Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 354 Performing a Dance for His Majesty

As he caught a glimpse of the silver gleam of the gun tip out of the corner of his eye, Namtso swore he saw the smile of death. It turned out he wasn't some favored child of heaven after all; he was just an ordinary person, capable of dying and being wounded.

Namtso!

Knowing he was doomed, Murdon screamed and rushed over, unhesitatingly using his own body to shield his younger brother from the devastating blow!
"Pfft!"

The sound of the spear tip piercing the body was not loud, but strangely, to Namtso's ears, the sound was ridiculously loud, as if something strange was happening directly to his heart, causing him so much pain that he wanted to curl up into a ball.

His lips trembled as he watched the gushing blood, which was almost gushing out, quickly soaking through Murdon's clothes, then his horse, and then a large patch of his own clothes and leather armor.

In fact, Namtso was no stranger to the smell of blood. Few people who grew up in such a cruel environment had never seen blood, let alone Namtso himself, who had fought on the battlefield since childhood and had seen countless bloodshed and deaths.

Even Multon had been injured in front of him, but he had never seen Multon suffer such a fatal wound.

At that very moment, the tightly bound wolf king of the grasslands, Sachi Khan, also witnessed this heart-wrenching scene. Suddenly, he let out a shrill howl from his throat, drawing the attention of those around him. Only then did everyone realize that Murden seemed to be dying.

The spear pierced his heart squarely. Jiu Que was no weak woman; the gleaming spear tip sliced ​​through flesh and bone without resistance, plunging deep into his heart. The massive wound caused excruciating pain, but soon, Murdon felt no pain at all, as if the spear hadn't struck him. He even had the audacity to glance at Namtso, whose eyes were streaked with blood, and a mocking smile played on his lips.

This silly younger brother who has always liked to act like an adult since he was little always looks down on himself for not being smart enough. But what happened? He still had to save himself.
"fool……"

How could it get dark so quickly? It seemed like everything went dark in an instant, and only the sudden, painful wails in his ears left Murdon bewildered. What was that sound? Could it be Namtso crying? How foolish of me! He's crying over something so simple. What will he do without my supervision…?

Murdon's tall body crashed down, and Namtso grabbed him, even though he himself was already swaying precariously, he still managed to hold onto his elder brother's corpse to prevent him from being trampled by the horses' hooves. His world seemed to have lost all its light in an instant, turning into a gloomy place that made one want to despair.

"You idiot! Who told you to come and save me? Saving me once wasn't enough, you even tried to risk your life to save me. I won't thank you. You had so many chances to escape, why did you have to stay? Why did you have to stay!"

Sachi was also in tears, and for a moment, the whole scene was bleak.

The only one who might be unaffected was Jiu Que. She sheathed her spear and saw the little prince in great pain. But in her mind, she could almost picture the woman who could have carved out a place for herself in this feudal era and achieved great things, but who lost her life in the crossfire between her homeland and the enemy.

At the moment of her death, even dying in the arms of her loved ones like Murden was a luxury. Her father, brothers, nephews, and all others were dead; her only daughter was far away in the capital. How desolate she must have felt as she collapsed…

Ying Jiuque knew that Ying Chongming wouldn't mind dying on the battlefield, but Ying Jiuque did. A man like Ying Chongming should have died peacefully in his sleep, surrounded by his loved ones, in a warm and comfortable bed, deeply remembered by his contemporaries and future generations, instead of dying alone on the battlefield, knowing that his homeland had also fired those deadly arrows.

Compared to her mother, Muerdun was already quite lucky.

After casually brushing aside a few charging steppe soldiers, Jiuque's victory wasn't entirely easy. The enemy's stubborn resistance posed a significant obstacle, especially from Muldun, who wasn't an easy opponent; otherwise, she wouldn't have kept targeting Namtso earlier. Fortunately, the result was the same.

Holding the reins, Jiu Que approached Namtso, who was immersed in grief, step by step. With a slight movement of his wrist, he was about to kill Namtso on the spot. Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, a slovenly figure suddenly appeared and grabbed Namtso's body with a strange speed and movement, pulling him backward!
He's a master among masters!

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiu Que shouted with all his might!
"Senior Cui!"

A figure as light as smoke suddenly appeared. The ethereal figure seemed to catch up with the enemy who was carrying a seriously wounded man without making any movement. However, the enemy seemed to have come prepared. At this moment, five top experts emerged from the pile of corpses all around and attacked Ying Jiuque without hesitation!
Even though Jiu Que is quite skilled now, she is still no match for these top-tier masters who have been trained since childhood. She gritted her teeth and managed to withstand the strange dagger of one of them, but she couldn't withstand the attacks of the remaining four.

Generals Wang and Li worked together to desperately stop one of them, but the others were too weak to do so.

At this critical moment, two ordinary-looking soldiers from the Jing Dynasty jumped out and blocked her way. Jiu Que recognized them as guards sent to her by Emperor Jingtai, who had remained hidden until now, only appearing now that she was in imminent danger. However, their appearance only stopped two of them; the last one, who was also the most powerful, now had a fierce look in his eyes, clearly intending to kill Ying Jiu Que at this moment.

Oh dear, it seems I'm going to die.

At this moment, Jiu Que still had the leisure to think about this. Fortunately, Cui Zhufeng saw that the situation was not right and temporarily gave up chasing Namtso and turned back to save her.

Cui Zhufeng, as expected of the number one expert of his time, easily stopped the two grassland masters who were besieging Jiuque. A hint of anger appeared on his usually calm face.

"Shaman!"

Oh, so these suddenly appearing shamans are the ones supported by the entire grassland. They hadn't shown themselves before, and I thought they had died in some remote corner of the grassland. I didn't expect them to still be alive.

To be fair, they are the protectors of the grasslands, so it's understandable that they would appear during times of national crisis. But isn't this method of bullying the weak with superior numbers a bit unfair?

Never mind, she's not a kind person anyway.

She schemed against the grasslands and got rid of a little prince, but the rest are all under her control.

Looking around at the people standing there, almost all of them were family members, Jiu Que breathed a sigh of relief and then gave a bright smile.

As for those few shamans, ha, they're just a few individuals. How can they compare to tens of thousands of troops? They could have been surrounded by sheer numbers. Otherwise, why didn't they show up earlier?

"Brothers and sisters, seize the royal family of the grasslands! I've heard that everyone on the grasslands is a talented singer and dancer, and the royal family must be even more outstanding. Send them to the capital to perform for His Majesty!"