For a time, the teams led by Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun fought with a group of masked men in black in Yan Valley.
Screams, shouts, and the neighing of horses echoed throughout the valley.
Zhan Qingyue sullenly knocked off the big knife that was about to fall on Han Yiyun's back.
After Han Yiyun avoided the danger, he and Zhan Qingyue stuck together back to back.
"Yueyue, the wind is blowing hard!"
Without allowing Zhan Qingyue to reply, a masked man who was not afraid of death rushed towards the two of them again.
"Want to run? Then let's see if my knife is faster or your legs are faster!"
The man in black shouted, raised his knife viciously, and slashed at the two of them with an invincible force.
The opponent's offensive became more and more fierce, and more and more men in black were covering their faces, killing each other from the hillside like ghosts.
Seeing that time dragged on longer and longer, the entire team gradually became trapped in a fight.
"Charge! Kill!"
Waves of shouts came, and Jiang Yuebai, the aide of the city king, led a group of soldiers to kill them bravely, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.
"Mr. Han, Doctor Zhan, are you okay?"
Jiang Yue, wearing white armor, came to Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun. Her face was full of righteousness, her sword-shaped eyebrows were drawn into her temples, and there was joy in her eyes.
Han Yiyun shook his head and looked at Zhan Qingyue several times. Seeing that she was fine, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for coming to the rescue. Without further ado, let's get out of the encirclement quickly and don't let these thieves have a chance to breathe."
After another fierce battle, everyone finally returned to the camp safely.
Soon, the news that Zhan Qingyue and others were besieged in Yan Valley spread to the north.
On the vicissitudes of the Han King's face, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his tall and hooked nose looked even more gloomy, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his expression was solemn.
"Is this serious?"
The little prince Muda knelt respectfully in the main tent and bowed to the high-ranking Khan and the Queen.
"Hui Father Khan, this is indeed the case. Mr. Han and Miss Zhan were ambushed just after they left Beihan and arrived at Yan Valley. The matter is very important and may involve Beihan."
He had just left Beihan and was ambushed before he reached Yanbei's territory. To outsiders, this was considered to be the work of Beihan's people!
If he fails to retain him, he will kill someone and silence him. If the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty takes this matter seriously, he will probably have to fight another fierce battle.
The more the King of Han thought about it, the more frightened he became. His face turned gloomy and his deep eyes rolled several times.
"Mu Da, this is a serious matter. I must find the murderer who assassinated Dr. Zhan and his team, and I can restore Beihan's innocence."
Now that the king's tent has been established, the trio still sit together to discuss matters.
"Brother-in-law, in your opinion, who could be ambushing you?"
When Zhan Qingyue heard this title, her face flushed with embarrassment. She quickly took a sip of the tea in front of her to cover up the embarrassment on her face.
Han Yiyun was generous and accepted the title happily, drinking tea without changing his expression, his deep eyes filled with contemplation.
"When we were in Beihan, Prince Khan and his wife had a very good attitude. They also thought that Yueyue and I were rare talents. They sincerely tried to persuade us to stay here many times. We must not be able to do anything that would result in failure to eat and even ruin the situation."
Han Yiyun touched his chin with his hand and frowned slightly: "The neighboring countries who have been watching are very suspicious."
He spread his hands and looked at the two of them: "Think about it, if we succeed in trade with Beihan and the North-South Alliance, we will naturally benefit, and the biggest threat will naturally be..."
Han Yiyun looked towards the northwest with his sharp eyes, and pointed in that direction inadvertently.
And that place was Di Rong, who had not seen much movement in recent years and had been watching this war from the sidelines.
After listening to Han Yiyun's analysis, King Cheng's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly, and his face became gloomy.
The world is bustling, and everyone is going there for the benefit of others.
King Cheng sighed with emotion and sighed helplessly: "This matter is not a trivial matter. In my opinion, it is more important to go to heaven to hear it in time."
After saying this, King Cheng immediately wrote a letter and rushed it eight hundred miles to the capital.
Not long after, news came from the capital that the Holy One had decided to marry Beihan.
Seeing that everything is developing for the better, the day of Jingshi is getting closer and closer.
"Your Highness, now that the battle of Beihan has been decided, it's time for Yueyue and I to go back and prepare for the capital."
Han Yiyun came with Zhan Qingyue to say goodbye to King Cheng.
King Cheng frowned slightly, having long expected that today's separation would happen sooner or later.
"I wish you all a safe journey here, and I wish you the best, and I'm looking forward to drinking your wedding wine!"
After the three of them exchanged pleasantries, Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun set off on their way back to the capital.
As soon as the traveling carriage left Yanbei, it encountered flood victims in the south. The victims blocked the official road and forcibly begged the passing carriage.
Zhan Qingyue's carriage was traveling smoothly on the official road when it suddenly stopped.
"Yueyue, there are victims blocking the carriage ahead, let's Ikki be careful."
Hearing Han Yiyun's voice, Zhan Qingyue quickly put her thoughts back from the space, opened the curtain, and got out of the carriage.
Her high ponytail was neatly tied behind her head, and she didn't even have time to change out of the armor on her body.
"Brother Han, let's go forward and take a look together."
With that said, Zhan Qingyue jumped off the carriage neatly and walked forward. Several soldiers escorting the two back to the capital quickly held the carriage and waited aside.
"Good Samaritan, please save us. There is a flood in our hometown. We have fled all the way from the south and have not had water to eat for several days."
A group of victims knelt in front of the carriage, banging their heads and begging bitterly.
Zhan Qingyue looked at their ragged clothes, sallow complexions, emaciated skin, withered faces, and dull eyes. They were exactly the same as when they escaped from the wilderness.
Before he could react, he heard a sharp female voice from the carriage in front of him shouting: "Get out of here! You bunch of beggars, stay away from my carriage."
Zhan Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, curled her lips in disgust, and immediately lost her favorable impression of the owner of the carriage in front of her.
"Brother Han, we were like this when we escaped from the wilderness. Now that we have encountered each other, we can help as much as we can. When you left Yanbei, His Highness gave you more dry food, so let's share some with them."
Han Yiyun quickly called a few soldiers to share some of their food.
Bai Lian, who was on the carriage, saw that the victims surrounding her carriage had changed their targets and hurriedly opened the curtain to take a look.
I saw a young general who was heroic, suave, good-looking, and had sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, sharing rations.
Bai Lian couldn't move her eyes away, her heart was beating violently, and a layer of blush gradually appeared on her fair cheeks.
She hurriedly got off the carriage and bowed to Han Yiyun: "My little girl Bailian, thank you so much for rescuing the siege today. I dare to ask him his name. I will bring a grass ring to repay your great kindness in the future."
Han Yiyun frowned and quickly stepped aside. Before he could speak, he heard Bai Lian yelling at Zhan Qingyue: "You servant girl, you have such a big air, how can you ask the young master to hand out food in person!"
Zhan Qingyue stared at Bai Lian curiously with her almond-shaped eyes, and her lips seemed to be smiling.
"You are so nosy, why don't you care about these victims?"
