Errihemu chuckled and started making jokes. He was worried that he would not be able to find a chance to defeat his second brother, "Dai Qin? Do you want to disobey your father's will?"
"One code equals the other! Don't judge him from left to right!" Yelu Daiqin said sternly.
Father? Jinghua Hairpin's already frightened mood aroused thousands of waves at the sound of her father's voice. Suddenly, she remembered Wen Chan's worries all along.
Could it be that he is really from Beidi? I have been deceived for so long!
She struggled to get up and stood in front of Yelu Daiqin. Wen Chan and Qing'e also stood up.
"You -" Jing Huahan glanced at Erihemu, and then looked at Yeludaiqin steadily, the ends of his eyes were already flushed, and his voice could not stop trembling slightly, "What did he just say to you?" Father? Didn’t you say you are a spice merchant from Dongli!”
Yelu Daiqin didn't want to tell Jing Huahan his true identity so quickly, but he didn't expect Eri Hemu to say so.
Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, he simply sneered and showed his cards.
"Yes, I am indeed not a spice merchant!" As he said this, he raised his finger and pointed at Jing Huahan's face, scolding him loudly, "Didn't you also hide your true identity from me!"
"You also said that your family runs a bank!" He stabbed at Jinghua's hairpin with his sinister eyes, as if he wanted to throw all the hatred that Beidi had suppressed by Dajing for many years onto her face, "Say Tell me! Should it be opened from internal funds or from the national treasury?"
Jing Huahan stared in surprise. She didn't expect that her princess's identity had already been leaked.
Similarly, Wen Chan and Qing'e on the side were really shocked and stood beside Jinghua Hairpin.
"Speak! What? You have nothing to say?" Yelu Daiqin's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead burst out. His handsome face had now become terrifying.
Jing Huahan had no time to pay attention to his rage. She just wanted to know whether the person in front of her was from Beidi.
She took a step back, looked at the person in front of her up and down carefully, and said with a choked voice, "So - you are not from Dongli at all?"
Yelu Daiqin said nothing, turned his back to Jinghua Hairpin, and tried to calm his mind.
Thinking of the past, he felt that everything had become so unspeakable.
I really didn't expect that after just one night, the two people's identities turned into enemies.
"You are right!" Orihemu snorted coldly and looked at Jinghua Hairpin, "We are the Beidi people who have been oppressed by your Dajing for many years!"
After finishing speaking, he took a few steps closer to Jinghua Hairpin, stretched out a hand, palm upward, tilted his head, his eyes full of contempt.
"Bring it! The noble Princess Dajing! But -" he raised his eyebrows and swept the Jinghua hairpin up and down, "Now, you are no longer worthy of the title of princess! Your Dajing country has been subjugated!" he said After that, he laughed wildly again.
My heart was overflowing with grief and indignation, and my eyes were filled with endless humiliation.
Hiding in Tibet, it turned out that he had fallen into the enemy's devil's cave a long time ago! It’s hard to calm down!
That’s it! Right now, the worst thing that can happen is the word 'death'!
She Jinghua Hairpin is not afraid of death, she is just afraid that her death will not be worth it! Even if she dies, she will die on the city gate tower of Dajing——
Death - he must die in front of the people of Dajing, not in the plains thousands of miles outside the city.
She slowly closed her eyes and then slowly opened them again. She had not slept all night, her black hair fell down her shoulders, her slender waist looked so miserable in the wide sleeves of her gown, and her brows were indifferent and sad.
"What?" Jing Huahan knew that Errihemu was asking for the token, but she would not hand it over so easily.
Not only could she not hand over the token, she had to find a way to save her life!
This token means that the millions of soldiers in Dajing will be united under the enemy's command - once they are handed over, there will be no hope of recovering Dajing.
This sinner—she, Jing Huahan, doesn’t want to be the one!
"Stop pretending!" Ori and Mu have always been impatient, "The token! I know it's on you! You'd better hand it over obediently! Don't let me search you personally!"
Jing Huahan sneered and took a few steps back, looking around at everyone in the tent, his mind racing on how to act.
After all, the token is hidden on her body. Judging from the posture of this group of people, if she can't get the token, Ori and Muzhen can search her body.
At that time, even the token will be obtained by others, and my body will be defiled - not appropriate!
There was silence for a moment, and Orihemu urged with a cold face, "Take it out quickly!"
Yelu Daiqin couldn't stand listening anymore, and he felt some pity for Jinghua Hairpin in his heart.
"Brother Imperial! Father only said he wanted people! He didn't say he wanted to search for tokens immediately!"
"Shut up!" Errihemu raised his brows and looked at Yelvdaiqin, "Second brother! Your wings are really strong now! Do you really want to disobey your father! Just because of this former princess? "
When Errihemu said this, Yelvdaiqin had no choice but to keep silent.
He wanted the throne, and he couldn't let himself fall into the hands of Ori and Mu. He had always been very careful about this.
Therefore, Jing Huahan's life and death seemed not that important to him.
He turned around and stopped looking.
This scene made Jing Huahan completely disheartened.
