Among Li Ziqian's seven powerful generals, there was a guy named Jin Zhengqi, who was the general who pursued Princess Yanran.

Jin Zhengqi returned to the palace to report, bowing and saying, "Your Majesty, Princess Yanran has escaped. I, your servant, have failed in my duties. Your Majesty, please punish me."

Li Ziqian was furious: "What! Yanran ran away? What are you doing?"

In fact, Jin Zhengqi could have killed her at that time, but considering that Princess Yanran was Li Ziqian's great-grandson, he did not dare to order the archers to shoot.

"Your Majesty, our people have already reached the archers' range. But, but, that is your great-grandson." Jin Zhengqi said with his head down.

Li Ziqian sighed and said, "She must have gone to the Song Dynasty. Send some people in disguise to capture Yan'er once they catch up with her. If she dares to resist, kill her."

Since Wang Kai became king, all power has been in the hands of Li Ziqian.

Wang Kai had also plotted a rebellion, but Li Ziqian was too powerful to be shaken. Before he could even start, he and Li Ziqian had already seized the throne.

Wang Yanran was Li Ziqian's most beloved great-grandson, but the desire for power eventually overcame family affection, and Li Ziqian decided to kill her.

"As you command!" Jin Zhengqi bowed and withdrew. He needed to organize a team of assassins. Since they were in the territory of the Song Dynasty, their identities must not be exposed.

Princess Yanran galloped on her horse, not daring to stop for even a moment. After an unknown amount of time, a mountain forest appeared before her.

The mountains here are high and the forests are dense, there is not even a mountain road. Princess Yanran wanted to cry but had no tears. How could such a young princess have suffered such a hardship before?

Looking around, there was not a single person in sight, let alone where to get to the Song Dynasty.

As the sky darkened, crows cried "Ah!" in the woods, and night owls cooed on the branches, which was a chilling sound.

Princess Yanran could no longer hold on and fell off her horse. She stopped crying. Now the burden of the entire future of the Goryeo Dynasty rested on her small shoulders. She had to be strong.

The white horse was very smart. It was breathing heavily and rubbing its neck against the crumbling Yanran.

She regained some consciousness, led the white horse to a big tree and lay down, while the white horse nibbled the grass under the tree.

Not knowing if the pursuers had caught up with her, she didn't dare to light a fire for fear of exposing herself. So she fell asleep under a tree, fully clothed.

I don’t know how long I slept, but the neighing of a white horse woke me up. After waking up, Yanran felt her hair stand on end.

Five or six hungry wolves surrounded the white horse. In the night, the wolves' eyes were deep green, like ghost fire from hell.

Without a mount, she couldn't reach the Song Dynasty. Princess Yanran didn't know where she got the courage from, but she drew the sword from her waist and rushed over: "Go away, go away! Don't bully my horse."

The coyotes in the mountains and forests were not as ferocious as the prairie wolves. They were frightened when they saw the cold and shining swords in the hands of the other side and retreated one after another.

Wolves are afraid of iron, so Yanran took the stirrups from the saddle, raised them and slammed them against each other. The harsh metallic sound scared away the hungry wolves.

A hungry wolf was unwilling to give up and quietly circled behind the white horse.

This white horse was a gift from the Jin Emperor to Li Ziqian. Li Ziqian gave this white horse to Yanran on her fifteenth birthday last year.

This was the white horse her great-grandfather had given her, and now her great-grandfather had usurped her father's throne. Yet she rode this white horse to the Song Dynasty to ask for reinforcements. How unpredictable life is.

The white horse raised its hind legs and kicked the coyote away. As a result, the wolves were so frightened that they fled into the forest.

Yanran let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground. Baima came over and rubbed his neck against her. Yanran gently stroked Baima's neck, feeling much more at ease.

After dawn, Princess Yanran mounted her horse and began to look for a way out. She didn't know which way to go to get out of the mountains and forests ahead and reach the border of the Song Dynasty.

"Watching chess pieces break, the clinking of woodcutters, I walk slowly at the edge of the valley. Selling firewood and wine, I laugh wildly and indulge myself. The autumn path is high and green, I pillow the moon on the roots of a pine tree, and sleep until dawn..."

Suddenly, a burst of singing sounded, and Princess Yanran was overjoyed. She followed the sound and saw a woodcutter coming down the mountain carrying a load of dry firewood.

The woodcutter looked at the beautiful Princess Yanran, dressed in white, and rubbed his eyes vigorously. "Could it be a fairy descending to earth? Or a monster blocking the road?"

It is said that some fairies transform themselves into beautiful women, stop passers-by and suck their blood.

The woodcutter was terrified at the thought of this. A beautiful lone girl holding a white horse, dressed in luxurious clothes, suddenly appeared in this desolate mountain. If she wasn't a monster, then what else could she be?

"Excuse me..." As soon as Princess Yanran opened her mouth, the other party was so scared that he dropped the firewood on his shoulder and stepped back in fear.

Princess Yanran was startled to see this ferocious-looking woodcutter. She was a little scared at first, but she didn't expect him to be even more scared than she was.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to ask for directions. Excuse me, how do I get to the border of the Great Song Dynasty?"

The sun was blinding, and the woodcutter took a closer look. He saw the beautiful girl's shadow. Legend has it that fairies don't have shadows, so he felt a little relieved. "Girl, why are you asking about the borders of the Song Dynasty? Why are you here alone in these desolate mountains?"

"My brother and I are businessmen. They went to the Song Dynasty to do fur business. It was all my fault that I got lost because I was too playful." Princess Yanran was very smart. She did not reveal her true identity.

The woodcutter had an idea: I have been chopping wood for thirty years, and suddenly a fairy fell from the sky. If I don’t pick her up, I’d be a fool.

The old bachelor in his forties had been hungry for more than twenty years, so it was a good opportunity to trick her home to be his wife.

"Well, young lady, it's just right for you to come with me. I'm going to Song territory to sell firewood." The woodcutter's eyes rolled.

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