"No, no, it's not the princes who are rebelling."

Yan Jiaoran shook her head.

"Hmm?" Qin Yuan sobered up a little and asked in confusion, "What else could it be?"

He really couldn't think of it.

In the current Great Zhou Dynasty, apart from the rebellion of the vassal kings, the siege of Mount Tai and the preparation for beheading, what other big things could there be?

Could it be that Jia Shixian, that old bastard, has brought the United Nations forces to attack the Great Zhou?

No way.

The grassland has just experienced a severe winter.

If we can’t even feed the Huns, how can we feed the hundreds of thousands of troops who are marching on this long expedition?

Besides, were the emperors of those countries crazy? They sent their troops on a long expedition across tens of thousands of kilometers of supply lines without any preparation?

No way, this is absolutely impossible.

Qin Yuan was no longer sleepy and was staring at Yan Jiaoran in front of him.

She looked sad and desperate.

Qin Yuan took a deep breath and asked solemnly.

"What happened?"

Yan Jiaoran's eyes suddenly turned red, and she leaned into Qin Yuan's arms and cried.

"Woo..."

"You bastard, something big has happened... a really big thing..."

“Woo…”

Yan Jiaoran was breathing hard.

Qin Yuan hugged her, patted her shoulders gently, and spoke softly.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up for you."

"Come on, tell me, what happened?"

Yan Jiaoran sobbed for a long time and said with difficulty:

"Dog...dog man..."

"Well, I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here." Qin Yuan seemed to be coaxing a child.

"You...do you like boys or girls?"

A sly smile suddenly appeared in his choked voice.