Chapter 4, Blood-Stained Prairie

Why? "Xia Xin hoarsely called out.

Yang Wawa felt a heavy pain in her chest, as if she had been struck several times with great force. After searching around, she found no sign of Kuo Tian and the others, nor of Xia Xin, and pondered where they might be and what they had encountered. Furthermore, she wondered whether Yu Jiang would kill Baloo and Morton, and whether he would indiscriminately slaughter innocent villagers who were unarmed. She thought about turning back and leaving immediately, for if Yu Jiang discovered her, given the entanglement between them, whether she could easily escape again was a significant question.

A bloodied head rolled onto the ground

Extraordinarily intelligent and with a resounding presence! Yu Jiang could not help but admire inwardly, a flash of excitement briefly gleaming in his bright eyes before it vanished in an instant. His expression was somber, a half-smile playing on his lips, "What if I refuse?"

But upon seeing her gaze, sharp and piercing, sweeping across the entire venue, wherever it landed felt like an autumn wind sweeping through, bringing an oppressive chill. The cavalry could not help but feel a strong, biting cold rushing through them.

A cavalryman received a glance from the other two, swaggered over with an air of arrogance, and with a sly look said, "Oh! You little brat want a hero to save the beauty? I'll let you know the consequences of such heroics."

Balu was astonished, his eyes standing up in anger, his face filled with a fierce and menacing expression, charging forward like a mad dog, intent on killing Yang Wawa. Luosang and Lin Yong were taken aback, stepping forward to intercept Balu, and the three of them became entangled in a chaotic fight

Xia Xin's expression was as calm as water, her pupils vacant and seemingly devoid of life. She gently slapped her cheeks, "What is wrong with you? Wake up, Xia Xin!"

Yang Wawa watched helplessly as Xia Xin was assassinated, unable to move—his strength was too great, unfathomable. Although she prided herself on her martial arts skills and considerable strength, in the presence of this man from the grasslands, she was truly like a small sorcerer before a great one

Gradually, the crying ceased

The voice was mournful and sharp, as if it were piercing through the thick darkness of the night

Xia Xin looked at her in surprise, her watery eyes filled with admiration, "Brother Yang seems to understand a lot about our Xiongnu affairs"

Crimson blood splattered everywhere

Xia Xin's tearful and pitiful appearance made Yang feel inexplicably heartbroken, with a hint of apology in her brow. "No, I really like you, Xia Xin, but—" She grasped Xia Xin's left hand and guided it to her own chest, where, beneath the man's clothing, lay deeply hidden a pair of delicate breasts.

A piercing scream echoed from within the tent

She felt utterly helpless and ultimately chose to turn and leave. She stealthily returned to the tent where she lived, quickly packed her clothes, and remembered the large blue bag, which contained items from the 21st century: a set of lingerie, a silk nightgown, a pair of sky-blue denim shorts, a black strapless top, a white casual shirt, a set of cosmetics, a map of China, and a handgun with six bullets. The bag contained items from the 21st century: a set of lingerie, a silk nightgown, a pair of sky-blue denim shorts, a black strapless top, a white casual shirt, a set of cosmetics, a map of China, and a handgun with six bullets

The three cavalrymen halted abruptly upon hearing the explosive and stern reprimand; turning their heads, they saw a frail little fellow with a scornful expression on his face, clearly disdainful.

She gave Xia Xin a calming glance, mounted the horse leisurely, and sat behind Xia Xin. She furrowed her brows, deep in thought: with twelve elite soldiers, it seems there is no chance of victory in a fierce battle. Is it predetermined that there is no way to escape?

Helplessly, Yang Wawa sighed. She was very puzzled; the four men from Kuo Tian were all handsome, so why did Xia Xin fall for the frailest one, herself? A woman from the grasslands should prefer a robust, heroic man, yet here she was, looking as delicate as a woman (which she indeed was), and somehow still managed to attract a beautiful girl. How absurd! However, Xia Xin's feelings were understandable. Suddenly, an unfamiliar man, different from those she usually encountered, appeared in her life. The novelty combined with youthful emotions blossomed into feelings. A woman from the grasslands should prefer a robust, heroic man, yet here she was, looking as delicate as a woman (which she indeed was), and somehow still managed to attract a beautiful girl. How absurd! However, Xia Xin's feelings were understandable. Suddenly, an unfamiliar man, different from those she usually encountered, appeared in her life. The novelty combined with youthful emotions blossomed into feelings. Let her be for a while, to think things over; once her emotions settle down a bit, then we can have a proper talk.

Xia Xin quickly turned and dismounted, running frantically towards Old Morton. All eyes were focused on her, calm, compassionate, sorrowful, indifferent; yet she paid no attention, her mind consumed by a single thought: Father is dead! Father is dead! Father is dead!

She stepped forward, her face full of concern, "Xia Xin?"

The cavalry, armed with bows and knives, exudes a majestic and valiant presence; at the forefront is a man on horseback, gazing down upon the crowd with an air of superiority that commands respect. In front of him kneels a row of captives arranged in two lines—the leaders of the Gas tribe: the first line consists of the chief Baloo of the Gas tribe along with his three wives and the chief's children; the second line includes the elder Morton, with the rest likely being other significant figures from the Gas tribe.

He walked over, how could he be completely unaware? She felt a bit annoyed, annoyed at her own carelessness, annoyed that he was embracing her in front of so many people, annoyed—she struggled, trying hard to break free from the grip of his arms. With her back to him, feeling anxious and irritable, she shouted, "Let go of me!"

However, the princess in peculiar attire is not the Snow Princess, but Yang Wawa

A heavily bearded man with a dark face pointed at them and gritted his teeth, saying, "Brother Jonah, it was this little brat who killed our three brothers"

A cavalryman raised his razor-sharp curved sword high, as the cold wind howled, and the long hair of the old man Morton flew wildly in the breeze; he gazed ahead, his aged eyes showing not a trace of fear, and on his face, marked by deep creases, there was a calmness that prevailed.

The burly man with a dark face raised his curved knife and shouted, "There is no need to waste so many words with him, just chop this kid down. As for this little girl, she looks quite good, let the brothers have some fun!"

The youngest priestess of Baloo staggered out, tightly gripping a bronze short dagger in her right hand. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes were torn, and her front was open, with two snow-white breasts trembling beneath. A few drops of bright red blood rolled down her chest, forming vivid streaks of crimson, a sight that was shocking. Her face, hands, and clothes were smeared with fresh blood, her gaze was vacant, her expression foolish, and her demeanor was truly terrifying

Her expression unconsciously turned stern as she exclaimed, "How are you going to save them? You can't even protect yourself; going there would be tantamount to sending yourself to death for nothing!"

Suddenly, she caught sight of Baloo wielding a curved knife, and her heart trembled. In that instant, one thought consumed her mind: Yujiang must not die, must not die! If he dies, the casualties among the two tribes will be even greater. Instinctively, she quickly drew a pistol from her clothing and shouted loudly, "No, Baloo, stop!"

I am sorry, Xia Xin, I did not intend to conceal it—" she struggled to explain, yet did not know where to begin, clumsy in defending herself

Brother Yang, Brother Yang!" A clear and cheerful call came from outside the tent

Good! This kid has such delicate skin and tender flesh, he looks just like a girl, hahaha!" Jonah laughed heartily, the meaning of mockery was unmistakable

Picking up their bags and burdens, the two of them walked out of the felt tent together. Xia Xin mounted her horse, and Yang Wawa grasped the reins, just about to mount when suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves approached rapidly. She turned her head to take a look; before she could clearly see who was coming, three riders had already swept past, their sharp neighs echoing one after another. In a swift motion, a group of people formed a circle, flames shooting into the sky, their eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.

She forcefully pulled her hand away, turned around, and ran wildly, leaping onto the horse and galloping away in a cloud of dust... A streak of water red gradually receded, drifting amidst the vast blue sky, white clouds, and grassy fields

Yang Wawa captured his fearful gaze, speaking sharply, "Tell them to stop, quickly!"

Jonah shot a glance, stopping the reckless nature of the black-faced man. The black-faced man was furious, yet helpless, only staring fiercely at Yang Wawa, wishing he could shoot an arrow through her head.

Jonah drove the horse forward, his face dark and respectful, "Chief, this little brat has killed three of our brothers! He is extremely arrogant and even said that only the chief is qualified to speak to him"

Although she feels reluctant and uneasy, and will have a guilty conscience in the future, can she, relying solely on her own strength, save Elder Morton or even rescue the Gas tribe from their fate of being slaughtered? Moreover, the disputes and conflicts between the two tribes cannot be resolved merely by the words of one person

As Yang Wawa looked around, the Gas tribe members scattered in all directions, the scene of slaughter and fighting was utterly chaotic, every man of the steppe was blinded by rage, their eyes filled only with killing, only with blood, only with the enemy's weapons, ... only with the enemy's heads ... . ... Two cavalrymen continued to restrain Xia Xin, without the chieftain's orders, they did not dare to take matters into their own hands

A cold and resolute voice echoed in her ears; she trembled all over, fully aware of his anger towards her escape. Tonight, he would certainly not give her a chance to flee... Calming herself, she scoffed, "No one can stop me, including you"

Suddenly, Yu Jiang pulled the reins, turned the horse around, and shouted, "Brothers, leave all of them alive."

One must agree even if one does not want to

Xia Xinding stared straight at her, her eyes sparkling and moist, seemingly on the verge of tears. "He is the chief of the Jiyi tribe, but I do not like him, I do not want to marry him"

Chieftain! The five thousand iron cavalry of Yujing called out loudly, galloping forward, their formation imposing and filled with a chilling aura of death

A sudden, imposing roar erupted, and immediately, Baloo appeared before them without a trace of awareness. Yu Jiang tightened his jaw, and the muscles on his face twitched: it was an enormous blunder to give Baloo an opportunity; it was absolutely a significant miscalculation

This beautiful green lake, which we call Jiuhu. The tone of Xia Xin is no longer cute and playful, but seems to be filled with deep emotion

Yujing looked at her sternly and issued a chilling command, "Come here!"

Xia Xin lay on the blanket, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her gaze vacant, and her expression one of sheer terror, appearing somewhat dazed. Her fair and slender legs were exposed, marked with bruises and claw marks; her clothing was already undone at the front, revealing her delicate shoulders, prominent bosom, exquisite skin, and a fragrant scent

Xia Xin sighed in frustration, her eyelashes fluttering anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes. "What should I do, Brother Yang? What should I do? I don't want Father to die!"

The battle commenced. Two cavalry units engaged in a chaotic melee, fighting fiercely with weapons, thrusting spears, and flying arrows. The glint of blades flashed ominously, iron steeds neighed loudly, and blood splattered across the grasslands. In an instant, the clashing sounds of swords and arrows erupted, resonating in the dark night sky over the plains; soon after, the cries of the wounded rose and fell like a haunting chorus. Upon hearing this, Yang Wawa felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if her nerves were about to shatter.

Indeed, the Xiongnu practiced exogamy. Yang Wawa certainly knew about the exogamous system of the Xiongnu, but was it really the case that the rule of exogamy was established because of the romantic relationship between siblings? In the Xiongnu, a son could inherit his stepmother, and brothers could marry their sisters-in-law, which was not considered immoral. However, it is truly peculiar that the children of clan tribes must marry outside their own ethnicity.

Yujing's chin twitched faintly, filled with rage, yet he could only suppress his anger. Beside him, Jonah could clearly sense the chief's seething fury and felt very puzzled: this young man had an extraordinary demeanor and seemed quite remarkable, yet he was not afraid of the chief and did not regard him with any respect. Who was he? What was his relationship with the chief?

If you are afraid, you would not be here! She curled her lips into a cold smile, her gaze shifting, exuding a hint of resolute fierceness.

In a state of despair, she lay on the ground, crawling forward inch by inch towards the only relative she had, who was close yet had already departed from this world.

Looking at his sinister face that concealed a knife behind a smile, Yang Wawa understood his threatening abilities. With a cold expression, she disdainfully replied, "What do you want to do? Why do you need to ask me?"

According to Kuo Tian, Elder Morton is a close friend of Lord Qu, and at the moment of escaping the palace, he sent six loyal and brave men from his residence to vow to protect Princess Shenxue and escort her to the Gas tribe on the grasslands, asking his old friend Morton to take care of her

With a heavy heart, Yang Wawa persevered, walking step by step. In the distance, she saw the clearing in front of the tribal council tent, densely packed with people: the high-spirited armored cavalry, the confused and intimidated onlookers, and the captives forced to kneel... As night fell, the blazing torches illuminated the night sky of the grassland, revealing the vivid expressions of everyone, showcasing the heroic spirit and regal demeanor of the victors, and highlighting the defiance and frustration of the defeated.

Although she felt the youthful emotions of summer, hearing her speak it out loud still took Yang Wawa by surprise. In that moment, she did not know how to respond, standing there in a daze, her eyes devoid of any sparkle

Six or seven robust cavalrymen jumped off their horses, marching forward with a clatter, pulling the expressionless Yanshi towards the felt tent. The Yanshi stumbled, their steps disordered, struggling and desperately trying to break free from the cavalrymen's grasp and control, yet they remained powerless. Baloo stared fiercely and resentfully with wide eyes at the lofty Yujing. After a while, his face turned ashen, his brows tightly knitted, and he heavily lowered his head. Suddenly, he slammed his right hand down hard on the ground.

"Father has been captured? I must go rescue him!" Xia Xin lowered her head and saw her flushed cheeks. She immediately took off her torn clothes and quickly put on a silk shirt she grabbed from the bed

The eyes of the burly man instantly filled with blood, and he roared, "What do you mean? Are you saying that we cannot defeat you?"

Yang Wawa grasped her wrist and said anxiously, "Don't go, you cannot go now!"

The four of them went out with my father to race horses. Let's wait for their return before looking for them! Come on, I want to take you to a very beautiful place that Brother Yang will definitely like, let's go!" Xia Xinrou said sweetly, pulling her along and leading two white horses.

The delicate fragrance emanating from her enveloped his senses, causing a sudden tightening in his abdomen. This woman, regardless of time or place, always stirred within him a tumultuous excitement and a surging restlessness. However, he did not like this, or rather, he was unaccustomed to such a strange dual shock to both body and soul; for he would find himself unable to control his impulses, as he was used to having everything within his grasp

Upon seeing their companion's head fall to the ground, the two cavalrymen stared in shock, their eyes wide open. They quickly signaled to each other, drew their curved sabers, and approached, leading to an intense battle. Yang Wawa aimed for a swift resolution, delivering lethal strikes with every move, targeting only the vital points while defending. Although the two cavalrymen were somewhat clumsy in their movements and techniques, their strength was immense, and it would still take some time to eliminate the two.

I will cut you down first!" Baloo, in a fit of rage, swung his curved blade, the light of the knife gleaming as it sliced through the air like lightning

I want to kill you!" Xia Xin screamed sadly

Even when transported to the Warring States period, upon seeing the handgun, she was still drenched in cold sweat. What exactly is Manager Zhang's intention? Is he harming her or helping her? Helping her? What can a handgun possibly do to help? Does he know that someone is plotting to murder her? If so, who exactly is trying to kill her?

The King of Yan refused to listen and insisted on attacking Zhao. Thus, he dispatched troops in two directions, with 2,000 chariots and a total of 600,000 men to assault Zhao. Li Fu led a contingent of 400,000 troops to attack Hao, while Qing Qin commanded a force of 200,000 to assault Dai, with the King of Yan personally leading the rear troops in support. The Yan army advanced to Songzi, where Zhao general Lian Po confronted them with 80,000 troops, achieving a great victory over the Yan forces, killing Li Fu in the process, and pursuing them for 500 miles. Meanwhile, Le Cheng also led an army of 50,000 to defeat Qing Qin in Dai, capturing Qing Qin. The Yan army advanced to Songzi, where Zhao general Lian Po confronted them with 80,000 troops, achieving a great victory over the Yan forces, killing Li Fu in the process, and pursuing them for 500 miles. Meanwhile, Le Cheng also led an army of 50,000 to defeat Qing Qin in Dai, capturing Qing Qin. The King of Yan was pleased for five years, and Lian Po led the Zhao army to besiege the Yan capital.

Suddenly, she lifted her head, her cheeks flushed, as if she had mustered her courage with determination. Her expression was radiant, and her gaze had become much more resolute. "The person I like is you, Brother Yang!"

Yang Wawa was astonished by Yu Jiang's innate commanding presence, his modulated tone, and his deep, resonant voice, which echoed amidst the tumultuous night winds raging across the grasslands, reverberating in the vast night sky, strikingly powerful

Yang Wawa felt a tightness in her heart, sensing that Xia Xin was about to pose a serious question, "Do you... like another man?"

"Brother Yang," Xia Xinqian furrowed her brows, her gaze deep and profound, revealing a hint of hesitation, "I—I am getting married!"

Yang Wawa faced the five thousand iron cavalry, her cheeks taut, and her cold expression instantly turned ominous. With her delicate fingers pointing towards Yujiang, she sharply declared, "If you dare to make a move, he will be the first to become a soul under the blade"

Princess Shenyue had just turned eighteen. Upon hearing the news, she was devastated and did not wish to comply with her elder brother's arrangements. Helpless and unable to escape, she found solace in the fact that the doctor, Lord Qu, opposed sending Princess Shenyue to King Zhao. He secretly devised a plan to help the princess escape from the palace, flee from the capital, and head north

Get away, help! Let go of me, don't touch me, help!

The two women were so intimate that Yang Wawa felt somewhat uncomfortable. Moreover, Xia Xin treated her as if she were a man, which seemed to carry a hint of youthful infatuation. If this were to develop further, wouldn't it be quite problematic? She subtly brushed off her hand, saying, "Not now, I have some matters to discuss with Kuo Tian and the others"

Yang Wawa furrowed her brows, instinctively raised her pistol, and pressed it against his chest. With a glance, she signaled Kuo Tian and Ye Tianming to assist in subduing Baloo. She glared at him solemnly and spoke in a harsh, cold voice, "If you don't want to die, don't move"

The woman on the felt bed was shaking her head violently, flailing her arms and legs, struggling for her life. Three fierce cavalrymen, with lewd grins and coarse expressions, were tearing at her clothes, grabbing her hands and feet, and striking her cheeks harshly, "Be quiet, or else—"

Yu Jiang was exceptionally powerful, with immense strength, first-rate archery and horsemanship, and highly skilled martial arts. His movements were swift, and his techniques were fierce and ruthless. He easily dealt with Kuo Tian and Ye Tianming with bare hands. In no time, he had knocked down two people and swiftly moved to Yang Wawa's side, gripping her shoulder tightly with a large hand, his probing gaze fixed on the strange object in her right hand. He was puzzled; how could that loud noise just now have caused Baloo's wrist to bleed profusely? Where did that tremendous sound come from?

At the thought of this, his heart was torn apart like ice shavings, aching as if a silver knife were cutting into it, the chill of ice and the sting of fire intertwined and tearing at one another, causing a pain that pierced to the core

Yu Jiang knelt on the ground and let out a cold snort, "State your conditions!"

Jonah stared at her incredulously, his tone laced with sarcasm, "Am I not qualified either? Then, who is qualified to speak with you?"

Baloo noticed that the two cavalrymen beside him were somewhat lax. Seizing the opportunity, he swiftly broke free from the restraint of the two cavalrymen. Before the enemy could react, he dashed at lightning speed to Yujing's side, subdued the enemy, and instantly turned the tide of the situation

A sharp and piercing scream suddenly erupted, and tears streamed down Xia Xin's face once again, her expression contorted in a conflicting struggle between accepting the truth and the inability to accept it, her brows and eyes twisted into a distorted shape

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Yu Jiang, without flinching or avoiding, allowed him to strike again and again with force. With a cold expression, dark and grim like a vengeful spirit, he glared at Yang Wawa, shooting forth a sharp gaze that seemed as if it could pierce through her chest.

All the cavalry halted, astonished by her unyielding authority. Only her chilling words could be heard: "If you dare to make a move, I assure you, your lives will end just like mine, by tonight!"

What an imposing and authoritative tone! All the cavalry stood still, frozen in place—they were accustomed to the chief's majesty and coldness, but did not expect to encounter such a forceful and intimidating young man, equally as commanding as the chief. For a moment, they were filled with fear and uncertainty, only able to look to the chief and await his instructions

She let out a deep sigh. How frustrating it is, with so many problems, none of which can be resolved, the more she thinks about it, the more troubled she becomes

Yu Jiang looked at the Yang doll in his arms, smiling darkly and playfully, "What do you think I should do with her? Should I gift her to my brothers, or should I behead her and send her to the heavens to accompany her father?"

"Father—" Xia Xin cried out in a sharp voice, her piercing and sorrowful tone echoing through the night sky

Yang Wawa knew that the girl who was calling out was Morton the Elder's daughter, Xia Xin. Xia Xin was innocent and graceful, a walking flower of the Gas tribe, in the prime of her youth—seventeen years old.

Her heart was twisted and struggling, clearly knowing that she should go and take a look, to rescue, but now was a critical moment, with everything hanging by a thread; if she delayed, she would not be able to leave. Helplessly, her heart was far from being that cold and hard, and it was impossible for her to stand by and watch someone die. With a heavy sigh, she shook her hair and picked up a curved dagger from the ground, then walked into the felt tent

It’s alright, it’s alright, don’t cry, ah! Yang Wa wa embraced her, gently patting her heaving back, offering tender comfort

Yang Wawa stepped back two paces, the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Observing his proud demeanor, she admired his composure and discernment in her heart. Thus, she spoke sternly, "First, give the order for your cavalry to retreat fifty miles, leaving only six cavalrymen. Second, spare all members of the Gas tribe. As for what happens after tonight, I have no say in it"

The warm breath lingered beside her face, the rich body heat continuously transmitted, the aura emanating from him enveloped all her senses. Such intimate contact made Yang Wawa's heart race, her face was adorned with a blush, and the blood throughout her body began to boil. She couldn't help but feel both shy and angry, growing increasingly restless, "Are you going to let go or not?"

The biting cold evening breeze swept through his flowing long hair, while a shadowy and fierce gaze shot towards Baloo, whose head was held high, exuding an unparalleled and innate arrogance from his elevated position

Suddenly, the winds howled fiercely across the grassland, becoming more rampant and more brutal. Yujiang looked up to the sky and let out a long, mournful howl, the sound high-pitched and sorrowful, lingering for a long time. "Brothers, the people of the Gas tribe must all die! Shoot the arrows!"

Upon seeing his devilish and terrifying expression, her heart sank, and in a moment of distraction, she was suddenly seized by her wrist, the handgun already taken from her. Immediately after, he evaded her attack, lowered his body, and swiftly tackled her, capturing her in his embrace; he placed her horizontally on the saddle of the steed, leaped up himself, pulled the reins, and like a whirlwind, swept across the blood-soaked battlefield, passing by the cavalry still engaged in combat.

Yang Wawa cast a disdainful glance at him, ignoring him, jumped off the horse, and walked directly towards Xia Xin. Upon seeing several bloodied heads on the ground, with blood flowing everywhere, it was a horrifying sight. A wave of nausea surged in her stomach, and she nearly vomited

Do you think you can slip away quietly again? I tell you, there will be no second time, absolutely none!

Xia Xin hesitated for a moment, and finally, gritting her teeth, she looked at her with determination in her eyes, "Alright, I will go with you!"

A group of cavalry surged forward, forming a circle. The silver blades, under the night sky and amidst the flames, emitted a chilling glow that dazzled the eyes. At this moment, the atmosphere was filled with murderous intent, and the situation was critical. Yang Wawa felt as if there were thorns in her back, yet her heart was exceptionally resolute. With a stern expression, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and with a sweeping glance, she commanded, "All of you, get lost!"

Stop! She threw her bag and bundle on the ground

The King of Yan was anxious and sent envoys to negotiate peace. However, the King of Zhao did not agree. Nevertheless, he mentioned that he had heard of Princess Shenxue's skin being whiter than snow, her jade-like complexion and exquisite beauty, and that having her by his side would be a great joy in life. The King of Yan was overjoyed and immediately prepared to send his half-sister to the King of Zhao.

Ah—help! Don't touch me, ah—get away, don't touch me! Please, I beg you, spare me!

He knew that her anger had reached its peak, and he couldn't help but let out a low, deep laugh from his chest. Suddenly, he caught sight of Xia Xin charging towards him frantically, her right hand gripping a delicate silver knife, her face flashing with a fierce light, her expression horrifyingly desperate

She stepped out of the felt tent and saw a slender young girl with a flushed face. "Xia Xin, is there something the matter?"

Jonah was stunned with fear, his mouth agape in astonishment, turning his head in disbelief to look at Yang Wawa; coincidentally, she cast a radiant glance at him, as if to say: How is it? I wasn't lying to you, was I?

She desperately tried to escape from the man she never wanted to encounter again

Yujing's face was cold and grim, resembling that of a demon, advancing step by step, "Do you want me dead?"

Hmph! You have the final say in everything, I have nothing more to say! Baloo cast a contemptuous and fierce glare at Yujing, then looked away, his gaze filled with resentment. The victor is king, while the vanquished is a bandit; life and death are in the hands of others, and any words are superfluous!

Jonah, perplexed, speculated that the chief seemed to be angry, and anxiously said, "Jonah, immediately cut him down!"

With the sudden scream that pierced the air, the cavalry's arm swiftly descended, cutting through with a dazzling white light, bright as day. ... With a hissing sound, the curved blade passed through, blood splattering like a gushing spring. ... Long hair tangled around the head, rolling onto the ground, crimson blood gushing forth. ... The body of Elder Morton, forced to kneel, stood still like a statue, not moving an inch

As she approached the tribe, she witnessed a series of horrifying scenes: burned and completely looted yurts, shattered remnants, severed limbs; bloody hands and feet, decapitated corpses, rivers of blood, gruesome carnage; ... a disemboweled female corpse, a fully naked corpse that had been violated; a little girl, ravaged and abused, sitting on the ground, her gaze vacant, lost in a daze

He burst into a fit of wild laughter, malevolent and ferocious, instilling a sense of dread in those who heard it

With another loud bang, she swiftly fired a shot, hitting the back of the black-faced man's head. She quickly redirected her gun to point at his chest to demonstrate her power, saying, "If you move again, you will end up like him"

She felt her arm being shaken vigorously, and suddenly came to her senses, seeing Xia Xin's anxious expression. She truly could not bear to hurt her, but the problem had to be resolved. A swift cut to the emotional ties—the truth was currently the best and most effective solution.

Gradually, Xia Xin's emotions stabilized, and she sobbed intermittently. She wiped the tears from Xia Xin's face and said gently yet firmly, "Listen to me, we need to leave here quickly. If you want to come with me, we must go right now; if you do not wish to leave, I will not force you!"

Balu grabbed the collar of Yujiang's shirt, yanking him up, with veins bulging on his fierce face, writhing like worms. "Tell them to roll back to your tribe, or else, I will chop off your arms first!"

Six guards protected the princess as they fled northwest. After a night and a day, they arrived at a small village and saw a little wooden house that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. Exhausted from their journey, they decided to rest for a night in the wooden house before continuing their journey. In the early morning, the seven of them were deep in slumber when the pursuing soldiers sent by King Yan caught up to them, leading to a chase and a massacre.

Yu Jiang suddenly shifted his center of gravity backward, rolling on the ground to evade the threat of two curved blades at his neck and dodging Baloo's machete. At the same time, Yang Wawa pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the gun fired, hitting Baloo's right hand that held the knife. The curved blade fell to the ground, blood gushed from his wrist, and the pain was unbearable

The headless body slowly and incredulously collapsed

Xia Xin wore a water-red silk shirt, delicate and lovely, exuding a lively charm. She walked up briskly, grabbed Yang's arm, and said refreshingly, "Brother Yang, I will take you to a beautiful place, okay?"

The pursuers were numerous, and four guards protected the princess as they fled ahead, while two stayed behind. However, before long, the princess's figure was no longer in sight. Kuo Tian and the others searched forward for a day and a night, unwavering in their determination. Finally, in a grassy expanse, they found the princess dressed in peculiar attire.

She comforted, "Don't worry, listen to me, your father may not necessarily be dead; it could just be the chief's family that was killed. If your father really is dead, we can come back for revenge later. Just now, I killed three cavalrymen, and soon there will be people coming; they definitely won't let us go. Right now, the most important thing is to escape before they arrive. Xiaxin, come with me, hurry!"

The cavalry was repelled by Yujiang.

Yujing did not catch up. Yang Wawa and her companions traveled during the day and rested at night. After about eight or nine days, they finally found the Gas tribe on the northwestern grassland of Loufan and met Elder Morton

Xia Xin was captured by two cavalrymen, yet she held her head high, gritting her teeth as she gazed at the night sky. Tears streamed down her face, but her expression was resolute as iron, filled with a sorrowful yet fierce anger like steel.

As she concluded her inspection work in Shaanxi and was organizing her belongings in the hotel in preparation for a stroll, her most capable subordinate, Manager Zhang, who had admired her for two years, assisted her in managing her luggage. It was likely at that moment that Manager Zhang secretly concealed a handgun in her bag. However, when she checked the bag, she did not find what Manager Zhang had mentioned and thought he was joking.

She was greatly shocked—Xiongnu? What? This Gas tribe is actually a tribe of the Northern Xiongnu? This vast grassland is the Northern Desert Grassland? Good heavens, she actually ended up in such a desolate, frigid place, how considerate of fate! She had always thought that the Gas tribe was a remote tribe in Loufan, but unexpectedly, it was so far from Yan and Zhao! But is this Inner Mongolia or Outer Mongolia? Right, there is a map in her bag—but she has no idea where she is standing in relation to the map!

Yang Wawa turned her head to look at her, curling her lips into a smile, "Alright, congratulations! You are going to be a bride, you must be very excited and nervous. By the way, who is the groom?" She gently pinched Xia Xin's small and straight nose.

Chief! A series of urgent calls echoed in unison

Kuo Tian and Ye Tianming, upon seeing the situation, reacted swiftly and moved forward to engage in combat with Yu Jiang, attempting to subdue him

In early summer, the grassland feels slightly cool in the night breeze, yet now she perceives the wind brushing against her skin as icy and piercing, a rampant turbulence.

Yang Wawa's expression was cold and forbidding, an aura of inviolability surrounding her, as she mockingly shot a piercing glare at him, "You have no right to speak to me!"

Xia Xin slowly turned her head and looked at her, as if she did not recognize her. Suddenly, she burst into tears, leaning on her shoulder, "I am so scared, Brother Yang, they—they—I am so scared!"

The cavalry withdrew according to the orders

She was startled and suddenly raised her knee to thrust forcefully between his legs. Left with no choice, he released her shoulder and quickly stepped back three paces, coming to a halt. In his angry gaze, a fleeting glimmer of surprise flickered, quickly vanishing. Furrowing his brows, he leaned forward once more.

Four or five cavalrymen surrounded her, the dazzling glint of their blades illuminating her pale face, resembling a ghostly apparition. She brandished a short knife, her eyes wide with terror, and screamed, "Get away, don't touch me! Get away, get away—"

Straight and upright, Xia Xin fell to the ground, and with a thunderous sound, all hope and awareness shattered; her tears fell like the summer river, continuous and unending, as she murmured, "Father, don't die, Xia Xin is here, Father—" She gathered all her strength, stood up unsteadily, her legs trembling, her steps weak, and just after taking three steps, she immediately collapsed to the ground

In the fourth year of King Yan Xi (251 BC), King Yan dispatched his chancellor Li Fu as an envoy to the Zhao Kingdom to congratulate King Zhao on his birthday, presenting a gift of five hundred in gold. At that time, it had been less than ten years since the Battle of Changping, and the Zhao Kingdom was in a state of desolation. Li Fu believed there was an opportunity to exploit this situation and, upon returning to Yan, advised King Yan to attack Zhao. General Le Jian, Minister Jiang Qu, and the court officials unanimously opposed this idea, with Minister Jiang Qu being the most vehement in his opposition.

The scattered cavalry of the Gas tribe surged forward, blocking the vanguard, drawing bows and nocking arrows, silver blades raised high, facing each other with fierce determination; in an instant, the standoff was tense, and the battle was about to commence

Yu Jiang involuntarily turned his head and saw a blood hole burst open at the back of the black-faced man's head, blood gushing out, his body slowly shriveling and collapsing to the ground. Turning back, his pupils were wide open, filled with red veins, his gaze intense, a look of horror flashing briefly across his face

Your father and the chief have been captured, in front of the council tent

In the past two days, Xia Xin has found herself intrigued by Yang Wawa, such a refined, handsome, and cultured "exotic man." She feels a sense of novelty and is particularly interested, constantly being followed around, asking her questions about this and that, inquiring about everything under the sun. She is utterly annoyed yet feels helpless. Meanwhile, the four from Kuo Tian are secretly enjoying the spectacle, wearing expressions that suggest they are both amused and unable to help.

She knows that this time, if she can escape, it would definitely be a stroke of luck

Upon arriving at the Gas tribe and inspecting the bag, she discovered a handgun hidden in the innermost pocket of the bag. At that moment, she suddenly recalled why Manager Zhang had said: no matter where you go, you must take this bag with you; if there is an unusual situation, there is something in the bag that can assist you.

Xia Xin, you are a good girl. In the future, there will surely be an outstanding young man who will love you and accompany you for a lifetime. As for me—" Her shimmering eyes revealed a hint of guilt as she gazed intently at Xia Xin, carefully observing the subtle changes on her face. "I cannot marry you, because I cannot give you happiness"

She noticed the curtain at the entrance of the felt tent sway, and a shadow flashed by. Her heart tightened, realizing the situation was dire and that she could not afford to linger in battle. Thus, she changed her stance, sidestepped, feigned a strike, exposing a weakness to lure the enemy into attacking; indeed, the blade came probing forward. She suddenly angled her body and struck swiftly, delivering a fatal blow. Only one enemy remained, and her moves became even more fierce. Before long, the last cavalryman also fell under her blade.

Oh, no, I only know a little!" She said weakly, not knowing why she felt so emotional

Before you strike her down, my iron arrow has already pierced your skull Yujiang did not avert his gaze, his slow and deliberate tone was filled with undeniable authority and a chilling coldness

Brother Yang is so impressive, Xia Xin admires him! Standing by the lake, Xia Xin gazes out, the shimmering green lake resembles a deep green jade, crystal clear, warm and refreshing.

Yu Jiang stared at her from beginning to end, as if worried that she might vanish into thin air. "Is that so? Hahaha—" He let out a long, carefree laugh, his voice bright and joyful, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, as unruly as a villain.

With a series of slaps, Baloo struck Yujiang's face fiercely, as if venting his anger, in a frenzied manner, resembling a lion in a fit of rage

He narrowed his black eyes, the corners of which revealed a chilling smile. As Xia Xin rushed closer, he swiftly pulled her to his right side, protecting her with his right hand. Suddenly, he raised his left leg and accurately kicked Xia Xin's right hand. Xia Xin felt a sharp pain in her wrist, stumbled slightly, but quickly steadied herself and lunged forward with the knife again. Yu Jiang, carrying Yang Wawa, swiftly sidestepped and suddenly seized Xia Xin's wrist, twisting it with force. Xia Xin was in so much pain that cold sweat streamed down her face, and she let out a cry as the silver knife fell to the ground.

The night wind is desolate, stirring the sorrowful voice of the woman, permeated with a profound and poignant intensity

Hehe, hehe..." Xia Xin suddenly broke into a silly smile, resembling a fool, her gaze wandering and blankly staring ahead

She lightly curled the corners of her lips, a sense of helplessness surging within her, and said proudly, "Your leader, Yu Jiang! Take me to see him!"

Her eyes hung weakly, their gaze dissipating faintly, as she said in a daze, "A very beautiful and touching story"

Yang Wawa furrowed her brows deeply, pondering where the Snow Princess might be at this moment. Is she safe? Or has she already fallen into the hands of the King of Swallows? Or perhaps she is no longer among the living? And how did she, for no apparent reason, end up in the Warring States period? Why does her appearance resemble that of the Snow Princess so closely? Moreover, the coincidence of their names being "Wawa" is striking. Why has she inexplicably arrived on the grasslands? Is she destined to remain in the Jiasi tribe, to stay in the Warring States? If she wishes to return to the 21st century, how can she do so?

The murky eyes remained wide open.

The fiery red light ignited the grassland, and in the chilling breeze, it still appeared both mournful and majestic

Xia Xin looked at her, her eyes filled with a damp and bewildered expression, "Go? Where to go? Right, where is my father?"

Xia Xin lay on the body of the old man Morton, crying inconsolably, her shoulders shaking continuously. Qi Jue's cries resonated with the members of the Gas tribe, many of whom wiped away their tears, either empathizing with her sorrow, lamenting the unknowns of fate, or fearing the arrival of death. In that moment, the sounds of sobbing and wailing rose and fell, an unending lament. In the chilling wind, it sounded like the cries of ghosts and the howls of wolves, wrapping around them like a haunting presence, sending shivers down their spines. In that moment, the sounds of sobbing and wailing rose and fell, an unending lament. In the chilling wind, it sounded like the cries of ghosts and the howls of wolves, wrapping around them like a haunting presence, sending shivers down their spines

Before he could approach her, she swiftly drew her knife, and in an instant, the blade flashed sharply, cleanly severing his head from his body

Suddenly, four men appeared as swiftly as phantoms. Kuo Tian and Ye Tianming restrained Yu Jiang, with a curved blade pressed against his neck; Luo Sang and Lin Yong raised their knives in front, displaying extraordinary bravery. Kuo Tian calmly stated, "My subordinates and I have been searching for the young master. Now that the young master is safe and sound, Kuo Tian can rest easy"

"Why? You don't like me, do you?" Two lines of tears rolled down, and Xia Xin's brows were tightly knitted, her eyes deep with profound sorrow

She staggered towards Baloo, but fell heavily to the ground, like a drifting autumn leaf, her eyes filled with deep affection. "In the next life, I still want to be your consort!" She raised her right hand, gripping a dagger, and fiercely stabbed it into her chest. Instantly, blood gushed out. A faint smile on her lips was weak and pale, and in her calm eyes, tears swirled. "I'm sorry, I'm leaving first. Don't—don't seek revenge for me, just live well!"

Yang Wawa turned Xia Xin's body around and saw her face drenched in tears, her red eyes swollen, and her delicate features contorted. She gently comforted her, "It's alright to cry it out, but—your father definitely wouldn't want to see you so sad. You must live well, understand? Your father has only one daughter..."

Brothers, the three concubines of Baloo that you have set your eyes on can now be taken to the tent! Yujian raised his right hand and made a gesture, exuding an imposing presence

Nine Lakes? What a peculiar name! This Nine Lakes must be associated with captivating stories or legends passed down through illustrations and books. Yang Wawa pondered over Xia Xin's intentions, wondering what this girl really wanted to convey. Was there any special meaning behind it?

In her stomach, there were waves of turmoil and spasms, and a surge of acidity suddenly rushed up to her throat

Yang Wawa still dressed in men's clothing, and asked Kuo Tian and others not to reveal it, simply referring to her as Young Master Yan. But what exactly is the story behind Princess Shenxue's escape? After arriving at the Gas Tribe for three days, under her inquiry, Kuo Tian recounted the whole story in detail.

Is that so? Then go ahead and give it a try! The harsh tone is filled with a sense of mockery

Xia Xin lowered her eyelashes, allowing a hint of shy charm to slip away, gently nodding her head. How could Brother Yang not see this? She had never encountered a man like Brother Yang before. Although he was not as bold and mighty as the men of the grasslands, he was handsome, eloquent, knowledgeable, and kind-hearted towards others. How much she liked him! Why could he not see this?

Several cavalrymen shouted loudly to stop the members of the Gas tribe from wailing, threatening: "If you cry again, there will be no mercy!"

"Why don't you kill me? Hmm? You seem reluctant to do so?" Yu Jiang stepped forward, advancing cautiously, pointing at his own head, his face flushed, resembling a bloodthirsty demon, his gaze piercing directly towards her.

Yang Wawa was shaken to her core, her heart felt as if it had risen to her throat, tightly constricted, seemingly ceasing to beat. A dull pain gripped her chest, and the feeling of suffocation surged in waves, one after another, because—

Yu Jiang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his laughter was high-pitched, and his demeanor was arrogant

One more step late, and the consequences would be unimaginable! Yang Wawa's heart raced, her eyes burned with anger, revealing a hint of compassion.

She hid behind a felt tent, observing the situation across the way that appeared calm on the surface yet was fraught with undercurrents.

Originally, our two tribes had no conflicts; for a long time, it was a matter of you not offending me and I not offending you. However, Baloo, you are too greedy, seizing countless cattle and sheep, many horses, and numerous women and children from my tribe, time and again, I have endured it. This time, you have again captured over a hundred cattle and horses from my tribe, taking away dozens of women and children. Are you bullying my tribe because of its weakness, or do you believe that I, Yujiang, am afraid of you? Today, I have galloped with five thousand iron cavalry for an entire day, with the purpose of flattening the Jiasi tribe and sweeping through the entire pasture! You must die; your pasture must become the ground for my horses to run and my arrows to fly; your people must become the slaves of my Hanmo tribe!

It is said to be the language of the Hu people, the language of this tribe. She does not know which language family this language belongs to, and strangely, it is the same language used in Yujing. Sometimes, she wonders if traveling back to the late Warring States period is somehow predestined

The sound of iron hooves came from outside the tent, startling Yang Wawa awake. She knew that the most urgent matter now was to leave the grassland. She tucked her pistol into her clothing, slung her bag over her shoulder, took up her bundle, and stepped out of the yurt, leading her horse quietly away from the meeting tent.

Yang Wawa looked at the man named Jonah, who was strong and robust, yet had a mind full of confusion, and could not help but sneer, "Is a reason needed to kill?"

She sat by the lake, with a tranquil and beautiful view before her, yet her mind was in disarray, filled to the brim with a multitude of incoming questions. ... The summer grasslands, the sky exceptionally high, clear, and blue ... ... The sun set behind the western mountains, the clouds at the horizon glowing with a brilliant red. ... ... The sunset sank into the desolate horizon, the evening glow faded, and a chilling wind suddenly arose

"Baloo, I respect you as a man, and I present you with two choices." The cavalry leader stood tall, his voice resonant, "The first choice: from now on, you will groom my horses; your three wives will warm the beds of my brothers; your sons will be executed, and your daughters will be enslaved. The second choice: you can end your own life, and I will help you end the lives of your three wives, and I will also raise your son to become a hero on the steppe; your daughter will marry the bravest hero on the steppe!"

She discreetly pulled a finely crafted silver dagger from her waist and quietly pressed it against his side, knowing that it was necessary. Yu Jiang turned his head slowly, narrowing his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing. His expression instantly turned cold, freezing the moment, as the anger in his eyes began to ignite and rise. "It seems you have never known fear!"

Xia Xintong's eyes widened slowly, filled with astonishment and disbelief... Her face flushed red and then pale, her lips trembling slightly...

"No, Xia Xin!" Yang Wawa exclaimed in shock, shouting as she struggled fiercely to break free from his restraint in order to prevent Xia Xin's reckless actions

From within a felt tent came the piercing, sorrowful cries of a woman, intense, fervent, and sharp. Yang Wawa was taken aback, halting her steps, and upon listening closely, it seemed to be the voice of Xia Xin.

Sitting astride the horse, Yang Wawa felt a sharp pain in her heart as tears unconsciously streamed down her face. Unintentionally, she suddenly sensed a deep, urgent, and icy gaze fixated on her, making her feel utterly uncomfortable. Turning her head, she encountered a pair of bright black eyes, radiating a myriad of colorful glimmers: surprise... amusement... resentment... coldness. In a profound and prolonged gaze, he firmly enveloped her.

Yang Wawa was taken aback, and even more shocking was that Yu Jiang had dismounted, approached her side, seized her arm, and forcefully pulled her towards his chest. In her fright, she grasped his arm to steady herself, her panic gradually subsiding.

Xia Xinxin shrank in fear, trembling with fright. Yang Wawa's eyes blazed with increasing fury, her gaze sweeping over them, yet it was cold and frigid; seeing them driving their horses closer, the glint of knives flashing, about to strike, she felt a surge of panic in her heart and shouted, "Wait!"

You—" The burly man with a dark face swiftly nocked an arrow onto the bow, a surge of killing intent rising.

According to what my father said, a long, long time ago, among our Xiongnu ancestors, there was a pair of siblings who were deeply in love with each other. However, their parents and the clan strongly opposed their union, forcibly separating them and even imprisoning them. Later, with the help of friends, the siblings managed to escape and came to live by a distant lake, where they herded sheep, hunted, and raised children. They had a total of nine children, and gradually, these nine children grew up, married, and had descendants of their own. Many years later, the descendants of the nine children, in gratitude to the siblings and their nine children, named this lake Jiuhu, meaning Nine Lakes.

Xia Xin continued to speak to herself, "Later, a rule was established among us, the Xiongnu: children of the same clan cannot marry each other, and it was even stipulated that marriages within the tribe are not allowed; one can only marry outside the tribe."

With a wave of his hand, he dismissed them; to turn the situation around, he did not need them, one person was enough. However, he wanted to see her performance and that unique personality which was very similar to his own, strong and domineering.

The one at the forefront is none other than Yu Jiang

Jonah nodded, his gaze sincere, and asked, "Why do you want to kill the three of us brothers?"

Slowly, she fell towards the earth

She stood up, adjusted her clothes, mounted the white horse, and rode back to the tribe

She sighed, truly impressed by the straightforwardness and generosity of the children of the grasslands. She mounted her horse, and the two white steeds galloped like a whirlwind past the yurt area, racing deep into the grasslands. After a while, a bay of emerald green lakes unfolded before her, lush and vibrant, elegant and tranquil, as noble as a swan, as ethereal as a fairy. She took a deep breath of the fresh, crisp air, dismounted, and slowly walked towards the lake, as if walking towards paradise

Xia Xin became anxious upon seeing her like this, "Brother Yang, what is wrong? Brother Yang? Brother Yang?"