Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 335 A Delicate Situation

The two brothers looked at their father, who was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled, and could hardly believe their eyes. However, no matter how unwilling they were to believe it, things had happened in such an unexpected way.

It's truly a strange story. Their father had led troops in battle for so many years, his combat experience far surpassing theirs. Moreover, they had used multiple layers of camouflage on the battlefield. How could they have been defeated so easily, and suffered such severe injuries?

"Father Khan, you..."

Murden rushed over, carefully examining Sachi's wounds. When he reached out, he only touched half an empty sleeve, and Murden felt a pang of sorrow. His father, once a pillar of strength, had his arm severed, and what was this huge wound on his stomach? The cloth used to bandage the wound was soaked with blood.

The fourth prince was also deeply saddened. Although his father was biased, always favoring the eldest and youngest sons, he was still his father. He explained in a low voice how his father had been injured. When they heard that their father had been struck in the abdomen by a strange weapon, rendering him unable to resist and thus suffering such a severe injury, Murdon and Namtso exchanged a glance, simultaneously thinking of one person.

At this moment, the fourth prince also realized what was happening and gave his two brothers a strange look.

"Weren't you two ordered by Father to besiege the Northern Frontier Pass? How come so few of the 60,000 elite troops you took returned? And your injuries... Didn't Yuchi contract smallpox and become unable to fight? Lin Chongshan was also seriously injured; there's no way the poison she was afflicted could have been cured in such a short time. Besides the Northern Frontier Army, who else could have injured both of you at the same time?"

Sachi was too weak to speak at the moment, and looked at his two most outstanding sons with questioning eyes.

Moulton stiffened for a moment, but still reluctantly brought up the woman who had chased them so fiercely that they had fled in disarray.

"General Ying Chongming's daughter, Ying Jiuque, somehow arrived in the Northern Frontier, bringing with her a very strange weapon. It sounds like thunder, is incredibly powerful, and contains iron nails that shoot out with even greater lethality than a dagger. Many of our warhorses have been frightened and have run away. And that Ying Jiuque, she inherited General Ying's innate superhuman strength, and she doesn't seem like a sheltered young lady from a wealthy family..."

"So you were chased into this mess by a woman?"

The fourth prince, not wanting to listen any further, couldn't help but mock the two of them.

“You are usually so mighty and renowned throughout the grasslands, yet you have been beaten like this by a woman. Now you’re still making excuses. If you can’t do it, you can’t do it. Why make so many excuses?”

"Those who haven't experienced it firsthand have no right to judge others."

Although Namtso was extremely weak, at crucial moments, one of his words was more lethal than a hundred of Murdoch's words.

You can tell just by looking at the Fourth Prince's speechless expression, as if he wanted to curse but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Sachi coughed lightly and spoke weakly. "It's good that you two are alright. It seems the intelligence was wrong. The Northern Frontier Army is not afraid of smallpox at all, and everyone is strong. On the contrary, our soldiers are basically just barely holding on. Great Shaman, go and prepare some more medicine. The soldiers have been frightened, and some of them are not strong to begin with. If we don't take care of them, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold on."

"As ordered."

Murdoch and Namtso frowned and looked into the corner. They had been inside for so long without noticing that there was someone in the corner. Of course, the whereabouts of the Great Shaman were a mystery, and since he only obeyed his father Khan's orders, few people had seriously examined this Great Shaman.

However, upon closer inspection, the high shaman's entire body was covered in strange patterns. They were likely made from a mixture of herbal juices, and their color was dark and somber. There were so many individual lines that it was impossible to discern their shapes. His voice was now hoarse and low.

These are not the main points. The main point is that the two brothers had never heard of any such medicine before.

"Father, what medicine?"

Sachi closed his eyes wearily, not wanting to speak. However, the fourth prince, who rarely had the opportunity to show off in front of the two of them, couldn't help but speak up smugly.

"This is a divine medicine concocted by the Great Shaman with painstaking effort. Otherwise, how do you think so many soldiers could withstand smallpox? This medicine not only blocks the power of smallpox but also unleashes potential, making everyone incredibly strong. The only drawback is that its effects don't last long. It's a pity that due to the scarcity of materials, a considerable number of soldiers didn't get to drink this medicine before, which is why so many died on the battlefield. But now, the remaining herbs are just enough. Once Father Khan has recovered, we can go back and fight again. What Northern Frontier Army, what Ying Jiuque, they are no match for us!"

Seeing the smug fourth prince, Murdon and Namtso felt no joy, but rather some worry. They had never heard of this miraculous medicine before. Could it really have the effects it claimed to have? If this miraculous medicine was effective, why didn't it work when so many people on the grassland died of smallpox, but it has appeared now?

Seemingly knowing what they were thinking, Sachi offered a weary explanation.

"At that time, smallpox was rampant, and even a great shaman couldn't possibly concoct an antidote within a few days. Alright, I have a terrible headache. You all go and rest first. We'll break camp in half an hour. Once the soldiers who lagged behind catch up, we'll continue our journey back."

Sachi was seriously injured; it was a miracle he could even utter a few words. However, his wounds continued to worsen, and in such a turbulent journey, they had no chance of healing. Therefore, he looked extremely pale, barely clinging to life.

Even if they wanted to know the truth, seeing their father like this, the two could not say anything more and could only bow and leave the tent.

The two men who emerged looked unwell; they had narrowly escaped death, yet their father, the Khan, hadn't uttered a single word of concern. Of course, the Khan himself was also severely injured, but his attitude was chilling.

And that fourth brother, what's he so arrogant about? Seeing the two of them come out, he still dares to show a smug expression. What an idiot! Does he think that staying by Father Khan's side at this time is a good thing? If anything happens to Father Khan, it will be blamed on the fourth brother. Otherwise, why aren't the other brothers here? But that fool of a fourth brother is still acting like a dutiful son and grandson!
However, despite their repeated setbacks, it was the fourth brother and the other brothers who couldn't personally lead the charge who survived, and even their soldiers were almost completely unharmed. Although they didn't have many men under their command, they were extremely vulnerable at this time.

(End of this chapter)