Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 336 In Good Spirits
"That idiot!"

After holding it in for a while, Murdon finally couldn't hold back and cursed loudly. However, Namtso didn't have the mind to correct him at the moment.

"I know he's an idiot, but this idiot still has a full ten thousand intact soldiers under his command. Don't you realize that even the Khan is flattering him?"

"...Father Khan, I've never even heard of that great shaman or that divine medicine before. Could we have been scammed?"

“That high priest has been following Father Khan for over a decade. If there were any problems, they would have been exposed long ago. Why would it have waited until now?”

"That's not necessarily true. Isn't it said that you can't judge a book by its cover? Although the people from the Central Plains are very weak, they can speak eloquently and eloquently."

At this point, Murden remembered the woman who had almost beaten him to death, and he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

"I've never heard of Ying Jiuque before. How could she be so powerful? Could it be that she deliberately hid her strength and waited until now to reveal it?"

Do you think everyone else has as much free time as you?

Namtso walked with difficulty, while his personal guards went to find the army's shaman. They moved quickly, and a middle-aged shaman, who looked dirty, came over carrying a tattered cloth bag. Seeing the two princes injured like this, he seemed startled, and then quickly took out a handful of herbs from the bag, chewed them, and prepared to apply them to their wounds.

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There's still dirt on those herbs, how can they be so careless? I never thought there was anything wrong with the witch doctor's treatment methods before, but now the more I look at them, the more unbearable it becomes.

Especially Namtso, who was naturally fastidious and used to have a healer by his side, but unfortunately they were lost during this siege and he didn't know if they could ever be found again. Now, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only let the shaman treat him, but he just couldn't bear to look at the herbs that had been chewed in his mouth. In the end, he could only let him find a clean stone, smash it, and apply it to the wound.

However, the witch doctor looked at the wound on his chest with a very serious expression, and started babbling incoherently. Even though they were both from the grasslands, he couldn't understand what the other person was saying!

Multon, who was grimacing as the witch doctor applied medicine to him, was somewhat surprised when he noticed the situation.

"What happened? Are you badly injured?"

"No, it's just a minor injury. I've had much worse injuries before."

Namtso tugged at her clothes to cover the dripping wound and changed the subject.

"Take this opportunity to get the men under us treated for their wounds. We still have a long way to go. Also, let the rest of our horses rest a bit more, since they'll be carrying two people next. Oh, and when Fourth Brother comes out later, ask him to borrow some horses. Don't act like that. We're in trouble now, who are you trying to impress with that arrogant attitude? I think you're just too idle."

"Uh, this..."

Murdon quickly concealed his inadvertently revealed expression, though he still couldn't suppress his anger. He, Murdon, had roamed the grasslands for so many years, never bowing his head to anyone, yet now he was forced to submit to his fourth brother, whom he had always looked down upon, because of some unknown little girl. This was a grudge he couldn't swallow. Looking towards the direction of the Northern Frontier Pass, he saw that the woman had already led her army back. Just wait, in no more than a year, we'll be back! Then…

Suddenly, Murdon had a good idea and nudged Namtso with his elbow.

"Do you think General Ying Chongming's innate superhuman strength will be passed down to his descendants?"

"What do you want to do?"

Namtso looked at Muldur warily. Although he didn't know what Muldur was planning to do, he knew that once the other man showed such an expression and tone, he was definitely about to do something stupid again.

"What kind of tone is that? I wasn't thinking that since General Ying Chongming's lineage all have innate superhuman strength, I could snatch Ying Jiuque back and have her bear me a bunch of sons. Although I don't have innate superhuman strength, if my sons all have that kind of strength, they will surely become the bravest warriors on the grasslands. At that time, how could a mere northern border pass stop us?"

"...I'm going to rest now."

How could anyone utter such a stupid thing? Let's not even talk about Ying Jiuque being protected by hundreds of thousands of Northern Frontier troops. In their current state of devastation, how could they possibly capture her? And what about that woman herself? Does she really think she's an ordinary woman? Do you think you can just grab her like that? You'd be lucky if you weren't smashed to death with one blow!

Instead of wasting time thinking about these things, it would be better to go back and rest, recharging our energy. After all, nobody knows how much longer the journey will take. As for whether the Northern Frontier Army will catch up? Don't be ridiculous. Even if they did intend to, they wouldn't be able to find their way. On the grasslands, even native grassland people sometimes lose their way. Although those people from the Central Plains have lived in the Northern Frontier for so many years, they have never been to the real grasslands. How could they know the chilling danger hidden beneath the vastness and tranquility of the grasslands?

Half an hour later, everyone had finished repairing themselves. Multon seized the opportunity to sleep for a while. Although it didn't completely relieve his fatigue, he was at least not so exhausted. However, his wounds still hurt terribly.

Right now, he and Namtso are frowning as they look at the bitter-smelling medicinal soup.

"What the hell is this stuff? It smells so awful, is it drinkable? Could it kill someone?"

Murdon has always been outspoken, and Namtso has given up on telling him to watch his words. He stared blankly at the pots of medicinal soup, the witch doctors standing near them, and the soldiers rushing forward to collect the divine medicine, feeling that the scene was somewhat incongruous.

Looking at Multon beside him, grimacing and clearly unwilling to drink the bowl of dark, murky medicine, I felt that this was the normal scene. However, according to my father, everyone had been drinking the medicine for over half a month without any problems, so they should be fine.

"Can this stuff really prevent smallpox?"

The soldier standing to the side, who had never had the chance to speak with someone of the Little Prince's status before, was now incredibly excited, his face flushing red.

"It's true! Little Prince, the witch doctors are amazing. Before we went to war, I was worried that I would contract smallpox. Many of my brothers died from smallpox. But ever since the witch doctors made this miraculous medicine, although I didn't get to drink it at first, I heard everyone talking about it. After they drank it, they felt full of energy and their bodies became stronger. Many people probably wouldn't have come back this time if they hadn't drunk this miraculous medicine."

This soldier looked thin and small, not at all like a soldier who could fight on the battlefield, but his voice was very loud and he was in good spirits.

(End of this chapter)