"The queen's body..." The subordinates came to report, their voices hoarse and hoarse with anger.
Amul has never appeared in Rouran. Apparently Aduozhu also guessed that Amul already knew the news of the princess's death.
"Say..." Amul put his hands behind his back and spoke in a low voice.
He is holding back.
"Aduozhu said that it was you, the prince, who gave up on the queen. He also said... the queen didn't have to die."
Amul's fingers slowly tightened.
Adouzhu is engaging in psychological warfare, challenging his bottom line.
"Her purpose... is to force me to send troops." Amul understood in his heart.
Aduozhu has occupied Rouran, and more than half of the people have returned to Rouran.
Amul holds the military power of Rouran but occupies the southwest part of Fengtian, which is always a hidden danger.
Unless Amul dies, Aduozhu will not be able to feel at ease.
Amur is orthodox after all.
"Your Majesty, Aduozhu hung the queen's body on the city gate at the junction of Rouran and Southwest. She...insulted me, Queen Rouran, in this way. Do you still want to endure it?" His subordinates suppressed anger, eyes rimmed.
reddish.
Aduozhu's treatment of their Rouran queen was like pressing the faces of the Rouran royal family to the ground and rubbing them.
This woman is so vicious.
"Bandits are everywhere in Fengtian. It will not be difficult for me to send troops to recapture Rouran, but the southwest area has lost its defense..." Amul was in a dilemma.
On one side is Rouran's popular support, on the other is Fengtian's kindness.
"During our most difficult time, it was Fengtian who opened the country's gates and handed over the southwest to us. If we... just evacuate, the southwest will be empty. If some bandits take advantage of the situation..."
The consequences are disastrous.
It is impossible for Amul to do such an unkind thing.
"But Your Majesty..." His subordinates spoke nervously. "You are our King of Rouran after all, and now Aduozhu is provoking us like this..."
"Your Majesty, if you remain indifferent when the queen is insulted like this, you will disappoint the people and your prestige will be damaged..."
"Your Majesty! This is not the time to consider others. Emperor Fengtian was kind to us, and we will remember it in our hearts. However, the dignity of our Rouran royal family has been trampled on..."
"Your Majesty!"
…
Rouran, Royal Palace.
A Duozhu was wearing a gorgeous dress embroidered with dragon robes and sat gracefully on the throne.
Sure enough, only by giving up all feelings and no longer relying on men can a woman achieve what she wants.
In the past, she was too stupid and thought she could get the dignity and power she wanted by relying on Yin Cheng.
Things that can be obtained through a man's "favor" are too short-lived and cheap.
Dignity should be held in the palm of your hand.
"The king...the corpse of the late queen has been hung outside the city of Guzhe Temple, but Amul still has no intention of sending troops..."
A Duozhu glanced at the empty court and said in a low voice, "If he refuses to send troops, he will lose the morale of the people and the military. No one is willing to follow this kind of king who is willing to be a lackey."
"But the king... if Amur really sends troops, are you sure that person will help you? The Western Region has obviously been perfunctory with us. Their cavalry troops stayed outside Fengtian City, but they never took action..."
A Duozhu put her hands behind her back. Although she has returned to Rouran now, she is just an empty shell. She has no military power, no ministers, and she looks like a joke.
"Of course he will help." Aduozhu glanced sideways into the darkness. "You all should step aside."
"yes."
Only Aduozhu was left in the empty hall.
From the darkness, a man with a face like an immortal and a hint of cinnabar on his eyebrows came out. His whole aura was like that of an immortal descended from the earth, unstained by dust.
"My queen, it seems you have made your choice." The corners of the man's mouth raised, revealing a profound smile that was irresistible.
Raising his hand to hold A Duozhu's finger, the man kissed her gently.
"Yao Guang, you'd better keep your word. Once Amul leads his troops to counterattack Rouran, your people... must make sure they can kill him."
Aduozhu spoke in a deep voice.
"Of course, as long as Amul leads his troops and leaves the southwest of Fengtian, our people will take the opportunity to occupy the southwest and attack from both sides to help you get rid of Amul." Yaoguang's voice was soft, as if he was born with gentleness.
A Duozhu's tense nerves relaxed and she gently hooked her fingers on Yao Guang's collar. "Are all the men of your witch clan... all as good-looking as you?"
Aduozhu has seen Xingyi, and he is also a man who looks like an immortal.
"How can I be more beautiful than you..." Yaoguang stretched out his hand, grabbed Aduozhu's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Aduozhu raised the corner of his mouth and hooked Yao Guang's neck. "I heard that the Fengtian Longju Pass has been broken, and the three cities at Dayu Border Pass have fallen. You Wu Clan really opened my eyes."
"The whole world... should belong to us." Yao Guang's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness.
"The Seventh Elder of the Wu Clan... Who would have thought that the Seventh Elder Yao Guang, who is like an immortal in front of others, would be such a... love prodigal when he was not around others."
Aduozhu hung on Yaoguang's neck and asked him to hug her tightly.
Yao Guang raised his eyebrows, picked up A Duozhu and walked towards the inner hall.
"If the Wu clan wins the world... I only want Rouran." A Duozhu squinted her eyes and reminded Yao Guang.
Yaoguang is the seventh elder of the Witch Clan and one of the Seven Stars of the Witch Clan. He is the person with the right to speak.
What's more, who in the world doesn't know that people from the Wu clan don't live long, they just use each other.
…
Southwest land.
Amul sat by the bed, looked at Yuqing who was sleeping in a deep sleep, and raised his hand to touch her hair.
He wanted to give Yuqing a stable home, but the situation in the world was like this, and no one was allowed to be an exception.
"No..." Yuqing was still dreaming, and the situation in the dream was not very good.
The Witch Clan has innate advantages, but they are also deeply troubled by them.
Many of their premonitions will appear in dreams, and their perception and fear of nightmares are often deeper than ordinary people.
"Amul... don't."
"Amul...don't die."
Yuqing dreamed that Amul led the troops to fight and died on the battlefield.
With her eyes red from crying, Yuqing suddenly opened her eyes and her voice was hoarse. "Amul!"
"I'm here." Amul smiled softly at Yuqing.
Yuqing rushed into Amul's arms and hugged him tightly. "Don't go to the war, don't go..."
Amul sighed, what is it like to have a wife who can tell fortunes? Even if you don't say anything, she can predict it.
"I don't dare to die while you are here." Amul soothed softly.
Yuqing hugged Amul hard, rubbed her from side to side, and wiped her tears on Amul's underwear. "No, you can't die, you are mine."
"Well, I'm yours." Amul's voice became gentler.
He is the king of Rouran, and his mother's family is a Rouran noble. Amul never lacks women by his side.
But Yuqing... is the only woman to whom he is willing to give all his tenderness.
"So you can't die, can't get into trouble, and don't go to war, okay?"
Yuqing didn't know what happened, and Amul didn't tell her about the insult to the queen's body.
Amul was afraid that Yuqing would feel guilty.
Yuqing has always been worried about the queen's death.
She believed that it was because of her choice that the queen died tragically.