Outside the Chinese army's big tent, Zha Ganbari stood in the wind covered with fur, watching the guards move the objects out of each tent one by one.
The princess of the previous dynasty has been found, and they no longer need to be stationed on this plain.
It's time to enter the capital.
The fatigue of the past few days could finally rest, but at this time, there was another thing that worried him.
"Azhislen." He waved his hand towards his entourage.
Hearing the sound, Azileng put the roster in his hand into the hands of the guard on the side and ran to Chagan Bari's side.
"Third Prince——"
Chaganba looked around and saw that the sky was almost bright.
"Is there any news about the prisoner the eldest prince released?"
"No news, but don't worry, my lord, that boy drank our Mengshisan. If he doesn't drink the antidote, he will definitely die in half an hour! I feel that he will definitely come back!"
Cha Ganbari lowered his head and thought for a moment, kicked a pebble away from his feet, and nodded, "I hope! I hope he can attract the young general from Zhenguo Mansion."
As soon as he finished speaking, two guards came running towards this side.
"Report to the Third Prince! Someone is reporting from the front! A group of soldiers and horses wearing armor are coming to us!"
"Your Majesty! I'm afraid that the Major General has arrived!" Azizileng looked at Zha Ganbari with gleaming eyes, and then at the imperial guard who came to report the news, "Approximately how many troops are there on the other side?"
"Not many! It looks like there are less than a hundred people!"
"Are our troops everywhere ready?" After hearing this, Chagan Bari was already sure of victory.
"Everything is ready! He will definitely take it when he comes!"
After saying this, Chagan Bari thought of the princess from Da Jing again.
The hazy early sun has slowly risen from the eastern horizon, and traces of orange-red light gradually drive away the coldness in the air.
He squinted his eyes, glanced in the direction of Xi Zhang, and said in a deep voice: "It's too late, Azileng."
"The humble position is here!"
"Go, go to the west tent and pass my message to the eldest prince to escort Jinghua Hairpin into the capital immediately. No one can stop him!"
"yes!"
Yelu Daiqin didn't know how to respond to these words of Errihemu.
Yes - what reason do you have for not wanting to? And why do you want to be unwilling?
But he just couldn't see Jing Huahan committing himself to Errihemu.
Just as he was about to speak, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent.
Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed through the door.
Azileng bowed and took a breath, "The third prince orally ordered the eldest prince to set off immediately and escort the princess of the previous dynasty to the capital without any mistakes!"
"So urgent? There's no need, right? We're entering the capital today! Why care about this moment and a half!" With Jinghua Hairpin's promise, the wind in Erri and Mu's heart changed.
Azileng admired his master's wisdom in his heart and predicted the future.
He sneered, "The third prince also said that no one is allowed to stop it, the eldest prince, you can handle it yourself!"
As soon as these words came out, Jinghua Hairpin became anxious.
She was afraid that Qing'e wouldn't be able to escape smoothly.
She didn't have time to think too much, she quickly grabbed Orihemu's sleeve, bit her lip, and frowned slightly, giving birth to a lot of helplessness and stubbornness.
Finally, he spoke.
"You - promised me! Let her go -"
Although Errihemu is usually rude, he is also a man of his word.
Without thinking, he waved his hand and ordered, "Take this slave back to the city and abandon the carriage as soon as he enters the city gate!"
"yes!"
After saying that, he looked at Azileng and asked, "Is the carriage ready?"
"Everything is ready!"
"Let's go? The former princess——" Errihemu glanced at Jinghua's hairpin.
Jing Hua stood up, walked to Qing'e, took out the handkerchief that was stuffed in her mouth, and untied her.
"Princess!" Qing'e cried loudly and threw herself into Jinghua Hairpin's arms.
This cry was heartbreaking, and Jing Huahan's tears also fell.
She understood that at this moment, they all realized that the Great King Dynasty had really come to an end.
"Stop crying -" Jinghua Hairpin held Qing'e's face, raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and squeezed out a smile.
"From now on, you will be free! Live well - live!"
After that, she got up and walked outside the tent.
"Princess——" Qing'e cried and went to grab Jinghua's hairpin hand, but was already held by two guards.
"Let's go!" Orihemu shouted, and the people in the tent followed him outside.
The cold wind rolled up the fur collar of the fox fur, Jinghua Hairpin shrank down, and walked towards a six-horse carriage under the leadership of two guards.
"Please! Princess!"
Jing Hua turned around and saw Erri Hemu walking behind him at some point.
Looking at his half-smiling face, Jing Huahan couldn't tell for a moment whether he was truly respectful from the bottom of his heart or was deliberately sarcastic.
She lowered her eyes and looked faintly into the distance.
The tents have been dismantled one by one, and the plain has returned to its endless expanse.
"I'm no longer a princess—"
"But-" She turned to look at Ori and Mu.
