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Step aside! The Ninth Prince drove back the terrified Tiger and Leopard Riders, and he took his battle knife from the saddle, standing imposingly before the child

The sound of soft sobbing began to rise, like a single string being plucked in the wind

The two daughters of Long Ge Zhenhuang also came along with the heir. The Ninth Prince waved his hand.

Bimo Gan was taken aback, it was already too late. Long Geqin suddenly lunged forward, pressing against his chest, and with a "snap," drew the small dagger that was hanging there.

"Asule! Asule!" someone was shouting, "Come back! Come back!"

In the silence, the sound of crying is so piercing. She cries while babbling, as if she wants to say something to her sister, but no one can understand her; she is mute. Amok turned his head away, covering his face with his sleeve, unable to hold back his tears. He recalled the mare that had died at home last year, and the foal that circled around its mother in the wind and snow, licking her corpse until it was filled with despair, standing there in a daze, watching as its mother was dragged away, not making a sound for a long time. He remembered the mare that had died at home last year, and the foal that circled around its mother in the wind and snow, licking her corpse until it was filled with despair, standing there in a daze, watching as its mother was dragged away, not making a sound for a long time.

"I really didn't expect it to be so beautiful," he finally came to his senses after a long while, "They were all disheveled along the way, it was only when we got close to Uncle Bei that he changed their clothes and washed off the dirt."

"Your Highness! The rebels of the Zhenyan tribe conspired to harm your father; they are the enemies of our Qingyang tribe. You must be aware of your own dignity!"

The wind blew through his flowing robe sleeves, and he breathed lightly and rapidly. The Tiger and Leopard Riders knew he was afraid, but they were even more terrified; no one dared to rush forward, for he was the heir apparent

"Come back! Come back!" Hasa lowered his voice to shout, but now everyone was watching this strange scene.

Stop! The voice of the Ninth Prince echoed from behind.

Then, send to the princes to serve as slaves in the tents... No, send to the princes to serve as slaves in the tents, and they shall not be released, nor shall they be transferred

The child raised his head to look at the kind Mrs. Ying, remained silent, but shook his head.

The Tiger and Leopard Riders advanced boldly, with the centurion at the forefront brandishing his sword in intimidation. He swung his arm, intending to embrace the heir, while his blade was already poised to strike down upon Long Ge Ning's head. Just moments ago, the Ninth Prince had cast a particularly cold and fierce glance; this was a moment to establish military authority. The heir did not flinch; he gazed at the blade and unexpectedly reached out to embrace the centurion's sword-bearing arm. In a state of panic, the centurion retracted his saber with all his might, losing his balance and crashing heavily into the heir. The heir did not evade; he looked at the blade and unexpectedly reached out to embrace the centurion's sword-bearing arm. In a state of panic, the centurion retracted his saber with all his might, losing his balance and crashing heavily into the heir.

The blood dripped onto his white sleeves, slowly spreading out.

The Grand Duke was still hesitating, but the Ninth Prince took over the conversation, "Since Bimogan has made a great contribution by following his younger brother this time, if the elder brother does not reward him, then let him have these two women. Bimogan is a benevolent master and will not treat them poorly."

Longgeqin looked at him, slowly, her expression softened, "Thank you, Your Highness..."

The girl in the red horse-riding skirt suddenly tossed her head, her long hair flying up, and her bright eyes resembled sharp knives. Those who caught a glimpse of her appearance were momentarily stunned.

History

The saber fell into the grass, and both individuals fell to the ground. The young master knelt there, supporting himself with both hands, shielding the girl beneath his frail body. Suddenly, he began to cough violently, splattering bright red blood onto the girl's tender face. He wiped the blood from her face and brushed aside the hair from her forehead, struggling to stand up once more. Just like the first time, he opened his arms again, standing in front of Long Gening.

A dozen or so warriors from the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry charged out from the formation, and only then did the nobles awaken to the situation. The retinue of warriors rushed out to encircle the sovereign in the center. In the chaos, some lost control of their horses, and the steeds neighed loudly as they collided, creating a scene of utter disorder. Countless figures flickered before him, and Amochi was pressed back. He saw the sharp long knives in the hands of those Tiger and Leopard cavalrymen and longed to rush out and do something, but he also knew he could not. Offending the sovereign was a capital offense for anyone.

Protect the Great Lord!" The Ninth Prince shouted as he reached for his waist, only to find nothing. His battle knife was left in the side pouch of the saddle.

I will protect you. In fact, his entire life was lived for this very sentence

He advanced slowly with a knife in hand, coldly staring at the heir. Even a warrior as formidable as Bahang felt a chill run down his back upon meeting the gaze of the Ninth Prince

"Lü Song · Guo Le'er, if they want us to yield, it is better to kill us! Our daughter of the Longge family will not bow down to our enemies!" The captive shouted hoarsely as she struggled to rise.

She suddenly pushed Bi Mogan's shoulders, and her body fell heavily onto the grass. The hilt of the sword pressed against the ground, and the blade violently pierced through her chest, blood as red as her riding skirt splattering recklessly across the grass

He did not look at his son again, but patted the shoulder of the Ninth Prince, "Eru, come with me to the underground palace to pay respects to our ancestors"

Very well, let it be this way. The sovereign finally nodded

The child still shakes his head, turning away and not looking at anyone

He spoke to the two people, yet his gaze was solely fixed on Long Geqin, admiring her skin that was as fresh and fair as mare's milk, her lips a vibrant hue reminiscent of wild poppies blooming in spring, and the curves of her figure beneath the red dress undulating like the soft back of a lamb. He simply dared not look into Long Geqin's eyes, feeling a certain trepidation towards her gaze

Two members of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry pounced on her, pressing down on her shoulders, but they could only barely restrain her. They struggled to force her head down, yet Long Geqin desperately tilted her head back, peering through the gaps in her hair, fixating her gaze on the Grand Lord. A warrior from the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry struck her face with a fierce slap, leaving half of her cheek drenched in blood, yet she continued to scream hoarsely. Eventually, the warriors pinched her cheeks, thrusting the handle of a whip into her mouth, causing her curses to transform into heavy gasps from her throat. A warrior from the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry struck her face with a fierce slap, leaving half of her cheek drenched in blood, yet she continued to scream hoarsely. Eventually, the warriors pinched her cheeks, thrusting the handle of a whip into her mouth, causing her curses to transform into heavy gasps from her throat.

"Summa ... ... it's me ... ... don't be afraid ... ... I will protect you ... ... "

"She is a beauty!" Tie whispered softly in Bi Mogan's ear.

Bi Mogan felt a surge of excitement in his heart; he was unwilling to miss this opportunity. He hurried forward and said, "My son is in need of a few people in his tent, so please send them to him. My son will not treat them poorly."

That was the voice of the old man! Amochi recognized it and strained to open his arms, wanting to see where Hesa was. He suddenly froze, and the entire crowd fell silent along with him, including the warriors of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. They were only about one zhang away from the girl who was sobbing softly, yet they hesitated to move forward, as the young lord stood before them

"Having grown up this much..." The lord fell silent for a moment and said softly

The lord quietly gazed at her, as if he had heard nothing, "This is how it is, do not let them feel wronged"

Mrs. Ying and Dahe Sa both found themselves in an awkward situation. The old man scratched his bald head, feeling helpless

The sovereign gazed at her, letting out a long sigh. This is Longge Zhenhuang's eldest daughter, Longge Qin. When she was born, the sovereign had even held her in his arms.

The girl's eyes were filled with panic as she tightly held her sister's lifeless body in her arms. She wanted to retreat, but could not escape. Suddenly, she bit down hard on the prince's palm, causing the old man to exclaim "Ouch" and rush forward to separate them.

The youngest daughter of the Longge family, Longge Ning, who had been keeping her head down, crawled towards her sister's corpse in tears. Bi Mogan stood up and weakly took a few steps back. Longge Ning embraced her sister, desperately pressing down on the wound on Longge Qin's back, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, as if by preventing the blood from escaping, Longge Qin could still come back to life. However, her small hands could not hold it back, and Longge Qin's body grew colder in her arms. In despair, she looked at her hands stained with blood and buried her head in Longge Qin's chest

Amoche involuntarily shuddered, feeling a strong scent of blood in this statement

Protect the Crown Prince! Capture this rebel!" The Ninth Prince shouted again.

Many years later, Duke Lyu Guichen of Qingyang Zhao Wu died in his golden tent.

The heir suddenly knelt down. Everyone felt a sense of relief, but the heir stood up again, struggling to support his body, bending at the waist, and making an effort to raise his head. His arms hung down towards the ground, holding a battle knife in his hand

"Brother, don't let those two little brats take it, grab it back!" Tie You bit his lip, anxiously rubbing his palms.

He turned sideways to block in front of the sovereign, but for some reason, the sovereign took a step forward on his own, colliding with the shoulder of the Ninth Prince, who unexpectedly stepped back. Long Geqin's red dress resembled a flickering flame as she brandished a small dagger, recklessly lunging towards the sovereign, with no one standing between her and the sovereign. Bahang pressed on the hilt of his sword and charged out, watching helplessly as the small dagger shimmered in the blazing sunlight, unable to catch up.

The great prince... really... wants me?

Bi Mogan was unable to contain his emotions, stepping forward to extend his arm and prevent the fierce Tiger and Leopard Cavalry from tightly restraining Long Geqin. Seeing those rough, powerful hands gripping the delicate body of the young girl, he felt a surge of anger rising within him. Long Geqin lay weakly on the grass, her body rising and falling sharply with each breath.

"Bimogan!" The roar of the Ninth Prince was deafening

Her voice lowered, and Bi Mogan saw her lips moving with some murmurs, but he could not hear them clearly, prompting him to bend down and lean closer.

The nobles mounted their horses, following the Grand Duke back to the city. The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry was stationed outside the city, and amidst the sound of the horn, the white flag led the army southward, leaving behind a trampled prairie. With fewer people around, the wind began to pick up. Amocchi donned his lens to shield himself from the wind and sand, gathering around the Crown Prince with Dagasar. The departing nobles were whispering about something, and Amocchi vaguely heard it was concerning this child, but he could not make out the details, only sensing that the glances exchanged among the people were somewhat unusual.

Yan Jinglong felt for the first time in his life that the palm of his hand had loosened. The elderly He Sa, who was nearing the end of his days, suddenly could not help but cry out loud, thinking of that child from many years ago under the blazing sun

The Ninth Prince could not take a step forward, standing there rigidly.

"Elder brother, we cannot release it," the Ninth Prince reminded in a low voice, "otherwise, at the Kuleige Conference, the lords of several major tribes..."

"Mother is dead," the child stepped back, "she is dead..."

"Stop it!" The voice of the lord broke the silence with a low roar

Longgeqin's voice was intermittent. She struggled to prop herself up, tilting her face upwards, her eyes flashing in the sunlight, resembling a hint of magnificent blue. Bimo Gan could only feel an unbearable dryness in his lips and tongue, "Of course, I will never let you suffer."

Bi Mogan secretly glanced at the Ninth Prince, unable to conceal the joy on his face. The Ninth Prince also smiled faintly at him, and there was no need for many words between them

But he suddenly stopped. Blood slowly dripped from the edge of the prince's palm, yet the child did not move at all, not even a hint of pain on his face. He simply gazed quietly at the girl named Longgen Ning · Suma, and then reached out with his other hand to wipe away the tears on her face

The child's face suddenly lost its color, and he pressed his forehead with great effort, seemingly unable to endure the dizzying pain. He struggled to stand up but lost his strength, collapsing weakly into the grass.

"Bury this child." He glanced at Long Geqin's corpse, then looked at Long Genning, "That child was left in the prince's tent to take care of the prince, and this is how it is dealt with. I do not want to hear anyone mention this matter to me again!"

Long Geqin was actually smiling. With a venomous smile, she used her last ounce of strength to open her mouth and said, "The daughters of our True Face Sect will not be anyone's slave!"

"Asule, do you not remember? It was Lady Ying who delivered you; at that time, you were only as long as a kitten," Dahe Sa said, holding his hand and gesturing the size of a kitten.

Bimo Gan did not respond, her mouth slightly agape, lost in thought. Even covered in dust, her beauty could not be concealed; it was a face as radiant as jade, with pearly white teeth biting her lips tightly, exuding a unique charm amidst her fury. The wind tousled her flowing hair, causing one's heart to tremble with the tips of her strands, completely forgetting where one was.

Then he died

He suddenly raised his eyes and swept a glance, as if an invisible blade had swept across, the white haze in his eyes shining coldly. He stepped forward, seized the knife from the hands of the Ninth Prince, and together they mounted the horse.

The child hesitated and glanced back, while Hesa desperately waved at him. In that fleeting moment his gaze passed over, Amoc felt a chill run through him, and he shivered slightly. The child was also shivering; he turned to face the sabers of the Tiger and Leopard cavalry, slowly opening his arms. The sleeves of his moon-white robe resembled the wings of a small eagle, and everyone understood what he intended to do—he was shielding Longge Ning behind him

There was a faint disturbance in the crowd, and the expression on the sovereign's face was terrifyingly grim

The young master trembled even more violently, taking small steps backward. The old man trembled just like the young master, his beard quivering, and Amochi felt as if his heart was about to leap out.

Lü Song! Long Geqin's cry was hoarse and piercing

Bi Mogan's mind went blank, and the thought of drawing his sword flashed like a spark. He turned sideways and swung the iron sword, the cold light flickering and extinguishing. Taking advantage of the momentum, Bi Mogan stepped forward, clearly feeling his sword cut into the body, slicing through the spine and pushing straight in. Scalding blood surged into the air, Long Geqin swayed weakly and fell backward, her lamb-like soft back splitting open. Bi Mogan released the sword hilt and, in a daze, embraced her. Scalding blood surged into the air, Long Geqin swayed weakly and fell backward, her lamb-like soft back splitting open. Bi Mogan released the sword hilt and, in a daze, embraced her

A profound silence enveloped the surroundings, so quiet that one could hear the distant cry of an eagle. Bi Mogan stared blankly at his hand, where the blood from Long Geqin still felt warm.

Then he fainted, and when the heads of the family conveyed the agreed posthumous title "Zhaowu" into the golden tent, he opened his eyes once more and uttered a phrase that no one in history has been able to decipher

Amoc recognized Lady Ying, who was the wife of the renowned general Mu Li of Qingyang. The sovereign appointed such a distinguished lady to be the wet nurse of the crown prince, which seemed to indicate great favor. However, it is unclear why this favored crown prince was to be sent to the distant Zhenyan tribe, far away from his parents

Come here! Come here! Drag them away! All of them! The Ninth Prince was the first to regain his composure, shouting as he stepped aside to shield the Emperor. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was terrifyingly pale.

"Suma... Suma..." The child turned to the girl from the Zhenyan tribe who was sitting motionless on the ground, calling her by her nickname. He reached out his trembling hand towards her face, as if to wipe away the tears on her cheeks

Two warriors of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry each brought a woman and strode up to the sovereign. The tips of their boots kicked at the backs of the women's knees, causing them to kneel in the dust. Judging by their figures, they were merely near-adult young girls, adorned in bright and luxurious brocade skirts, with their long hair cascading down to cover their faces, and the bruises from the bindings on their wrists were unmistakable.

The dying Duke Zhao Wu awaited the head of the family and the scholars to discuss his posthumous title. He held the hand of Dahe Sayin Jinglong and said: "I once vowed to protect Qingyang and the people I love, but I was wrong. I was too arrogant! In truth, my abilities can only protect a mere few individuals. Unfortunately, they have all left me one by one"

Dahesa went up and pried open the child's hand one by one, threw the saber aside, silently touched his head, and pointed to the elegantly dressed noblewoman who had been waiting nearby, "Asule, go back to the city with Hesa, from now on, Lady Ying will be your mother."

Bimo Gan adjusted his expression and said, "From now on, I am your master. Obey my commands, and I will naturally ensure that you do not suffer."

That was the saber dropped by the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and the child awkwardly held the sword with both hands, facing the Ninth Prince. The collective gasp of everyone turned into a low murmur, as the heir pointed the sword at his cousin. Amochi felt his mind go blank; within the child's clumsy stance, there was an unusual stubbornness.