The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Wei Zheng’s mentality is to make the best of things as they come. Since there is no escape, he might as well just enjoy it while going.

The ten white fingers were slowly roasted over the charcoal fire, and the body gradually felt warm.

"According to our itinerary, we will definitely reach the North within 20 days..."

"Who said we were going to the North?"

Wei Zheng raised his head lazily and pointed out the window, "Let's go to Xijiang."

That kid Ning Rongzhang must be hiding in Xinjiang. He doesn't believe that Ning Rongzhang will die.

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Luanzhou Department.

The cold wind blew on his face. Ji Mengshu lowered his head and took a deep breath, rubbing his slightly red face. A tent appeared vaguely in front of him, and rough shouting sounds were heard.

Wu Yanhe rode up and walked in front, asking without turning his head, "Regent King, you followed me back like this, aren't you afraid that I will use a trick against you and capture you all and take you to the Khan's tent?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, in the eyes of His Majesty, both the prince and General Ji are dead. Since we are dead, we have no value. But the prince is of great value to the guardian, isn't he?" Ning Rongzhang raised his eyebrows and looked at the tent from afar. He rode past Wu Yanhe and said, "The prince believes that the guardian is a wise man."

The two men beside Wu Yanhe went to the front first, and the situation in front immediately became lively and everyone was shouting.

Ji Mengshu didn't quite understand the Luanzhou dialect they were speaking, but Ning Rongzhang, who had been dealing with the Luanzhou tribe for many years, could definitely hear it. He pulled the reins of the horse closer to her and leaned over to ask, "Don't you want to know what they are saying?"

Ji Mengshu concentrated slightly, "Although I don't know the specific meaning, but I guess it must mean a warm welcome."

Ning Rongzhang showed a satisfied smile, "Yes, that's true."

People on the grassland never believe in bloodline. What they believe in are the spirits of eagles and wolves on the grassland.

The capable ones will be at the top.

Wu Yanhe turned his head to look at the people behind him, and whispered a few words to the guard beside him. The guard nodded and glanced straight over him.

Ji Mengshu held the reins tightly. It was the first time in her life that she entered the Luanzhou camp alone.

The man said in Luanzhou dialect, "Protector, the Khan urgently summons you."

Wu Yanhe nodded, said a few words to the people around him, turned around and galloped away with two people.

"What is he doing?!"

Ji Mengshu even wanted to catch up on horseback. After all, he did not feel safe in the camp of Luanzhou tribe.

He reached out to pull her, then smiled at her, "Don't worry."

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The Great Khan's camp was dozens of miles away.

The tents of the left and right protectors are not far from the main tent. Firstly, they have the responsibility to provide escort, and secondly, if there is a sneak attack from other tribes, the protectors can also provide timely rescue.

The Third Prince, Gu Azhen, had been waiting on the side for a long time. It was the Third Prince's idea to urgently summon Wu Yanhe back. "Father Khan, you don't know that Wu Yanhe has been in and out of the Dali border frequently during these days. Who knows if he has any unclear relationship with the Dali Dynasty in private..."

The Great Khan also had a square face, with a little beard on his temples and chin. The beard covered his upper lip, and only the shape of his lips could be vaguely seen when they moved.

"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense!"

Although he was weak, his voice was still full of energy.

Among so many princes under the Great Khan, only the third prince is the Great Khan's true bloodline, so he is not as restrained when speaking as others.

Someone came in from outside and announced, "Khan, the Right Protector has arrived."

"Enter."

Gu Azhen stood at one side and saw that the two sides of the big tent were lifted up, and then a handsome young man with dark eyes like a sharp hawk came in.

The little bell at the end of her hair swayed slightly with her footsteps, and her every move seemed to carry a sense of oppression from a superior.

After coming in, he looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice that there was Gu Azhen in the corner.

"Meet Father Khan!"

"Ahem! Get up..." The Great Khan changed his position on the wide recliner, "Since the battle with the Dali Dynasty, our grassland has not gained any benefits. I'm afraid this winter will be difficult..."

The howling northwest wind blew towards the tent, and the thick fur was slightly blown. Wu Yanhe raised his eyes and said, "Father Khan, Wu Yanhe is willing to go to Dali as an envoy to do business with the current Emperor of Dali."

“Hahaha——” The Great Khan laughed and shook his head, saying, “You are still too naive. The battle has just ended. If you show cowardice in front of the Dali Dynasty now, it will only make the Dali people more arrogant! What this Khan means is... to tighten your belt and survive this winter.”

Wu Yanhe lowered his eyes and thought deeply...

"Hmph, I'm afraid someone doesn't want to keep quiet. Don't you think so, ninth brother?" Gu Azhen took the opportunity to interrupt.

The latter slowly raised his eyes, fixed his gaze on his face, and said calmly, "When did the Third Prince come?"

"you!"

Wu Yanhe said sternly, "Father Khan, I just feel that the tribes in Luanzhou have been restless recently. If the big tent saves money, it may weaken the strength of the big tent."

The Great Khan waved his hand and said, "It's settled. With the left and right protectors here, those small tribes won't be able to cause any trouble. But you've been away for so long, I'm afraid you've forgotten your tent, right? Hmm?"

Gu Azhen echoed, "That's right, Wu Yanhe, the battle is over, why haven't you come back yet?"

Wu Yanhe ignored Gu Azhen, as if he didn't hear what he said, and said, "Father Khan, I have been investigating the movements of the Dali Dynasty. I am sure that the Dali Dynasty has been in turmoil for a long time. With the death of Ning and Ji, I am afraid that the Western Frontier Army is in disarray and there is nothing to be afraid of..."

The Great Khan nodded and couldn't help coughing twice.

"Father, you are not feeling well, you should rest more..."

"Don't worry, your father Khan still wants to see the day when our Luanzhou tribe unifies the grassland."

...

After chatting for a few words, he came out of the big tent unharmed. The whistling cold wind blew towards the boy's face without any concern, lifting the slightly curled hair ends.

The cries of cattle and sheep mixed together. Not far away, someone whipped a group of slaves. The slaves had very few clothes on their bodies. Their thin bodies had turned blue from the cold in winter. They were also dirty from head to toe. These low-class slaves could only tend cattle and sheep on the grassland and sleep with these animals all day.

The leader was wearing a tall hat and holding a horse whip, walking towards him, "Right Protector."

"explain."

The man turned around and pointed at the slaves who were shivering with cold, and said, "These slaves are given to you by the Great Khan. The Great Khan also said that if you don't want them, I will feed them to the wolves."

Suddenly, an exceptionally long wolf howl was heard on the empty grassland.