Big Moon Ballad

"An songs?"

When Suman heard the name, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had traveled across the Great Wall when he was young, knew the Central Plains dialect, and could understand what Ying Baoyue was saying. Suman always felt that he had heard this name from the White Wolf King, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was.

Ying Baoyue noticed his expression, "Yes, you should know her."

When Ji Ange was still young, Xirong proposed to Nanchu that Da Siming's daughter should go to Xirong for marriage, but Ji Mo flatly refused. As the patriarch of the Chunyu clan, Suman must have heard Ji Ange's name when discussing the marriage.

Thinking of this matter, Ying Baoyue couldn't help but feel complicated. If she had been told that she would send Ji Ange to Xirong for marriage, she would not have allowed it even if she bulldozed the White Wolf Palace.

But now, she wants to keep Ji Ange on this grassland with her own hands.

Ying Baoyue's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble. Is this really good?

Before she could regret it, the cavalry team in the distance started making noises.

Ji Ange stepped out of the carriage and took off the veil from his face.

After being surrounded by the army of the previous Shi Zhai King and almost being killed, Ji Ange kept her veil tightly covered even in front of Zhao Guang and never took off her veil.

Although Zhao Guang's personal soldiers had been escorting the carriage, they had never seen the appearance of the princess-to-be.

At this time, Ji Ange climbed up to the height of the carriage and took off her veil in public, which shocked everyone.

The older cavalrymen and Xirong nobles were even more shocked when they saw her appearance. Some even instinctively wanted to kneel down. After they recovered, they realized that this face was much younger than the one they remembered. .

"She is……"

Although she was far away, Suman had excellent eyesight and could see the girl's appearance clearly at a glance.

He also recognized who she was at first sight.

Even though it was clear that it couldn't be that person, the moment he saw that face, Suman still felt a tremor coming from the depths of his soul.

How could it be so similar?

"You should know who she is, right?" Ying Baoyue looked at Ji Ange who was standing on the carriage from a distance, restraining the sting in her heart, "She is the daughter of my master and Ji Mo, Ji Ange."

With Ji Ange's face, no one would doubt her identity.

Suman's eyes became complicated, "Why is Da Siming's daughter here?"

"She followed me to Xirong, but she got separated from me on the way and has been with Chun Yuguang." Ying Baoyue looked at Suman coldly, "Is this child worthy enough to become Chun Yuguang's princess?"

The child with the blood of two eight-person gods will become the White Wolf Princess of Xirong.

This is a big event, and Suman himself doesn't know how much impact it will have on the entire Xirong and Central Plains cultivation world.

"It's natural enough," Suman was silent for a moment, "but can you make the decision?"

This girl is not only the daughter of Da Siming, but also the daughter of Donghuang Taiyi.

Ji Mo refused the marriage back then. If he didn't agree to take back his daughter, it would bring new troubles to Xirong.

"If Ji Mo makes trouble, I will stop him," Ying Baoyue said expressionlessly, "As for whether I can make the decision, can you make the decision completely?"

Ying Baoyue looked deeply into Suman's eyes, "We both understand some things. You are just a person who was left behind."

Suman's heart trembled, and the hand that twisted the rosary stopped for the first time.

He suddenly understood that Ying Baoyue knew all about the secrets hidden under the White Wolf King's court.

That's all, after all, she is Shao Siming.

Suman sighed in his heart, "I understand."

He took a deep breath and used his true energy to spread his voice far away.

"You sons of Xirong, listen!"

"As the leader of the Chunyu clan, I recommend Chunyu Guang, the Tenth King of Zhai, to be the next White Wolf King!"

"My sons of Xirong, stop fighting and serve the new king!"

Suman's voice echoed above the White Wolf Court. The cavalry who were still fighting stopped one by one and looked around blankly.    Chun Yuguang?

Many of them have not even heard of this name.

But when they heard about the Tenth King Zhai, many of them understood who he was.

One after another, the gazes came over.

Zhao Guang's hand holding the sword slowly dropped from the horse, feeling as if he had turned into a hedgehog.

But he did not avoid these gazes. Instead, under the protection of his personal guards, he rode towards the direction of Ji Ange's carriage.

There was a roar in the distance, like thunder.

"Why!"

"Bastard!"

Like a furious lion, Chun Yuyi rushed towards Zhao Guang with his saber raised. He slashed the people around him frantically, causing blood to fly everywhere.

Ying Baoyue frowned.

Before she could take action, Suman moved her lips slightly and said, "Stop him."

Two black figures shot out from behind Suman and suddenly appeared next to Chun Yuyi, holding him one on the left and one on the right. One of them reached out and touched his mute point.

When the soldiers around Chun Yuyi saw this scene, their eyes widened in shock, but before they could take action, their heads all rolled off their necks.

There were other cavalrymen who wanted to act rashly, but they were all restrained by other Xirong practitioners.

Su Man's voice was like a bell, "This is the decision of the Chunyu clan leader. If anyone is dissatisfied, just come to me!"

No one could come to him alive.

Chunyu He sensed that something was wrong and led his royal army away from the main battlefield and fled outside the White Wolf King's Court.

Suman did not send anyone to pursue him, but watched as King Erdi left with his men.

Ying Baoyue looked at the two black figures controlling Chun Yuyi in the distance. She was very familiar with the skills of these two people.

Ying Baoyue looked at Suman deeply, "Is this someone from the Zen Academy?"

Suman's eyes flashed and he remained silent. He just kept giving orders to the people around him to stabilize the situation.

Many of the people he ordered were people whom Ying Baoyue had never seen before.

The royal tent behind Suman was like a bottomless black hole, with new black shadows constantly emerging from it. If Ying Baoyue guessed correctly, this group of people had been hiding underground before.

The appearance of these people also solved a question in Ying Baoyue's heart.

That's how Chun Yuhan could be assassinated so easily.

A generation of heroes died at the hands of their own sons. It seemed that Chun Yuhan didn't pay attention to Chun Yuyi, but this was really outrageous.

If Chun Yuhan could be killed so easily, Da Siming and Emperor Ying wouldn't have to work for so many years.

The real reason why Chunyu Hanhui died at the hands of his own son was that the Zen Academy gave up on him.

If these people had just been here, Chun Yuhan would not have been stabbed to death by Chun Yuyi. Even if they were not here, with Suman by his side, how could Chun Yuyi kill the White Wolf King who had dominated the world for half a century?

It was Chun Yuhan who had become weak. Both his mind and body had become too weak.

It was the people around Chun Yuhan who became weaker. The secret guards around him were transferred away, and even the most trusted old patriarch no longer supported him.

The people betrayed their relatives and separated, and their bodies were poisoned.

Ying Baoyue felt cold in her heart, thinking of Ying Hanri in Afang Palace and the King of Northern Wei who was almost poisoned.

She did not expect that the kings that Yun Zhongjun attacked were not limited to the six kingdoms within the Great Wall.

The last king he killed with poison before leaving.

It's Chun Yuhan.