Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"Your father treats me very well..." Wencheng wanted to touch his son's head, but Lieba stubbornly pushed his head away. His hands trembled, and he stopped insisting, "As his wife, I have never remarried, and I have never betrayed him."

"But you are still the imperial teacher of the Demon Queen! Isn't this a betrayal of your father?" Lieba yelled.

"Because as an ambitious Manzagang person, I am loyal to the people of Manzagang." Wen Cheng said, her eyes were sad, her voice was peaceful, and her body was filled with the power of still waters. "I am only loyal to the true king."

"Could it be that the evil queen Ha Xiang is the real king?" Lieba looked at his mother as if she were a madman. "She ate people, she usurped the throne, she imprisoned my father and you! And now she has tied me, the only heir to the throne of Manzagang, here like a dog!"

"It's because of her that the people have a good life. Think about it carefully." Wen Cheng stood up and walked out, not wasting any more words with his son who was a little bit stubborn.

The moment she stepped out of the door with her skirt like clouds, she stopped and said, "Besides, Leba, you should understand that you are no longer the only heir to your father."

Queen Ha Xiang had her own children, and Wen Cheng did not believe that his son did not know this. Even if he had never considered this, his meticulous daughter would not fail to collect this information. Ma Jinguo's claim that Leba was the only heir to the throne of Manzagang was nothing more than a divorce on behalf of the former king, based on the premise that "Ha Xiang usurped the throne and was not worthy of being the queen, so her children were not heirs."

But in reality, the queen had never divorced the former king, and they already had a lot of children in name, some were erudite and eloquent, some were beautiful and kind, some were smart and capable, and some were brave and heroic. Even though Leba and Sam were still serving the former king's children, they no longer had the advantage in the face of so many outstanding brothers and sisters. What's more, they were also labeled as fakes.

Yes, Wencheng had heard about the doubts about the origins of the queen's children. But since she could accept the usurper queen, did it matter whether these children were real princes and princesses or fake ones?

They are good enough and love the people, and that is the most important thing.

The next day, Wen Jiao set up the ceremonial guard, blew the conch shells, rang the armor bells, and spread out the umbrella, and together with the masked Wen Cheng, they sent Lieba back to the camp of Ma Jinguo. The two armies faced each other from a distance, and a gorgeous umbrella was held up in the army of Ma Jinguo. Under the umbrella was a female general in red clothes and black horse, with snow-white skin, red lips, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a group of graceful and beautiful.

She nodded to Wen Jiao and Wen Chengyuan from a distance, and after accepting the bread, she raised her hand and the army retreated like a tide.

"That's Sam." Wen Cheng said softly, his voice full of mixed emotions.

Wen Jiao looked at Wu Meiniang's grown-up face, and was filled with emotion: "She was cuter when she was a child, like a snowball."

Wencheng didn't say anything, her eyes were always looking in the direction where her children disappeared.

"How did you convince Sam?" Wen Jiao asked. Wu Meiniang was not someone who would give up easily, especially since she and her brother Leba were the only two heirs to the throne.

Wen Cheng bit his lip hard, and smiled a little sadly: "I told her that if a war breaks out again, I will reveal my identity as the Dakini Princess Zhuowasangmu, and announce to the world that the two siblings are not my flesh and blood, but are imposters with wolfish ambitions who want to disrupt the peace in Manzagang."

How could she forget that not everyone can resolutely marry far away to the Snow Region for the sake of the country, knowing that the journey will be full of difficulties and dangers, and abandoning their relatives, family and the happiness of the rest of their lives. Wencheng has always been such a persevering woman who considers the overall situation.

"Thank you." All the words she said seemed useless. Wen Jiao thought for a while and only uttered these three words. After all, Lieba was now the ruler of a country. It was easy to kill him, but it was not wise to rashly kill the monarch of a country without absolute advantage. That would be a personal feud. It would be best if peace between the two countries could be achieved without bloodshed.

Wen Cheng shook his head and said with a dull tone: "I miss the sweet tea in the royal city."

Wen Jiao said meaningfully: "It's time for us to go back."

After returning to the base camp, Lieba was in an anxious and sensitive state. He roared and drove away the others, and pulled Wu Meiniang's sleeve: "Sister, do you know..."

He wanted to say, did you know that the national teacher is our mother? She was so kind and benevolent, but now she has become a treacherous person who is greedy for power and betrayed our father and us for the position of national teacher.

But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back. An inexplicable suspicion made his words turn into accusations: "Sister, why did you agree to withdraw the troops? I am a man, I would rather be beheaded by the demon queen than be a prisoner of war who is released. I will have no face in front of my ancestors if I die."

Wu Meiniang was confused by his criticism. After thinking for a while, she asked tentatively, "Have you seen the Imperial Master?"

"When have I ever seen that witch?" Lieba's face darkened. "Could it be that Sister has seen her?"

Wu Meiniang said: "Of course I have seen it, otherwise who would I negotiate with?" She secretly clenched her fists, "She said..."

"Whatever the witch said was all nonsense without any basis. Did you believe it?" Lieba asked.

Wu Meiniang's heart sank, and she quickly prepared an excuse: "She said that if we don't withdraw, she will chop off your limbs. If you don't withdraw in one day, she will give you one hand, and if you don't withdraw in two days, she will give you the other hand. Then she will chop off your feet, and finally your head. I have depended on you since childhood, how could I bear to see you suffer this? I dare not even think about it. After all, I am a woman, and I was scared..."

She covered her face with her hands and started to cry: "Sister knows that I was dizzy and did something wrong. Let's put it this way, brother, you have a good sleep and get some energy. Tomorrow we will send more troops back and teach them a lesson!"

"No need!" Lieba thought that Wencheng had not yet revealed his identity to Wu Meiniang, and he was relieved. How could he dare to fight again? Whether he could win or not was one thing, but if his cruel mother said he was a fool in front of the armies of the two countries, he would not be able to raise his head in Majin.

The reason why he was chosen by the previous Living Buddha and designated as the reincarnation boy, besides his superior qualifications, was it not because of his royal birth and noble caste?

He exhaled a breath of foul air and said with a sullen face: "Sister has already agreed to the peace between the two countries. How can a younger brother overturn it? Let's just leave it at that."

Wu Meiniang continued to whine: "It was my sister who did the wrong thing."

Lieba was upset by her crying, and the suspicion in his heart was washed away, leaving only a tiny bit. He comforted Wu Meiniang, "Sister has always been giving me advice, and it is normal for her to make mistakes occasionally. You have always been worried about me over the years, and you have been busy leading troops or busy with government affairs all day, delaying your lifelong happiness. I remember that Minister Daud is infatuated with you. I will preside over your wedding when I go back, okay?"

Wu Meiniang trembled, raised her face, and smiled brightly on her tearful face, seeming very affectionate and shy: "It's up to you, my king."

She pronounced the last two words with extra emphasis.