Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

The geographical environment in Mobei is very bad, it is almost a desert.

Not to mention grass, even a few green grasses are rare. There are more ugly green patches with thorns here.

The local people call it a cactus, and when necessary, they will even use it to satisfy their hunger.

A poor environment means unstable food. In order to survive, many people leave here to seek survival in other tribes. Those who stay here are either reluctant to leave their homeland, or they are used to living in the desert.

After all, in such a remote place, few tax collectors came here, and they basically just passed by here.

This is also the only place where the land is the most sparsely populated among all the territories in Qingyi.

In order to cross the desert, they exchanged their own horses with the locals for a few camels at Ayishi. Only this kind of desert creature can help them cross the entire desert and reach the northernmost point of Mobei.

That's where Ah Yishi was exiled.

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Qingyi-Wangcheng
Jiang Sile watched indifferently as the wound on Wu Xian's neck gradually solidified, but the blood-stained neck was indeed a bit scary.If those attendants had the courage to barge in now and saw the conspicuous wound on Wu Xian's neck, Jiang Sile felt that he would have to die.

"Why bother with these..."

Wu Xian's voice was a little hoarse, and every time he said a word or uttered a word, he felt the wound on his neck open again.

The sting from the wound and the unwillingness to be at a disadvantage made Wu Xian's expression even uglier.The wrinkles on his face drooped loosely, like a poor dog in the water.

His last sympathy for the person in front of him and some of his impressions of her were completely exhausted by the current situation.

"That's Gu's son, even if Gu let him die—it's understandable."

Wu Xian responded indifferently.

Jiang Sile was not surprised by this, and even felt a little funny, but the doubts in his heart couldn't go away.

What is he hiding?
So far, Jiang Sile has finally met all the members of the Wuzhi royal family.

But Jiang Sile couldn't figure out what is so special about Wu Mu?
He was not famous, and what people often talked about was the doted on, arrogant and domineering little prince.

So much so that Jiang Sile sensed something was wrong.

"Could it be... Wu Qi is not your blood?" Jiang Sile blinked and asked tentatively.

This made Wu Qi's face twitch, almost swearing at her.

With a cold face and aggressive tone, he looked at Jiang Sile with absurd eyes.

"No..." Jiang Sile heard him say almost through gritted teeth, "They are all my children."

After saying that, Wu Qi added tightly: "My biological child."

He looked at Jiang Sile with a hint of helplessness and amusement.

He probably didn't expect that it was just a simple temptation, but it turned out like this in the end.

The blood on his neck had dried up, but the blood from the newly torn wound dripped onto Jiang Sile's skirt, but she didn't notice it.

He blinked, and said in a helpless tone: "Let Gu bleed like this, Gu will definitely die."

As he spoke, the wound on his neck that had stopped bleeding was torn apart by the action of speaking, and more fresh blood rushed out of his throat again.

Seeing Wu Xian's increasingly weak face, Jiang Sile stopped.

She wiped her dagger on the blood-stained skirt, and then sheathed it with a clang.

The cold light faded away, restrained by the quaint scabbard.

Jiang Sile inserted it into his waist, and on the opposite side, Wu Xian was tearing off the hem of his clothes and wrapping it around his neck. His image looked funny and funny.

"It's all like this, why can't we talk to Gu openly and honestly..."

Jiang Sile glanced at Wu Xian's entire body outline, and she said bluntly, "Anyway, you won't live for a few more days."

Wu Xian supported the armrest of the chair with one hand, let himself sit down slowly, and let out a long breath of relief.

He shook his head contemptuously, but hissed involuntarily because of the pain, and stopped his movements.

"You are not from Qingyi, and you should not get involved."

"Isn't Gu your Yan family?"

"No," Wu Xian couldn't help lowering his voice because of the pain, his breath seemed to float, but his eyes met Jiang Sile's, with an unspeakable sense of heaviness.

"After you die alone, according to the original agreement, you will leave Qingyi." The room was very quiet, even though Wu Xian's voice was very low, Jiang Sile who was standing beside him could still hear it clearly.

"Hum..." Jiang Sile pursed her lips, if it wasn't for the emergency at that time, she would not have been willing to be at the mercy of Wu Xian's arrangement.

Wu Xian still ignored Jiang Sile's little dissatisfaction, and continued: "I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction..."

His tone was slight and erratic, and the cloth covering his neck leaked red marks.

"This is the best arrangement, Princess Daxia."

Wu Xian panted lightly, and continued with his proposition.He planned everything with confidence, but he didn't expect such a trouble to happen in the end, which was indeed beyond his expectation.

It also made him look at Jiang Sile differently.

Jiang Sile snorted coldly, she no longer concealed her anger and intentions after the matter was over.

"Give me Ah Yi, and forget about that ridiculous attempt." As he spoke, Jiang Sile lowered the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly, looking even more difficult to mess with than the sickly Wu Xian.

If it weren't for the ancient costume on her body, it would be a bit like a scene where a bad girl bullies a sick and weak old man.

Wu Xian shook his head slowly to express his disapproval. Since the wound on his neck hadn't healed yet, after Jiang Sile understood his intention, he returned to the position of covering his neck.

"He has already gone to Mobei." Wu Xian said in a low voice on purpose.

"I will never come to Wangcheng in this life, nor will I go back to Daxia with you."

His words were like a knife, deeply waking up Jiang Sile who was still full of expectations and fantasies.

Jiang Sile frowned in pain, and then covered up all the expressions on his face.

"Oh? My dagger is ready to move. Since we don't want to live, why should we wait so long?"

Jiang Sile mocked coldly. She knew that although Wu Xian wouldn't live long, he was not ready to die now.

This is why he stopped several times to ease her emotions, and also made a retreat.

Jiang Sile did not want to die, but she believed that Wu Xian was more afraid of dying at this moment than she was.

Facing Jiang Sile's cold threat and condescending look of contempt, Wu Xian just covered his wound and remained unmoved.