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

The snow on the grassland fell for a long time, and Ji Mengshu stood in front of the door for a long time.

The little slave assigned to serve her could only speak Luanzhou dialect and could only pull her sleeves and point inside.

It's too cold outside, and her delicate body can't bear it.

When Ji Yuanzheng came over, he saw her sitting in front of the table without saying a word, and the food on the table was untouched. "Brother, what's going on with Princess Wuhua?"

"It's a long story."

She clutched the coral buttons on her sleeves, her body as cold as if she had fallen into an icy lake. "Let me make it short."

The little slave who was stirring the charcoal fire did not understand what they said, but from the tone of their conversation, he felt it was very abrupt and anxious.

"When the late emperor was alive, Luanzhou was strong. The Dali Dynasty fought against the Luanzhou tribe several times but failed to gain any benefits. Later, in order to ensure long-term peace and stability on the border, the late emperor sent countless food, grass, cloth and treasures to the Luanzhou tribe, and even married Emperor Taizu's most cherished daughter to them."

"But this only encouraged the arrogance of the Luanzhou tribe. Not long after Princess Wuhua came to marry, news came that she had died suddenly. Then the Luanzhou tribe tore up the contract and continued to fight against the Dali Dynasty."

Ji Mengshu looked up in surprise, "So she's not dead at all, right?"

"She is just a reason for the Luanzhou tribe to start a war." Perhaps Princess Wuhua survived because of her strength, but she didn't know that in everyone's heart, she has become a statue embracing the bright moonlight.

The little slave fiddled with the charcoal fire clumsily, but his mind was keenly aware of the stagnant silence between them.

Wu Yanhe had just suppressed Anazheng who wanted to rebel and dealt with various matters left by the former Khan. The other Luanzhou elders gathered in the king's tent. Looking at the red edict on the table, "Since this is the will of the former Khan, we will naturally obey."

The red jade token was placed silently on the table, and it should not have noticed that it had changed hands. Wu Yanhe sat behind the table and did not speak for a long time.

"Now is a turbulent time. The protector should ascend to the throne of Khan as soon as possible to appease the rest of the tribes. Otherwise, something bad might happen over time." The elder advised earnestly.

Wu Yanhe naturally knew what the consequences of acting willfully would be. But when the red jade token and the imperial edict of succession were placed in front of him, he was calm and confused, but he didn't know what the meaning of the confusion was.

But no matter what the final outcome will be, he has no choice.

"This guardian knows."

When you step out of the royal tent, you can see a field of bright white snow, which completely drowns out the riot of the Luanzhou tribe a few days ago.

The news of the Khan's sudden death spread quickly, and other tribes on the grassland were mobilized, and some even intended to provoke a war to change the situation on the grassland. However, all of them were suppressed by Wu Yanhe with thunderous hands.

The Third Prince Gu Azhen was placed under house arrest in his own tent. All his guards were replaced and his every move was under the supervision of Wu Yanhe.

"Why? I am the only descendant of the Khan! Wu Yanhe is just a bastard, how can he inherit the Khan's throne?! I want to see him! Someone! Someone!"

Angry curses in Luanzhou dialect could be heard from time to time in the tent, mixed with obscenities that were unbearable to the ears.

The servants around seemed not to hear anything and were only busy with their own work. They also understood that if Wu Yanhe could not bear to see his nominal brother, he might let him go, but if Wu Yanhe wanted to wipe out the roots, the three kings would definitely become victims.

"Miss Ji."

Wu Yanhe spoke the Dali dialect very well and even looked like a Dali person.

Hearing someone calling her, Ji Mengshu turned her head and said, "Princess Wuhua's matter...is the responsibility of our Luanzhou Department. If Princess Wuhua wants to return to Kyoto, I can also send someone to escort her..."

In the severe winter cold, the girl's eyes turned to him. Although her face still looked like a teenager, her words were calm and steady.

"Thank you very much." The two stood together, no one spoke for a while, quietly looking at the falling snow in front of them. In the previous life, he came as an envoy of Luanzhou to sign a friendly agreement with the Dali Dynasty. She met him in the palace, but he did not tell her his name and identity, but from the conversation, she could guess about 70% of it.

Whether in the past life or this life, he is the king of the grassland.

With such a wise ruler welcoming the grassland, Ji Mengshu believed that the Luanzhou tribe and the Dali Dynasty would one day be friends again.

Wu Yanhe tilted his head and looked down at her beautiful face, and said, "Have I...have I seen you before?"

This time it was Ji Mengshu's turn to be surprised, "Why do you ask that?"

"I just feel like there's some kind of innate familiarity between you and me."

She nodded, but naturally didn't tell her that she was living again with the memories of her past life. In the previous life, they met and got to know each other by chance and knew each other for a while by chance.

"Maybe I have seen it before."

Ji Mengshu stretched out her hand to indicate the bright sun in the sky. The morning light shone through the mist. Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist and then pressed it down.

My slightly cold wrist felt a touch of warmth. I tilted my head and looked, "Your Majesty?"

Ning Rongzhang's lips curled slightly, and somehow there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, "It's cold outside, don't come out." As he said that, he pushed the man into the tent behind him.

"Hey--"

The two men stood together, the air was horribly silent, "I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for the Dharma Protector to inherit the Khan's position. We will leave soon."

Wu Yanhe raised his eyebrows slightly, "Could it be that you feel that you can't keep the beauty's heart?"

With a slight curve on his thin lips and a mocking look in his eyes, Ning Rongzhang said, "The situation is serious. It's very cold in Luanzhou. We won't accompany the Dharma Protector to celebrate the New Year."

Wu Yanhe lowered his eyes, "Whatever."

The turmoil came very quickly, and the Luanzhou tribe was instigated to some extent. People from all walks of life were criticizing Wu Yanhe for his unjustifiable position as Khan.

The ceremony of succession to the Khan's throne had to be suspended. Wu Yanhe was not in a hurry, but gathered several elderly elders together to discuss countermeasures.

"Oh my..." An elder said bitterly, "What should I do?"

The news had long been spread among the Luanzhou tribe. It was no longer a secret that Wu Yanhe was not the Khan's biological son. However, only one or two old men in the king's tent knew about his origins.

Wu Yanhe's biological mother was from the Luanzhou tribe, but his father was a Dali merchant. Later, due to various reasons, his mother left his father when she was pregnant with him, gave birth to him alone, and abandoned him. Therefore, he never knew what his own flesh and blood relatives looked like.