Nurhadu was slightly stunned, then frowned.

He waved his hand and asked Anda to take the maid down to rest first, while he stayed in the tent to ponder.

He understood that Empress Dowager Chaharan sent her maid to see him because she must have something important to discuss, and this matter was most likely related to Li Yunting.

Soon, the maid was brought back to Nurhadu. After she bowed to him, she stated her purpose directly: "The Queen Mother hopes to meet with you to discuss important matters."

Nurhadu nodded in agreement.

He didn't know what Queen Mother Chaharan was planning, but he also knew that this might be a good opportunity to clear out the chaos in the royal court.

As night fell, Nurhadu went to the Queen Mother's tent alone.

He passed through heavy guards and finally met Empress Dowager Chaharan.

The Queen Mother sat in the tent with a solemn expression. When she saw Nurhadu coming, she waved her hand and asked the maids to leave, leaving only the two of them.

"Nurhadu, I called you here because I have something important to discuss with you." Queen Mother Chaharan said straight to the point.

Nurhadu nodded and signaled her to continue.

"That woman, Li Yunting, came to see me today and brought me a bottle of poison." Queen Mother Chaharan said, pushing the small porcelain bottle on the table in front of Nurhadu. "She hopes that I can use this bottle of poison to get rid of the Right Wise Prince."

When Nurhadu heard this, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes. He picked up the small porcelain bottle, examined it carefully, and then put it down.

"Queen Mother, what are you going to do?" he asked in a deep voice.

"I won't do that," Queen Mother Chaharan said firmly. "Although the Right Wise Prince and I have a grudge, I won't use such means to get rid of him. Furthermore, I suspect Li Yunting's motives are not pure. She may be trying to use me to achieve her own goals."

Nurhadu's frown relaxed slightly after hearing this. He was pleased with Queen Mother Chaharan's decision. In this court full of political intrigue, it was rare for the Queen Mother to remain sober and resolute.

"The Queen Mother is wise," he agreed. "Li Yunting's actions are indeed suspicious. She may be hiding a larger conspiracy. We must not be easily led by her."

Queen Mother Chaharan nodded, agreeing with Nurhadu's opinion. She knew very well that Li Yunting was no ordinary woman. From the moment she entered the royal court, she seemed to have some ulterior motive.

"What should I do then?" she asked.

Nurhadu stared deeply at the small medicine bottle on the table, and a plan gradually formed in his mind.

The bottle of poison seemed to be a potential trump card in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Three days later, the night sky of the grassland seemed to be lit up by fireworks, as if stars had fallen to the earth.

This grand banquet was specially held by Empress Dowager Chaharan to celebrate the crown prince's recovery.

It has been a long time since there has been such a lively and festive scene on the grassland.

The bonfire was burning, reflecting people's happy faces, and the aroma of roasted lamb filled the air, arousing people's endless appetite.

As the singing and dancing began, beautiful dancers in gorgeous costumes danced gracefully in the firelight, like dreamy elves.

The sound of the horse-head fiddle is melodious, and the unique melody echoes in the night sky, as if telling an ancient legend on the grassland.

The nobles sat together, drinking, chatting and laughing. Their laughter and cheers rose and fell, interweaving with the night breeze on the grassland, forming a moving melody.

But in this joyful atmosphere, Nurhatu remained calm and alert. He knew that this banquet was not just a simple celebration, but also a power field with undercurrents.

He looked around, his eyes moving through the crowd. Li Yunting's figure was looming in the dim light, with a smile on her face, but her eyes revealed an elusive depth.

Nurhadu knew in his heart that this banquet was destined to be turbulent, and he had to be careful to avoid being caught up in this unknown storm.

The Right Wise King, Ye Sugan, rode his warhorse and entered the banquet venue in a heroic manner. Even though he did not need to inspect the territory now, he was still wearing armor. His rough face looked even more majestic and terrifying in the firelight.

"Queen Mother, look at my prey today!"

At his command, the servants behind him threw down several wild wolves and wild deer. These prey had just been hunted, and the smell of blood immediately spread around the campfire.

The prince was terrified when he saw the wolf with its fangs bared, and quickly hid behind his mother, Queen Chaharan. This action naturally did not escape the sharp eyes of the Right Wise King.

"You are even afraid of dead prey, Prince. Your experience is far from enough." Ye Sugan stepped forward and grabbed the prince's arm, intending to pull him up to face the bloody scene.

"Right Wise Prince, the prince has just recovered and his body has not yet recovered. He should not be frightened like this." Queen Mother Chaharan hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but Ye Sugan seemed to turn a deaf ear and insisted on having his own way.

He suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and with a flash of cold light, Empress Dowager Chaharan was immediately frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Come! Take this dagger and peel off the wolf skin as a gift to your mother!" Yesugan stuffed the dagger into the prince's hand without saying a word, and then forcefully dragged him to the campfire.

The strong smell of blood hit the prince's nose, and he felt a wave of nausea rising in his heart. He tried his best to resist the urge to retch, and tears welled up in his eyes but never fell.

This scene caused quite a stir at the banquet, with the Xirong nobles whispering and talking about it.

Some nobles had already supported the Right Wise King, and were now happy to watch this good show, with fawning smiles on their faces; others were disdainful of the Right Wise King's autocracy, but due to his huge power, they could only dare to be angry but not speak out.

However, among this group of nobles, there are also those who speak out for justice.

A man stepped forward and said righteously, "Right Wise Prince, as an important minister assisting the Crown Prince, how dare you be so disrespectful and threaten the Crown Prince!"

Yesu glared at the nobleman, the flesh on his face trembling, revealing his displeasure, but he did not attack immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked at the prince with a provocative look, the dagger in his hand flashing coldly in the firelight.

The prince held the dagger in his hand, but his body was trembling slightly. He looked at his mother, his eyes full of help.

Queen Mother Chaharan looked at her son with heartache, but she was helpless. She couldn't show up easily at this moment, otherwise it would only make Ye Sugan more arrogant.

"Anyone who dares to prevent me from teaching the prince is committing treason!"

Ye Sugan's voice echoed in the night sky like thunder, full of majesty and unquestionable authority.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a torch and hit the nobleman on the shoulder with lightning speed.

The sudden attack caught the noble off guard and he fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.