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Cold and arrogant contempt rose in Yue Chanjuan's eyes. These two servants truly didn't know what was good for them. The Xumi Army wouldn't harm her, not even a little bit. If someone hurt her, the Xumi Army probably wouldn't agree.

Her value could be exchanged for too many benefits for the Xumi Army. Although the Xumi Army might not be willing to let her live, they would definitely let her live unscathed and negotiate conditions with the Grand Moon.

Yue Chanjuan didn't say a single word, but her gaze was unbearable to anyone. It was as if she was looking at them, but it also didn't seem like she was looking at them.

Her gaze swept past them, falling onto the distant Xumi Army troops. In her eyes, it was as if they didn't exist.

"Hmph, let me teach you a lesson. I'll let you know what's good for you."

Although she was a servant, she was still a servant of the Xumi Army. When a servant saw her, she would show some respect and respect.

She, who was burning with jealousy, had now forgotten Yue Chanjuan's identity. All she wanted was to not let this kind of woman stay by his side. She did not know that the Xumi Army did not want to keep Yue Chan Juan.

If the king allowed them to bear the sons of the king, and also allowed them to receive the king's favor, then they could receive a gift, and if they were separated from the status of a slave, they could become the king's concubines.

Duris had always been one of the king's most beloved servants, only the Sumeru army had not yet given her a gift to give birth, but she believed that before long, her noble king would give her this gift.

Her large brown eyes stared fiercely at Yue Chanjuan. Why was it that when this delicate and frail woman from the Central Plains was seen by the King, she couldn't even move her feet and couldn't see anyone else?

A whip struck at Yue Chanjuan's neck and face, causing her to be unable to suppress the anger in her heart. Yue Chanjuan's cold and disdainful gaze swept over her face, not even bothering to say a single word to her.

"How dare you, let me, Duris, teach you the rules."

Yue Chanjuan could have dodged it, but her eyes were flickering. She pretended to be flustered and weak and hurriedly turned her head to the side, hiding her face and neck behind her arms.

The whip fiercely whipped her arms and body. A few streaks of dark red slowly seeped out from under her skin, dyeing her snow-white clothes red.

"Doris, no."

She knew that with Yue Chanjuan's status, even if she was captured, she could not be humiliated. Moreover, from the look in the king's eyes just now, she was infatuated and intoxicated. Perhaps, in the future, this captured princess would become a princess and become an imperial concubine.

However, it was already too late. The whip of Duris had already left several dark red wounds on Yue Chan Juan's body.

Zhong Ao Shuang's heart was in great pain. She hurriedly ran over, and the Huns behind her also followed her, tightly grasping the hilt of their swords under their ribs. Even if they were to die, they could not allow the princess, the future clan of the Great Moon Branch, to suffer such humiliation.

"Doris, do you want to die?"

"Humph, she's just a captive slave servant. After beating her a few times, she won't die. I am taking the place of the king to teach this servant a lesson and let her know the rules."

There was still a cold and proud smile on his face, and his eyes were as deep as a bottomless pit.

Yue Chan Juan did not look at Doris, who had beaten her, nor at ZhongAo Shuang and the Huns, who were running towards her.

"Sumeru King, Princess Wuyou is the little sister of the Great Kang-fu Emperor, and the Great Moon Sect is our future Big Moon Sect's little sister." King, Princess Wuyou is the little sister of the Great Kangang Emperor, the Big Moon Sect's little sister.

Zhong Ao Shuang's handsome face was full of anger. He had already drawn half of his sword. If the Xumi Army couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, then he would have bled to death.

If not for the fact that he saw the hand behind Yue Chan's back gently swaying, he would have already unsheathed his sword and killed that servant.

At this time, the eyes of the current Xumi Army soldiers faintly revealed a trace of rage. The flying horse arrived in front of Yue Chanjuan and jumped down from its horse.

"How are you?"

"What do you think?"

There was still a trace of a smile on her rosy and alluring lips. As she looked at him, her eyes glimmered with a brilliant light, causing the Xumi Temple to feel an excruciating pain in their hearts. Those few slaps had landed on Yue Chanjuan's body, but it was as if it had landed on his heart.

That kind of woman, who was more beautiful than flowers, even if she scolded him, it would still be a sin. She should be like a treasure, cherishing and cherishing him.

Dark red blood oozed out from Yue Chan's moon-white clothes, shocking everyone.

The Xumi Army stretched out their hands as if they wanted to caress Yue Chanjuan, but also wanted to comfort her. Yue Chanjuan's hands trembled as she stopped halfway. How was he supposed to explain himself to Chun Wu when she was in such a state?

An agreement had already been reached with Chun, who would assist the Sumeru in resisting the unarmed army. The two tribes had formed an alliance, and the Xumi Army wanted to hand over Princess Wuyou to Chun in one piece.

Although the Xumi tribe was not big, because they only owned horses and they were all good horses, none of the tribes dared to look down on the tribe that lived on horseback.

Their children, born on horseback and raised on horseback, ride horses when they can walk.

They never grazing other animals, only horses.

The Huns had a saying, whoever obtains the Sumeru Tribe obtains the best horses and trainer in the Western Regions.

The ancestral horses' taming skills were something that only the Sumeru Tribe possessed. It was said that only the Sumeru Tribe had those large Ferghana Horses that they drooled over.

However, no one had ever known where the legendary Ferghana Horses were hidden.

Staring at Yue Chan's wrinkled eyebrows and her beautiful eyes, the Xumi Army's gaze became increasingly gloomy as a thick killing intent exuded from their bodies.

At this moment, she remembered Yue Chanjuan's identity and had already jumped down from her horse, prostrating herself at the foot of the Sumeru army.

Zhong Ao Shuang looked coldly at the Xumi Army, "Please give me an explanation. A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. The princess of my great family, Da Yue's wife, was humiliated by your slave, how is the Xumi King going to deal with this matter?"

The Xumi Army cupped his fists together, "I've long heard of Mister Zhong's great name. It's my honor to meet you today. Please do not be angry, Mister Zhong. I will definitely explain this matter to you."

Without turning back, he told Yue Chanjuan in a soft voice, "Let's invite the princess to bandage her wounds first."

Yue Chanjuan gently shook her head, as if she was feeling incomparably sorrowful.

"Men, tie this servant up behind the horse and wear it down for three days and three nights. Princess, the carriage has arrived. Princess, please get into the carriage first."

"Wang … Wang …"

Someone stepped forward and tied up Doris's hands, dragging them behind the horse.