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

Wu Yanhe drew out his long sword with a "clang", and the guards around him consciously formed a protective circle to confront the crazy soldiers who surrounded them in an instant.

"Ana Zheng, what do you mean? I heard the tragic news of the Great Khan's sudden death last night, and I rode here at full speed." Wu Yanhe was riding on his horse, looking at the fierce soldiers outside the guards. He felt unfamiliar with them. These people were not the Great Khan's men, but his, Ana Zheng's men! Now the entire Khan's camp is probably controlled by Ana Zheng.

The left protector Anazheng's thick eyebrows twisted slightly, and a rough laugh burst out from his throat proudly, "You kid, you are talking nonsense! It was you who led the troops to raid the Khan's tent in the middle of the night. The Khan's personal guards saw it clearly. Now you dare to quibble. The Khan died at the hands of Wu Yanhe. Come on, kill Wu Yanhe for me! Avenge the Khan!"

The long sword with a cold glow passed by in front of him with a "swish". Wu Yanhe leaned back subconsciously, and even the horse was startled. The clanging sound of swords and knives instantly filled his ears.

All Anazheng needed was an excuse, an excuse to kill him openly.

Ning Rongzhang was the last person to arrive outside the Khan's tent. He observed the movements closely but did not take any action.

"Your Highness, there is chaos inside. It looks like another fierce battle is about to begin."

In the cold winter, the breath at the border turns into frost, and it is so cold that people feel like their eyes can't move. "Where are the spies? What's the situation around? It seems that the Left Protector is going to rebel. Tell our people to surround them from behind. Be sure to act carefully."

Wu Yanhe's reinforcements arrived soon. Ning Rongzhang, wearing a silver-white mask, mixed in with them. Ji Yuanzheng led another team of people and quietly sneaked to the back of the tent.

The king's tent was in complete chaos, with the sounds of screaming swords and knives ringing in the ears. The women and children living in the king's tent all hid in their tents and dared not come out.

There was a fierce battle going on in front. Ji Yuan was knocking down two guards and slipping in from the back. The king's tent of Luanzhou tribe was very large, and one could easily get lost inside if one was not careful. The tents were next to each other, and there was no king's tent anywhere in sight.

Just when he was at a loss and couldn't find the direction, Ji Yuanzheng caught a glimpse of a woman huddled in the cowshed. She was dressed in tattered clothes, had yellow fingers, and her face was so dirty that her features could not be seen clearly.

"Hey, where is the king's tent?"

The woman looked up in a state of panic, her eyes darting around, obviously she was a little out of her mind. Ji Yuan was frowning, thinking that he would not get an answer, and was about to leave when the insane woman behind him suddenly called out to him, "Wait!"

She wrapped her clothes tightly around her body, which could only be called strips of cloth, and crawled forward, looking at him in horror through the cattle fence. Ji Yuan was covered with a mask on her front, but looking at the whites of her eyes, she felt as if she could capture her soul. She looked directly at the arrow box on his back, where each long arrow was engraved with a different pattern. "You are... a Dali person, right?"

"How do you know..."

As soon as she spoke, her voice sounded like an old woman, but her figure was not hunched to that extent. Before Ji Yuanzheng could answer, she stretched out her arms and pointed him in a direction with disheveled hair, "There, the king's tent... is right there."

Ji Yuanzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the person crawling over again. Without delaying any longer, he carefully moved in the direction the woman pointed.

Carefully avoiding the guards' sight, until more and more guards came on guard and it looked like the king's tent was just ahead.

With a bow in hand, he made countless fine arrow feathers from the iron ore shipped from Zhenzhou. He killed several people silently, and the guards behind him cooperated with each other. There were only a few soldiers around the king's tent, and most of Anazheng's people were restrained by Wu Yanhe and Ning Rongzhang. Ji Yuanzheng took the opportunity to sneak into the big tent.

"Ugh! Uh-huh!"

Aguma, who was tied to a pillar, was struggling. Ji Yuan was taking off the scarf covering his mouth and whispered, "Who are you?"

The specially made scimitar dagger was placed on Aguzhen's neck. With just a little force, the sharp dagger would cut off his neck vein. By then, even gods would be powerless to save him.

"I am the Third Prince! Who do you belong to? As long as you rescue me, I will give you a generous reward!"

Ji Yuan was retracting his dagger, as if he didn't hear his words, and then he reached into the king's tent. The Great Khan must be there.

Aguzhen kept struggling. Seeing that the man didn't want to pay attention to him, he immediately got angry, "Who are you? Are you my ninth brother's man? I tell you, I am the third prince, and now I order you to rescue me!"

"Shut up! You don't want to attract the Left Protector..." Ji Yuanzheng lowered his voice and approached him, "Where is the Great Khan?"

Aguzhen shook his head, "Last night, I heard the news that my father Khan had died suddenly, so I rushed to the camp, but was ambushed and all the people I brought with me were killed."

Dali's words were not very good, but he could barely make the sequence coherent. It seemed that the left protector had set a trap and detained everyone who came to the big tent.

He gave him a look that said "you are so stupid" and was about to get up and leave when he heard a voice in Luanzhou dialect that he couldn't understand from outside the tent. Ji Yuan was frowning and stuffed the scarf back into Aguzhen's mouth, signaling him to be quiet, and then he hid behind the red lacquered pillar.

"Search separately!"

The two men held the scimitars at their waists and drew them out in an instant, without even looking at Aguzhen, who was still honest and stared at them with wide eyes. After searching the entire tent, the two guards gathered together and said, "No." Then they left.

With a sigh of relief, Ji Yuan was secretly noting the places the two men had searched. He lifted the curtain of the side room and saw a person lying on the bed, a bowl of black medicine on the table next to him, a dagger stuck in his chest, blood splattered everywhere, and his eyes were wide open with unwillingness.

The clothes he was wearing were quite gorgeous. Ji Yuan looked at him carefully and thought he looked like the Khan of Luanzhou tribe. It was a pity that someone had killed him first.

He reached out and took off the red jade ornament on his waist and put it in his arms. Ji Yuan just came out hurriedly, cut the thick hemp rope on Aguzhen's body in a few strokes, and took him away.

There was a fierce battle going on ahead. The left protector Ana Zheng stroked his beard and looked at Wu Yanhe who was struggling to resist and was surrounded by his own people. He shouted, "Wu Yanhe, you have come to this day?!"

The smell of blood filled the air, and the hot blood splashed from the flesh onto the face, burning the skin and making it tremble. He wiped the blood off his face casually with his fingers.