Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Southern Xinjiang, Miao King's Palace.

In stark contrast to the Qi King's military might and the Hai King's decadent lifestyle,

At this moment, the Miao King's Palace was in complete chaos.

As the chief strategist Wen Ruo walked into the corridor of the Prince's mansion, he heard a loud crash of porcelain shattering coming from the direction of the main hall.

Immediately following was the prince's powerful but clearly distorted roar.

"Xia—Man—er—!"

Wenruo's heart skipped a beat, and she quickened her pace involuntarily.

problem occurs.

Something terrible has happened.

For King Xia Xiong of Miao, who would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, to be so enraged, it must mean the sky is about to fall.

He jogged into the hall, and the sight before him made him gasp.

The fine rosewood eight-immortal table was overturned on the ground, leaving behind a mess of broken porcelain and mud.

The tea set from the previous dynasty, which was usually most cherished by the prince, has now been reduced to dust.

All the maids and guards knelt on the ground, their heads trembling as if they wanted to bury themselves in the cracks between the floor tiles.

In the very center of the hall, the burly Miao King Xia Xiong was panting heavily like a trapped beast, his tiger-like eyes glaring red.

"Your Highness! Your Highness, please calm down! What has caused you to be so angry?" Wenruo hurriedly stepped forward.

"Calm down? I can't calm down this anger!"

When Xia Xiong saw Wen Ruo, it was as if he had found an outlet. He slammed a crumpled piece of paper into Wen Ruo's face.

"Look at yourself! Look at the good daughter I raised! She's grown wings! She's learned to elope with some random guy!"

elopement?

Wenruo hurriedly caught the crumpled paper and carefully unfolded it.

The paper bore Princess Xia Man'er's wildly unrestrained and unruly handwriting, and the content was even more simple and crude:

"You stinky daddy! You lied to me! I'm leaving! I'm going to find my destined hero! Don't worry about me!"

"P.S. My husband's name is Lin Mo!"

Wenruo's lips twitched violently.

Lin Mo?

That Lin family remnant who recently caused a huge uproar in the Northern Territory and almost made the Third Prince's face swell up.

How did the princess get involved with him?

"You don't understand, do you?"

Seeing Wen Ruo's horrified expression, Xia Xiong roared again, "I fucking can't figure it out either!"

He kicked a large blue-and-white porcelain vase that was about half a person's height next to him, and with a loud "bang," the vase shattered into pieces instantly.

"Back when I went to the capital on business, I took her to stay at the Lin residence for a few days, just a few days! That little bastard surnamed Lin only bought her a string of candied hawthorns and took her to raid a bird's nest, didn't he?"

"Such a trivial matter! She's held a grudge for ten years!"

"All the rare and precious materials and exotic treasures I've collected for her over the years, piled up higher than a mountain! And what's the result? In the end, they're not even worth a string of broken candied hawthorns!"

Xia Xiong grew angrier as he spoke, pointing at the letter in Wen Ruo's hand, his fingers trembling.

"Later, when the Lin family got into trouble, that brat cried and screamed that she was going to the capital to confront the emperor! I was afraid she'd get involved and get into trouble, so it took me a lot of effort to stop her."

"I lied to her and said I sent people to investigate. The entire Lin family died of plague on their way to exile! Not a single one survived!"

"Guess what? She cried for three days and three nights! She wouldn't eat! I was so heartbroken..."

At this point, Xia Xiong changed the subject, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves.

"And now look what happened! That little bastard isn't dead! Not only is he alive, he's rebelled in the North!"

"That's great! That brat's dead heart has suddenly come back to life!"

"Kexin is alive, but she's gone! She just ran away from home like that!"

Wenruo broke out in a cold sweat after listening, finally managing to sort out the whole story.

So that's how it all started.

He quickly advised, "Your Highness, Miss was just acting impulsively. We'll send people to chase after her immediately; we're sure we can bring her back."

"Chase them? Of course we'll chase them!" Xia Xiong's eyes widened. "Prepare the horses! Prepare the finest steeds! I'm going to the Northern Border myself!"

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words.

"We have to drag her back from that little bastard! Tie her to a pillar! Break her legs! Let's see if she dares to run away again!"

"Your Highness, you absolutely mustn't!"

Upon hearing this, Wenruo turned pale with fright and stepped forward to tightly hug Xia Xiong's arm.

"How can you go yourself! Absolutely not!"

"Why not? My daughter is about to die, what do I care about whether it's okay or not!" Xia Xiong tried his best to shake him off.

"Your Highness!" Wenruo exclaimed anxiously, her forehead covered in sweat.

"Have you forgotten? The Ten Thousand Gu Tower in the Ten Thousand Mountains! Those madmen who raise Gu have been getting increasingly aggressive lately, and several villages have already fallen victim to their evil deeds!"

"They're just waiting for us to fall into internal strife in the south so they can take advantage of the situation!"

"You are the pillar of stability in southern Xinjiang. If you leave, the sky over southern Xinjiang will truly collapse!"

Upon hearing this, the group of generals and stewards kneeling outside the door also began to cry out in a great uproar.

"Your Highness! Please consider the bigger picture!"

"Your Highness, please reconsider! The millions of people in the Southern Frontier cannot live without you!"

Cries and pleas mingled together in the hall.

Xia Xiong looked at the faces kneeling on the ground, some anxious, some loyal.

The raging anger in his chest was extinguished by a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

He is the king.

It is the sky for the millions of people in southern Xinjiang.

He cannot leave.

"well--!"

Xia Xiong finally sighed dejectedly and plopped down on the only remaining chair, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.

He waved his hand impatiently.

"Alright, alright, get up. What kind of appearance is that, kneeling like that?"

He rubbed his throbbing temples, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Wen Ruo.

"Wenruo".

"Your subject is here."

"You, immediately! Take the most elite team of the Baiyue tribe, three horses per person, and march day and night to catch up with them to the north!"

Xia Xiong's voice carried an undeniable resolve.

"You absolutely must! You absolutely must bring that damned girl back to me unharmed! Remember, unharmed!"

He paused, then pulled out a somewhat worn rattle drum from his pocket, which was his daughter Xia Man'er's favorite toy when she was little.

He stroked the drumhead, a hint of panic in his voice for the first time.

"We have to be quick! If we're too late... I know that girl's personality. It's like lightning striking the earth; what if she really runs into that Lin family boy, gets married, and ends up in the bridal chamber..."

Xia Xiong closed his eyes in pain.

"Then I... I won't have the face to face the ancestors of the Xia family after I die!"

"Your subject obeys! I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

Wenruo bowed deeply, then turned and strode away to make arrangements.

The hall finally quieted down.

Xia Xiong leaned back in his chair, sulking to himself.

He just couldn't understand what was so good about that brat Lin Mo.

He's still wet behind the ears, not even fully grown, so how did he manage to bewitch his own tender young lady so much that she's practically begging to be taken by someone else?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

Just then, a sharp-eyed clerk carefully picked up another letter, which had been stepped on several times, from a pile of broken porcelain shards.

It was the letter that the Third Prince Xia Jie sent.

"Your Highness..."

The clerk bowed and timidly presented the letter.

"How should we reply to this messenger from the capital?"

Xia Xiong didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only letting out a snort through his nose.

"Go back my ass!"

He waved his hand irritably, as if shooing away a fly.

"Tell that brat Xia Jie that I've been very busy lately!"

"We're too busy cultivating relationships with those inhuman lunatics in the Ten Thousand Mountains! We don't have the manpower or the time to play along with his schemes and tricks!"