The system's alarm kept ringing, and the countdown was about to end. But Ye Qingwan just held Ning Shaoqing's hand tightly, and refused to let go no matter what.

Section 114

Ye Qingwan closed her eyes and waited for fate to come.

She is very sad now. She really doesn't want to start over again. It has been too difficult to get to this point today. She shouldn't give up so easily.

But the reason why humans are humans, and not animals, is because humans have emotions and moral bottom lines. If a human can easily abandon a partner who has been with her through thick and thin, then she really needs to feel sorry for being born as a human.

The system is about to reset, please be prepared!

When the system said the last word "one", a blinding light flashed before her eyes, and then her head buzzed, and the pain spread throughout her brain, making her brain feel like it was going to explode.

But the next second, the white light suddenly disappeared, and the pain was instantly relieved a lot.

But the pain just now was too severe, my nerves were numb, and my body almost lost all consciousness. I just felt as if someone had picked me up and thrown me aside.

When she recovered, she found herself leaning against a huge rock, and Qingqing was lying beside her, already unconscious.

It seems that it was someone from Undercurrent who saved Ning Shaoqing, so she didn't maliciously tamper with the plot, so the system reset failed.

"You can let go now." The person who spoke was a person in black, but she was a woman and was not among those who attacked them just now.

After she reminded her, Ye Qingwan noticed that her hand was still tightly holding Ning Shaoqing.

"Why are you here again?" Ye Qingwan recognized her. She was the idiot who forced her to marry to the grassland in the capital.

At the time, I thought she was from the grassland, but I didn’t expect that she was actually from the undercurrent.

The man squatted in front of Ye Qingwan and shrugged apologetically: "I don't want to do this either, but you and I need your cooperation."

"What are you cooperating with? Cooperating to be killed by you?" She found that this woman was somewhat ill.

"That can't happen. You have to stay alive. I still need to cooperate with you."

cooperate?!

Ye Qingwan looked at the black-clad men holding swords around her, and then looked at Ning Shaoqing who had been poisoned and unconscious. You call this cooperation?

You can't say such things unless you have had a cerebral thrombosis for ten years.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Ye Qingwan asked unhappily.

She was good-tempered and said with a smile: "It's very simple. You go back to the grassland, continue to be your Ke Dun, support Tuoba Xiong to become the Great Khan, and then persuade the Prime Minister to stand on my side."

"By the way, you still don't know who I am, right? I am the client of Undercurrent. The entire Undercurrent belongs to me. I am also the posthumous daughter of Nangong Qiuming."

Nangong Qiuming is the eldest son of the late emperor and the elder brother of the current emperor. He is resolute and brave, trusts people and is a hard-working person. He is kind and has great political foresight. He can be said to be a man of both virtue and talent.

He was the only candidate for the throne at that time, but for some unknown reason, he led his army to surround the palace and rebel when the emperor was seriously ill, and was finally beheaded within the palace wall by the current emperor.

As the posthumous daughter of Nangong Qiuming, she gathered her father's former subordinates together and formed an undercurrent that made people in the martial arts world tremble in fear, all for the purpose of killing the current emperor one day, avenging her father and taking back the throne that belonged to her father.

"That's it?" Ye Qingwan asked in disbelief.

She nodded innocently, "Yeah, that's it."

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Why are you fighting?" When you have time, shake your head to see if there is any water in it.

But she said proudly: "If I don't push you into a desperate situation, can you promise me?"

"I can." Ye Qingwan was also confused. I was planning to do this anyway. Aren't you just wasting money by lighting a lamp for a blind man?

"Ah?!" She was confused: "Why are you willing?"

"Why shouldn't I be willing?" Ye Qingwan discovered that this person was not sick, but had a low IQ, an extremely low one. Calling her an elementary school student was an insult to the word "primary school student".

"Rebellion is a serious crime punishable by the execution of nine generations of your clan. How could you be willing to do that?" She was wondering if Ye Qingwan was lying to her.

Ye Qingwan almost had the word fake smile carved on her face. Because that's how my plot goes. I'm the vicious female supporting role, so of course I have to be as vicious as possible.

"I can help you, but my father can't. He is old and has always been feared by the emperor. If there is any movement in his place, the emperor will know about it. So looking for my father will only alert the enemy."

Her father was loyal to the emperor and patriotic all his life. It would be better to kill him than to ask him to rebel.

"No, I cooperate with you because your father is the prime minister, powerful and can help us a lot. If he doesn't come, what use would I have for you?"

Ye Qingwan was speechless. Who was she looking down on?

Sister, I am the villain who controls the overall situation. It’s not that I look down on you, but without me, with your IQ, you can’t accomplish anything.

"And I believe that if the Prime Minister knew who I was, he would be willing to help me. He was my father's teacher and his biggest supporter." She said proudly.

Having said that, Ye Qingwan seemed to understand a little bit why the old emperor was so afraid of her father. It turned out there was such a story.

The script didn't say it explicitly, but only mentioned it vaguely. And in her previous cycle, she was lazy and skipped it because it wasn't her part.

What a sin.

"Then I'll try. If my father doesn't want to, you are not allowed to make things difficult for him." Ye Qingwan said reluctantly.

The two reached an agreement, and she gave Ning Shaoqing the antidote, but she stuffed a poison pill into Ye Qingwan's mouth.

"This is a unique poison in our undercurrent, and it will take effect every fifteenth full moon. If there is no antidote, your intestines will be ruptured, and you will bleed from all seven orifices and die. If you are obedient, I will give you the antidote regularly every month. But if you dare to play tricks on me, I will make sure you die without a burial place."

After hearing this, Ye Qingwan almost asked the system for a skill that makes her immune to all poisons. Are you dumbfounded?

The client had them both sent back to the dental tent.

The fighting in the tent had ended at this time, and the soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield and the corpses, but traces of burning and killing could still be seen at any time.

The cavalrymen who rebelled last night were the Khan's eldest son, second son and his two younger brothers, who supported the eldest son. However, they were opposed by other brothers and uncles, and they fought bravely and tried to seize power, but failed in the end.

Now all the remaining people gathered in the big tent to discuss the successor to the Great Khan.

The most popular candidate is the Great Khan's fifth son Tuoba Jin. He is the son of the Great Khan and Ren Kedun. His mother is a princess from another tribe and has a very noble status.

In addition, Tuoba Jin was brave and good at fighting, so the Great Khan would take him with him every time he went out to fight. The only ones who could compete with him were the eldest and second brothers. But now the eldest and second brothers are dead, and there is almost no one who can compete with him.

"I support the five princes. Anyone who disagrees can stand up and fight me."

"I object."

"Let's go out and try it out."

There was a fierce quarrel inside, and even swords were drawn. It felt like the next round of war was about to begin.

To be honest, the people of the grassland are really fierce. They will never argue if they would rather fight.

It is undeniable that political power comes from the barrel of a gun.