"Hahaha……"
Ten days later.
The Northern Emperor issued an edict ordering Crown Prince Yuwen Yao to ascend the throne, and the day he received the edict would be the day he ascended the throne.
This ascension to the throne caused a subtle change in the expressions of the court officials.
Since ancient times, it is probably the first time in history that someone has been forced to ascend the throne so hastily by the emperor.
The celebratory bells tolled for a long time.
In no time, news of the new emperor's ascension to the throne of Beirong spread throughout the land.
Most of the people sighed, as if in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Emperor of Beirong had already changed hands.
Clad in a black robe, with eyebrows as dark as ink, and a cold and stern expression, Yuwen Yao, seated on a high throne, received the homage of the officials, yet showed no joy on his face.
After ascending the throne, his first decree was to cease hostilities, open the city gates, and allow the Southern Qi troops to enter the city.
The ministers objected, but their objections were futile, and in the end they could only retreat in silence.
For a moment, the entire capital city of Beirong seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloomy fog.
People would occasionally glance at the city gate, wondering when it would be breached.
They all wanted to know if the new emperor had gone mad.
...
Barbarians.
Inside the main camp, the burly, tall, and fierce man sat to one side, holding a wine jug in one hand and stroking a portrait spread out beside him with the other. He looked haggard and had a disheveled beard.
The painting depicts a woman, beautiful yet ethereal, reserved yet fierce, every smile and frown conveying the deepest emotions.
"Hehe... Look at you, you little devil! I've been looking for you for so long, but I still can't find you. Where have you been hiding? The Northern Emperor has changed hands, do you know that? Why haven't you heard a single word about it..."
As Zhuidamu murmured, he suddenly slammed the wine jug in his hand onto the ground, the sound breaking the silence. Immediately, someone entered and said, "My lord, please calm down."
"Calm down, calm down. You bunch of useless trash, you can't even find one person, and you're telling me to calm down?"
"Lord..."
"Reporting to my lord, a letter has just been delivered."
At this moment, someone outside the tent reported.
"explain."
Zhuidamu roared angrily.
The man immediately walked in with his head bowed and handed over a letter that was sealed very well with sealing wax.
Without even glancing at the person, Zydasen said to the newcomer, "Read it."
"……yes."
The person opened the envelope, but before even reading it, their expression changed slightly. "My lord, this is... a letter from the princess of Southern Qi."
"Nan Lingqin?"
Zhuidamu's chiseled features instantly hardened like a stern mountain peak, a hint of excitement flickering within him. "She wrote to me, could it be An Shangning...?"
Zhuidamu snatched the letter from Yifen's hand and quickly read it through. Then, instead of looking relaxed, his expression became even darker and more terrifying than before.
"My... my lord..."
"Someone come here."
At Zhuidamu's command, someone immediately appeared.
"Prepare to depart; I am about to leave the barbarians."
"...My lord, the Northern Rong and Southern Qi are currently at war, while the Western Xia are standing by and watching. If you are not in the barbarian lands right now, what if someone attacks you..."
"Won't."
Zhuidamu was resolute and decisive.
If Duanmu Rong wanted to make a move, he would have done it long ago. Why would he wait until Yuwen Yao of Beirong ascends the throne?
Hmph, either it's because of Nan Lingqin, or her brain has long been broken.
"But I've heard that the Crown Prince of Xixia is dead, and the murderer has yet to be found... "
"No matter who killed her, it must have nothing to do with Nan Lingqin."
Zhuidamu had a clear voice, otherwise Duanmu Rong would have made a move long ago.
It's not that he has any deep affection for Xuanyuan Du, but rather that, after all, he is the heir apparent of Xuanyuan, and it's also said that he has an extraordinary bond with the Emperor of Xixia.
Whether it's a matter of public or private matters, if Nan Lingqin was the one who made the move, Duanmu Rong would not have turned a blind eye.
After all, the Western Xia were not afraid of trouble, and their ministers were even less afraid of trouble.
Upon seeing this, the messenger immediately withdrew and obeyed orders to deploy troops.
An hour later, Zydasen led a group of elite soldiers out of the barbarian border and headed straight for Beirong.
According to what Nan Lingqin said in her letter, she had not been able to find An Shangning and was almost questioning him. If he was not in her hands, then An Shangning must have been in danger. At the same time, Nan Lingqin also mentioned some clues that she had sent people to find in the past few days.
Previously, the people he sent out had said that An Shangning, along with An Shangyu and her people, had headed towards Beirong.
Therefore, he must go to Beirong first; no matter what, he must find An Shangning.
I won't let go.
"Whoosh—"
A sharp arrow suddenly pierced the air, and Zhuidamu, atop his spirited horse, barely managed to catch it.
Seeing this, the elite soldiers were about to give chase when Chui Damu raised his hand to stop them. Then, his eagle eyes, which held a sharp glint, looked at the bamboo slip in his hand and stepped forward. There, tied with a letter, was a letter.
The staphyllum was removed, unfolded, and then its color changed.
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