When their former classmates heard that the young master and young lady of the prefect's family had found them a good job, the kind that would make them famous for all time, they were overjoyed.

Most of them were not short of money, and studying for the imperial examinations was not easy; such a good thing was extremely rare.

When a group of students were taken to the grassland by the carriage of Fengyue Tower, they were completely bewildered.

“This is all territory that Huo Xiaolong conquered, so teach him.” The chubby grandson, Sun Ziyang, said with a wave of his hand.

What should we teach?

“We’re teaching Central Plains dialect. Huo Xiaolong is the youngest in our class and the youngest among her peers. We’ve all taken good care of her back then, so shouldn’t we continue to take care of her?”

"They've already finished the fight, so shouldn't we be the ones to teach them?"

These two siblings have been good talkers since they were little. Anyway, after a few words of persuasion, the group of people were able to settle down.

The day was fine and sunny. Sun Ziyang gathered all the teachers together and said…

"As you all know, our classmate Huo Xiaolong led his troops to conquer the imperial court, and the new king of the grasslands has ascended the throne. He invited us to attend the ceremony."

Did you hear that? They've invited us to witness the crowning ceremony. This is a glory that only powerful clans and aristocratic families in the Great Yan Dynasty have, and now they have it too.

The classmates were quite proud, but when the steeds galloped to the royal court, they were furious to learn that the new king of the grasslands was another classmate.

"No, it's one thing for me to come all this way to teach, but is the new king of the grasslands an old acquaintance?"

"Isn't this one of the three most mischievous troublemakers in our class? Is she the Queen of the Grasslands?"

"I heard that the new king of the grasslands is the former fifth princess, so..."

"So she was a princess from the very beginning?"

"I shared a classroom with a princess?"

It's no wonder these people, influenced by Huo Xiaolong, aren't exactly bright-headed. At this moment, they don't care whether they're rebelling or not; they're all incredibly happy. Suddenly, I sit up in shock, realizing that the powerful clan I belong to is none other than myself.

Da Nier donned the royal robes and led the people in a sacrificial ceremony. This time, the ceremony was not a physical sacrifice, but a worship of the heavens, announcing to the grasslands that a new king had been appointed.

The dark-skinned girl who ascended the throne looked at Huo Xiaolong beside her and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"The grasslands only respect you, and I only respect you. The contract must bear your seal; I will not recognize anyone else's."

The girl in red armor smiled and raised her head, whispering the same thing.

"Don't worry, we will eventually get what we want."

Grandma Wang held the ashes of Da Ni'er's biological father, letting him watch this scene from underground. "Look how promising this child is," she said, "so many tribes will listen to her."

The tribal chief knew that even if he wasn't afraid of the new king, he should be afraid of the red-armored girl beside him.

This young girl is the real power holder.

If she hadn't spoken, the Fifth Princess wouldn't have returned to inherit the throne.

With the army about to return to the capital, Da Ni'er disregarded all rules after the coronation ceremony. She continued to eat and live in Huo Xiaolong's camp, where he would review memorials in front of her every day, scolding her as he did so.

He married a lot of concubines, but none of their children survived.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

"What kind of thing is this? It can't even protect its own children!"

"The sooner this kind of person dies, the sooner they'll be reincarnated!"

Long'er and Xiangxiang have been quite idle lately, with no injuries or battles. They spend their days riding horses across the grasslands, leaving Dani alone to painstakingly review official documents.

Originally, the second sister had decided to listen to her father, play the role of the grassland king for a while, and then hand over this mess to someone else in a few days.

Her second brother has many concubines and must have a lot of children. She can just pick one from among them.

In the end, nothing happened...

The mistresses said so.

“It’s not like we haven’t had children before. Every time we had one, the Imperial Advisor killed it, and we cried our eyes out. Your second brother didn’t even try to comfort us back then; instead, he gave us the cold shoulder. Since that’s the case, we should all just drink the contraceptive soup. Even if we don’t have children, our maternal tribes will still have to support us.”

Then Da Ni'er went to her fourth brother's place. The girl had a good plan: "My fourth brother is in cahoots with the Imperial Advisor. The Imperial Advisor has to leave him a child."

When the time comes, we'll bring the child back and let Huo Xiaolong train him for a few years—no, I mean, teach him for a few years—and he'll definitely be presentable.

"The moment the lady learned of the Fourth Prince's death, she took her child and committed suicide."

"All the children?" Dani asked incredulously, striking the ground with her whip.

Can you save one for me?

What mistake did the child make this time?

You want to die, fine, but you also want to take your child with you?

"Yes, the lady was afraid that the child would be humiliated in the hands of others, so she went with him."

Da Ni'er looked at the two people who were drowsy and sprawled out on the chairs, and she was so angry that her teeth itched.

"You two, help me out!"

The little girl, dressed in plain clothes and looking dazed, was woken up by the shout. She then looked at Da Nier and said...

"I don't know how. I can't understand your stuff. My grassland language has never been very good. You should ask Huo Xiaolong."

Long'er was snoring softly, her mouth slightly open, a few glistening drops at the corner of her lips, and she mumbled a sleepy reply.

"Look for Sun Zixi."

Watching the children running wildly across the hillside from outside the tent, Miss Sun, with a kind face, sneezed, unaware of what was about to happen.

All she knew was that these things placed in front of her were not things she should be looking at.

Leaving aside the fact that she was a member of the Great Yan Dynasty, why would she have seen the secrets of the Yalan Royal Court?

The girl closed her eyes, pushed the memorial aside, and said...

"I can't understand the grassland language, and I don't know anything about royal court secrets, so don't look for me."

“Then I’ll go find your brother,” Dani’er said.

"You just think he's stupid!"

"Yes, I knew he was stupid! We've been classmates for so many years, if you don't help me, who will? There are so many memorials, I can't possibly finish reviewing them all. If I had known, I wouldn't have become this wretched grassland king, I would have gone home to bake flatbread!"

"You're morally blackmailing me, Wang Dani'er!" Sun Zixi retorted, her old spoiled brat temper resurfacing. Besides, Dani'er was somewhat of a bully in this matter.

"Yeah, so what if I kidnapped you! Look at those two! Is either of them reliable?"

Huo Xiaolong and Hou Xiangxiang were moved to the bed by Da Nier. The two of them slept sprawled out, their clothes rolled up, revealing their fair bellies.

“Da Ni’er, this won’t do. You need to develop your own trusted confidants,” Sun Zixi advised kindly.

"I am developing, and now I am developing you."

"What I mean is you need to find some steppe people."

"Yes, my guards are all from the grasslands."

Sun Zixi sighed deeply. "When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless. Enough talk, let's do it."