Chaganbari understood Yelu Daiqin's hysteria very well.
He lowered his head dullly, "It's the emperor's will. Besides, the emperor has clearly ordered that she should live. Don't worry, he won't do anything to her."
"Impossible! Half a month ago, my father ordered that if he were caught, he would be stabbed to death on the spot!"
"Changed! She said she wanted to see her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tent fell silent again.
Seeing the faint skylight slowly seeping into the tent, Yelu Daiqin put the two objects in his hands into his arms and got down to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Upon seeing this, Chagan Bari stood up.
Yelu Daiqin ignored his questioning and shouted outside, "Come here, get some water."
Chagan Bari was a little anxious, "Your injury cannot be touched by water! How can I explain to the emperor if you have any shortcomings?"
Yelu Daiqin knew that as soon as she entered the capital, she, Jinghua Hairpin, would inevitably die.
When he thought of this, no matter how he reminded himself in his heart that she was the daughter of Beidi's enemy, his love for her could not be controlled and grew wildly in his heart.
He angrily took down the hanging objects in the tent one by one and put them in the box, "I will go to the capital with her."
"Are you really attracted to her? Dai Qin! Wake up! She is the princess of Dajing! She is our enemy! You -"
"I'm not tempted." Before Chagan Bari could finish his words, Yelu Daiqin interrupted him and said calmly: "She gave me her skin. It's okay for me to repay her kindness!"
Chabari was dumbfounded by what he said. For a moment, he could no longer find a reason to refute. This high-sounding excuse did not seem out of place at all.
Just as he was about to speak, the curtain of the big tent was opened, and a figure wandered in.
"What's going on? It's almost dawn. Should we surround the western tent now?" Orihe staggered into the tent wearing a fur coat and carrying the cold wind and the smell of alcohol.
Western tent.
Jing Huahan leaned on the couch, clutching the token in his hand tightly, and did not dare to sleep.
Suddenly, a sound of armor clashing from far to near came from outside the tent.
She had a premonition that something was wrong, so she blew out the wax in one breath and woke up Wen Chan and Qing'e.
"Princess, what happened?"
"Shh!" Jing Huahan looked at the door nervously, "Listen, someone is coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone hurriedly knocked on the door several times.
"Open the door, open the door!"
"Princess - they can't really be from Beidi -" Wen Chan shrank and looked at the door in a daze.
The voice didn't sound familiar, and Jing Huahan was afraid, but now, she could only pretend to be calm.
"Who is outside the tent?" She took a deep breath and shouted back.
But there was no reply from the outside, but the door was opened even more hastily.
Jing Huahan held the token tightly, not knowing whether to open the door or continue asking questions.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a "bang" sound, and a gray light penetrated through the originally dark doorway.
A gust of cold wind blew on Jing Huahan's body. She took a closer look and realized that the door had been kicked down to the ground.
Errihemu spat, swayed into the tent, his eyes fell straight on Jinghua Hairpin, and raised his lips in a mocking smile.
Smelling the alcohol smell of the visitor, Jing Huahan secretly hid the token in his hand into his sleeve, still pretending to be calm and sitting cross-legged on the couch, his large eyelashes casting a dark shadow on his cold face.
"What are you going to do, eldest son?"
She spoke in an unhurried and unhurried manner, without a trace of panic. The heart of Errihemu couldn't help but tremble, and she thought to herself, she is indeed the princess of Dajing, and her bearing is very extraordinary——
For a moment, I actually felt a little admiration for Jinghua Hairpin.
He chuckled and walked a few steps further into the tent, "How's the girl's injury?" After saying that, he reached the bed and raised his hand to hold Jinghua Hairpin's arm.
"Young Master, please respect yourself!" Upon seeing this, Wen Chan and Qing'e jumped up and blocked their bodies behind Jing Hua's hairpin.
"Get away!" Orihemu roughly pushed Wenchan to the ground.
Jing Huahan looked at the person in front of him in shock. Just as he was about to get up and lie down, a figure walked to the bed almost quickly and pulled Erri and Mu aside.
"You drank too much! It's better to go back to your tent and rest! Be careful of damaging your reputation!"
The low and cold voice was so sonorous and powerful.
Jing Huahan raised her eyes and saw that familiar figure was as usual, leaving her with a solid and straight back.
But now, looking at this figure, she felt only endless sadness and anger in her heart.
Orihemu snorted coldly and threw away Yelu Daiqin's arm, "That's enough! Now we know her identity! You are still protecting her like this! How long are you going to protect her?"
