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

The silver-white armor was covered in blood. Wu Yanhe's hawk-like eyes suddenly fixed on Anazheng. He then kicked towards the horse's back and stabbed Anazheng with the spear in his hand.

"Keng——"

The spear was caught by two scimitars. Anazheng laughed wildly, "Wu Yanhe, if you know what's best for you, you should kneel down and beg for mercy, and respectfully serve me as the next Great Khan. Otherwise, this will be your burial place today!"

"You're dreaming!" The spear suddenly exerted force and slashed towards Anazheng's abdomen. The silk was cut by the sharp blade, and then the man was pushed back suddenly.

After an unknown amount of time, Ah San arrived. Ning Rongzhang turned around and shouted, "Retreat!"

The two armies quickly separated themselves from each other. A group of people behind Asan immediately bent their bows and shot arrows. The arrow tails drew arcs in the air like rain, followed by the horrific sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Anazheng's eyes widened as he dealt with the arrows, saying, "Wu Yanhe, it seems you already have ambitions!"

He tilted his head to glance at Ning Rongzhang, and there was no fluctuation in Wu Yanhe's cold eyes. The latter's silver-white mask was slightly loose, and he saw Ji Yuanzheng who had tied people up.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. The sky was low and gloomy. Ning Rongzhang looked over and saw a girl in red riding a horse towards him.

"Whoa..." The horse raised its front hooves and then stomped heavily on the ground. Its face was as red as a frost-red apple. "Brother..."

The sky was gloomy and snowflakes were falling. Wu Yanhe seemed to have finally come to his senses. His dark eyes looked up at the sky and he let the snowflakes fall on his face. The outcome was already clear.

"Why are you here?" Ji Yuan was holding her hand, and sure enough, it was as cold as ice.

"I heard some noise last night and found out that you all left. I spent a long time asking questions before I got the information out. So I hurried over here..."

"Hey——" Aguzhen said from behind, "Can you guys untie me first before talking?"

Ji Yuanzheng rolled his eyes at him, took out the red jade ornament from his arms and handed it to Wu Yanhe.

The latter opened his eyes slightly, "Where are you from?"

Heavy snow fell on his body, hands, and the red jade token. Ji Yuanzheng nodded forward across the void and raised his chin slightly, "On a dead man in the king's tent."

That is the token of the Great Khan.

"Wu Yanhe! You little bastard! How dare you arrest me?!" Anazheng was brought over cursing, spewing sweet words, "I am the Khan's younger brother, and I should inherit the Khan's position!"

Wu Yanhe looked at the red jade token in his hand for a long time. The back of the token was engraved with an eagle and a wolf god. It was the symbol of the grassland. His father Khan said that he would live to see the moment when the grassland was unified.

"Report - Protector, the body of the Great Khan was found in the royal tent. There was also an encrypted document." He said as he presented the document with both hands.

Wu Yanhe took the document, which was stamped with red paint and was a secret of the grassland. Aguzhen broke free from the restraints of several people, and his bound body could only jump and move over. "It must be the edict of succession from my father Khan!"

Aguzhen looked expectantly, he was the only blood of his father Khan, and his father Khan had long been suspicious of Anazheng, so the position of Khan would definitely be passed on to him.

The silver-red scroll slowly unfolded. The moment Aguzhen saw the contents, his face turned pale as snow. "Impossible! My father is passing the throne to me! Wu Yanhe, you must have done something wrong!"

Ji Yuan was annoyed by his noise, so he tore off a piece of cloth from his body and stuffed it into his mouth, giving him a look that said "you are so stupid".

The heavy snow covered up the strong smell of blood, and the corpses in front of them were all covered by the snow.

Ji Mengshu held his outer robe tightly and thought to himself, there was a riot in the north in his previous life, but it was now being handled properly. As long as Wu Yanhe could succeed to the throne smoothly, the Luanzhou tribe might welcome a wise king.

The riot lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. The old woman in the cowshed stood up. In the ice and snow, the clothes on her body barely covered her thighs. It might not be accurate to call them clothes, because the hem had already been torn into many strips.

"The weather has changed..." The hoarse voice was like a rusty door, creaking and unpleasant. But the old woman's eyes were very bright. Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, the woman danced barefoot in the snow, and her stiff body could still vaguely show some lightness.

When others saw her, they all avoided her and just said she was a lunatic.

"Who is that?" When Ji Mengshu came in, he noticed the woman's dance with his sharp eyes. It was clearly the music and dance that was very popular in the previous dynasty.

Wu Yanhe spoke stiffly, "That was Princess Wuhua from the previous Dali Dynasty."

It was like a silver needle dropping on the ground. You could hear it. Ji Yuan was looking at the crazy woman playing with the snow in disbelief. "Isn't Princess Wuhua dead?"

Wu Yanhe said nothing and walked into the king's tent.

The previous dynasty of Dali was indeed not as strong as the Luanzhou tribe. The late emperor sent no idea how much silver, food, cloth, and women to the Luanzhou tribe, but it still could not bring peace to the border.

Her country had already abandoned her, but she still had to suffer alone in a foreign land for the sake of invisible and intangible justice, unable to die and dare not die, in order to finally become a princess praised by the people of the Dali Dynasty...

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西疆

Wei Zheng was sitting in the Jinxiu Inn enjoying his meals and drinks. The servant who went out to ask questions brought the steward of the Treasure Pavilion over with him.

"Oh, what wind brings you here?"

Wei Zheng bit a grape, put his legs on the pedals, and pointed casually, "Sit down, where is your prince?"

The housekeeper opened his mouth wide, "Isn't the prince... hasn't he come back yet?"

Wei Zheng leaned forward suddenly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled, "So, he is not dead?"

The housekeeper opened his mouth again and thought, Oh, so you didn't know...

"Where is your prince?" Wei Zheng asked casually while crossing his legs.

The official of the Treasure Pavilion was scratching the table, almost making a big hole in it, and he quickly knelt down and said, "My Lord, you know our prince's temper. How can we tell others about the things he said to keep secret?"

"That's right." Wei Zheng sighed, but still nodded in agreement, and changed the question, "Have you ever seen him with a pretty girl?"

"This..." The butler thought for a moment and said, "The prince has never had a girl around him all year round, but since the last time the prince came back secretly with injuries all over his body, not long after that, a girl came with the prince's dragon-patterned jade pendant. I was quite impressed by this."

"Oh——" Wei Zheng threw the grapes into his mouth. It seemed that Miss Ji had come to him before him.

Well, it’s already not easy for his body to make it to the Western Frontier, so he dare not to struggle any more.