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From the north side of the western border, close to the northern Mongols, they had almost reached the border where the three countries battled. The place was craggy and rugged, with snow-capped mountains. It was normal for them to be frozen in an enchantment created by the God of Heaven all year round.

Very few people had set foot in that area. Even if there were, they were only local farmers. He went to the snowy mountain to gather an especially rare medicinal herb. It was a type of plant that only grew under boulders in the snow. When one moved the boulder away from them, they would see fruits that were like sparkling little stones. They would grow along the cracks of the rocks and stick close to the ground. The local residents called this plant the Stone Grass …

The treasure of Stone Grass lies in the harsh environment it grew in, which is rare and rarely seen. Although it grew in this region, it was also extremely rare and precious. According to the mountain villager who had the most experience in harvesting Stone Grass, he would need to turn over a hundred rocks in order to come across a rock with a Stone Grass living on it … Therefore, it was not only rare, but also priceless in the Western Regions.

And what was the use of Stone Grass that everyone was chasing after? It was an especially miraculous type of trauma medicine. Compared to its rarity, it's medicinal value was almost comparable to that of an ordinary wound medicine by a hundred times. Those patients who were left with barely a breath of life, if they were able to eat a Stone Grass, they would immediately be dragged back from the brink of death.

When the Western Third Prince, Xi Cuo, was severely injured, he had to completely rely on this kind of medicine to be able to take back his life.

To the people of the Western Regions who were ruled, Third Prince Xi Cuo was their god and their mystery. Ever since they had been defeated by the Great Phoenix Dynasty three years ago, the Third Prince who had given them hope, the future king of the Western Regions who was gentle but friendly, had disappeared without a trace.

In the eyes of the people from the West Cold, he was probably the only prince capable of inheriting the legacy of the West Cold's old king, but he had disappeared just like that. Some people had initially guessed that when his West Cold was defeated by Da Feng, his Third Prince had already died on the battlefield.

What a blow to the people of Westcool." In fact, he had even discovered a secret path that only he himself knew about. It could be said that he had launched a surprise attack, and in addition to that, not long ago, he had also managed to calm down the internal strife within the palace. The Third Prince, in less than a year's time, had managed to prepare an army of tigers and wolves for the country.

Only the survivors of the war could tell how terrible it had been, for the fire had scorched any piece of land, orchards, and ditches that had spread. The temple that had been made of stone had been cracked, and statues from the previous year already existed.

After the battle, the ground was littered with the corpses of the West Cold soldiers, swords, spears, and the indistinct flesh.

With the news that the Third Prince had died in battle, countless people started to boil. Although it had only been a year since Third Prince gained power, he had already begun to conduct public investigations for the King. He had a very high reputation amongst the common folk living in the West Cold, so when the news of him dying in battle spread, many people were extremely saddened. There were even some victors who risked their lives to search for the corpse of the Third Prince on the battlefield.

West Cold was originally a very small country, and their population was not that large. Under the leadership of the old king, they had gradually expanded to the current state, and other than being born with a love for war and strong soldiers, they also understood the principle of solidarity. If a group of people were to die in battle, the West Cold would be able to form an army, but what would happen to the future king of West Cold after a war? What was left of the country?

After losing to Da Feng, the entire West Cold sank into an even deeper state of grief.

It was only until a short while later did they hear the news that Xi Cuo was still alive from some extremely secretive place. It was only because of the heavy injuries from the battle and the fact that Da Feng was chasing after him was that they were forced to hide. Only at this time did the hearts of the citizens calm down a little, and they were only worried about the Prince's injuries.

As for what exactly happened at that time, and when the Prince would finally escape danger, there was only one person who knew about this from beginning to end. It was also a very, very long time later that Ge Ya told him about it, told this story to his children, and passed it on from generation to generation.

Xi Cuo was heavily injured, and his Fanbo City was about to be captured, so they could only hide and hide. The old king had not been able to establish a powerful West Cold nation for long, and had never predicted that such a situation would occur, nor did he have the time to construct a mechanism to prevent such an event from happening. Ge Ya looked at his brother who was severely injured and unconscious on the bed, and he was nearing the edge of collapse.

Her mother was a woman of the Great Phoenix. Although she never had the chance to be raised by her mother, she had heard many interesting stories about the Great Phoenix. Just like her mother's homeland, the Great Phoenix, was bound to be a kind and warm existence. However, in the face of such a situation, she did not know how to judge or explain the Great Phoenix, who was right next to the boundaries of the West Cold. Grief was inevitable, as was anxiety and the current predicament.

Until the loyal soldiers sent them to the Wu Xiang Kingdom.

There was her last lifeline. Young Master Loulan and his subordinate, Luo Lihua.

Living on the Duyue Restaurant was the hardest period of Ge Ya's life. Her brother was still unconscious, so she had to shoulder the burden of handling the news from the outside world. When she was young, she had always liked to be a helper for his brother and father. When she was young, she could not understand the words on the book, but she could still help his father carry out his tasks by handing over a pen or a glass of water. In her heart, she had a sense of accomplishment.

But now, all he had to do was wait for the news of the city's fall.

When the West Cold soldiers found out that Xi Cuo had died in battle, they almost collapsed. It could be said that he was in deep sorrow.

She really wanted to secretly spread the news that Xi Cuo was still alive. But Young Master Loulan stopped her in time.

"His Highness Third Prince is still unconscious, relying entirely on the Stone Grass to hang his life. If you spread the news now, the Great Phoenix Army would naturally not let it go, I'm afraid that they might even overturn their West Cold to reveal His Highness the Prince and Princess."

"But look at this city surrounded by West Cold. One after another, they fell. How could the Great Phoenix be so cheap? West Cold is not a country where the hearts of soldiers are in turmoil. If elder brother was to wake up now, he would probably die from anger. "

"So? So you are willing to risk your life and expose yourself? To let the mind of the West Cold stabilize because of a prince who was unconscious on the bed and did not know if he was dead or alive? Let those soldiers fight back? Even if we have to use our eggs to hit the rock? "

Ge Ya was momentarily angered by the Young Master Loulan's words. She was a princess who lived a luxurious life, and although he had never lacked anything and enjoyed life to the fullest, she had never been one to only know how to enjoy himself. He didn't even have any companions of the same age, so he was surrounded by older brothers and had grown up with the energy of a wild girl.

How could she stand the slightest criticism of the royal family and the nation?

Under his father's guidance, everyone in West Cold could sacrifice their flesh and blood, and pay with their lives and family. However, they had to be upright and upright people in West Cold …

How could he live his life like a rat underground just because he was afraid that he would be exposed? With ants and insects?!

She frowned deeply as she pulled out the dagger at her waist and stabbed it towards Young Master Loulan. The person in front of her deserved to die, to actually dare offend the dignity of West Cold.

"No matter how much misfortune our West Cold has suffered and how full of holes, we would never hesitate to kill a person like you … Even if I, Ge Ya, were to be taken away by the Great Phoenix Army, I would never plead for your protection. "

That exquisite dagger was a sixteen year old gift from her father when he was alive, its crafting skills were especially exquisite, the hilt of the knife was inlaid with emerald coral, it looked like it was a plaything for a noble lady, but the blade itself was not inferior to the sharpness of the weapons on the battlefield, it was almost like cutting iron.

When Ge Ya left the Fanbo City, he did not have the chance to bring more items with him. She was in a rush on this trip, but she did not want to give up on this small blade no matter what. Previously, she had thought that the knife's decorations were too complicated, so she had tossed it aside. After his father died, he had worn the knife on her waist all day and all night like she was possessed. It was as if she could allow his father's undead to find their way home.

The speed of this slash was extremely fast, but this was within Young Master Loulan's expectations. If he wanted to let the princess clearly understand the current situation, the first thing he needed to do was to anger the princess.

What he did not expect was that the princess was not like the gaudy sword at his waist, just a useless embroidered pillow. On the contrary, although her martial arts could only be described as superficial and pitiful, it was still beyond Young Master Loulan's expectations. She was not careful and flashed a little too late, so even though her small steel saber had only brushed past her cheek, it cut off a portion of Young Master Loulan's hair that was previously cherished.

He took the chance and turned, dissolving Ge Ya's attack. He then made a turn with his hands and quickly tapped on the Princess's wrist with two fingers. Ge Ya suddenly felt as if her fingertips had been electrocuted. With an "Ah" sound, the blade flew out of her hand.

When she regained her senses, Young Master Loulan, who had a cut of her hair, was standing in front of her. He was still looking at her with a playful expression.