longer fair and tender, with two red spots on her face. She was also wearing clothes made of various animal skins for warmth, which was much rougher than in the palace, but she was also more comfortable in the palace.

Xiong Bufan plopped down on the bed, and Yueyan went over to bring him a cup of hot milk tea. "Princess, have some tea."

"Well, I'm going back to the palace. Do you want to come back with me?"

"Are we going back so soon?" Yueyan was still a little incredulous, but their princess would never lie. "Wherever the princess is, that's where I'll be."

Xiong Bufan: "Fine, I also miss the food in the palace."

Knowing that he was to return to the palace, Xiong Bufan left troops to guard the area the next day before withdrawing them.

The barbarian general was overjoyed to see the dynasty retreat and rushed to report to the Khan. However, all the guards were found lying on the ground. The general quickly pushed open the tent door and saw the Khan lying next to the desk, the blood on his neck already dried, and his head missing.

Although they had been conquering the dynasty, the Khan said that they needed to prepare for future rule, so they basically learned the dynasty's official language and customs.

General: "Help! The Khan has passed away!"

The soldiers filed in, and the queen rushed over, only to find that her son had not yet arrived. She quickly sent people to look for him, only to discover that the eldest prince was in the same situation as the Khan—his head had vanished. She was so anxious that she fainted on the spot.

The dynasty was in chaos. Xiong Bufan was leisurely riding his horse back. In summer, the grass was lush and the birds were singing, which was quite nice. In winter, everything was a vast expanse of white with nothing in sight, making it too easy to get lost.

After receiving the head, Yang Xun remained silent. To be honest, the head terrified him so much that he couldn't sleep all night. He would never question the princess's decisions again, fearing that she would knock on his door in the middle of the night with a bag of heads, asking him to deliver them back to His Majesty.

The other generals didn't understand Xiong Bufan's arrangements, but they didn't dare to ask him. So they quietly approached Yang Xun and asked, "General Yang, has the princess received any imperial decree?"

Although Yang Xun was only given a minor vanguard general position, he came from the capital with Princess Anning, so he must know some inside information.

Thinking of the bag of heads, Yang Xun pretended to be calm and said, "The princess has her own arrangements, we should just follow them."

"Yes."