Han Che'er Khan sat in his yurt, puffing with anger, a letter clutched in his hand, his eyes bulging...
"Those despicable Central Plains people actually abducted Jiao Jiao! They, they are worse than pigs and dogs!" Han Che'er cursed.
When Yun Si Man had snuck into the barbarian's main camp and kidnapped Han Che Jiao, Han Che'er had dispatched a large number of men to search for her.
But to this day, his daughter had not been found...
Now, upon receiving the letter from Gu Mingyan, he learned that Jiao Jiao was in the hands of the Marquis of Pingyang.
"Abba!"
A delicate and tall woman stood up and cupped her hands towards Han Che'er.
She was Han Che'er's eldest daughter, named Han Che Yan. Her noble and unadorned demeanor was like a plum blossom in the snow. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but her voice was as crisp and pleasant as a lark's...
"Abba, the Central Plains people are celebrating the Spring Festival right now, and the entire nation has lowered its guard. If I go to the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion, I will surely rescue Sister Jiao Jiao!" Han Che Yan volunteered.
Upon hearing this, Han Che'er frowned, "What can you do? That Marquis of Pingyang is cunning and treacherous. What if you are also captured by him? How can Abba live?"
He only had these two precious daughters. Although he favored his younger daughter more, his eldest daughter was also outstanding and was his darling treasure...
"That won't happen, Abba. Yan'er knows what she's doing!" Han Che Yan said with a serious expression, glancing outside the yurt. "If Abba is worried, I can take Shuang'er with me. Aren't you confident in her martial arts?"
Huge Shuang'er was Han Che Yan's personal guard and maid. Although she was a grassland woman, she had the appearance of a Central Plains girl. With bright eyes and a captivating beauty, she was a true stunner...
It was one thing to be beautiful, but she also practiced martial arts so well that even the bravest men in the army couldn't defeat her.
It was more fitting to call her the number one female war god of the barbarians, not Han Che Jiao.
Han Che'er pondered for a moment and shook his head, "That won't do either. Although Shuang'er's martial arts are superb, she can't fight against so many people. What if you two are surrounded and pursued? Even Shuang'er can't defeat the Marquis of Pingyang..."
"Oh, Abba!" Han Che Yan said helplessly, stepping forward to hold Han Che'er's arm. "You say no to this, and no to that. What should we do? Sister Jiao Jiao is in their hands now. What if they get desperate and kill her? Don't you want to see Jiao Jiao hacked to death?"
Han Che'er: "..."
Can't you wish her something good?
Talking about being killed and hacked to death, as if Jiao Jiao were already dead.
The war situation in the Northern Frontier had eased. Through Gu Zhenshan's tenacious resistance and the life-and-death struggle of the soldiers, the barbarian army had been driven back to the Lingbei region...
Coupled with the heavy snowfall and low temperatures, both armies tacitly observed a truce, waiting for spring to return.
"Hmph, that Marquis of Pingyang thinks he can stop the war with such despicable tactics. He's truly wishful thinking!" Han Che'er snorted, standing up. "The Daliang Kingdom's destiny is exhausted and beyond recovery. The more they resist, the faster their nation will perish. If I were the Emperor of Liang, I would have surrendered obediently long ago. Why struggle so hard?"
Han Che Yan: "..."
Abba, your thinking is quite absurd.
Their country was living peacefully, but you insisted on encroaching on the border and coveting the Daliang Kingdom's produce and resources, especially their fabrics, spices, tea, and exquisite ceramics, all of which you loved the most.
If you lacked the ability to obtain these things, you should humbly learn from them. In a few years, all the barbarian tribes in the Northern Frontier could wear silk and make exquisite vases. Why steal?
"Abba, there are only two paths before us now. Either we sound the retreat, withdraw our troops to the capital, and maintain friendly relations with the Daliang Kingdom forever, never to offend them again. This way, Jiao Jiao can be safely rescued..."
"Or, I will go to the capital of Liang and rescue Jiao Jiao from the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion. Please make a decision!" Han Che Yan said solemnly.
In the barbarian tribes, there were not many people with such advanced thinking and flexibility as her...
Han Che'er clenched his fists, torn between two difficult choices.
Now, as long as he broke through Gu Zhenshan's defense line, he could lead his army straight into the capital of Liang.
But who knew such a thing would happen.
If he gave up the attack and returned in defeat, all his previous efforts would be in vain...
After hesitating for a long time, Han Che'er slowly asked, "Yan'er, are you truly confident in rescuing Jiao Jiao?"
Based on his understanding of Gu Mingyan, there was definitely something fishy about this matter.
Since Gu Mingyan dared to write his name in the letter, it was clearly a trap, luring him into the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion to fall into his snare...
Just then, Huge Shuang'er walked in and cupped her hands towards Han Che Yan, "Princess Yan'er, the carriage is ready!"
Han Che Yan grunted and looked at her father, "Abba, the sooner the better. In a month, I promise to bring my sister back safely!"
Han Che'er: "..."
Although she said that, his heart was filled with unease.
It felt as if his daughter might not return either.
"Why don't Abba go with you!" Han Che'er said.
Han Che Yan was amused and exasperated, "Abba, how old are you? You can't stand the hardship. It's better to return to Suicheng and accompany my mother..."
Suicheng was the capital of the barbarians, built in the heart of the grasslands.
Although the economy was not very developed, the population was large, with more people selling livestock than lamp oil.
Han Che'er muttered to himself, rubbing the walnuts in his hand vigorously. He had learned this from the Central Plains people, who said that rubbing walnuts could prolong life and cultivate oneself...
After preparing sufficient supplies, Han Che Yan and Huge Shuang'er boarded the carriage and galloped towards the vast snowfield.
Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Han Che'er sighed deeply, "I hope things go smoothly!"
Little did he know that not a single thing he hoped for would come true...
Not only was his younger daughter not rescued, but Han Che Yan also fell in love in the Central Plains, almost forgetting that there was an old father on the grassland.
Even Shuang'er, who was by her side, found her destined love.
Central Plains men were so attractive, fair-skinned, tall, and upright, looking pleasing to the eye.
Ten days later, the mistress and servant finally arrived in the capital and slowly stopped in front of the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion...