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The sky is filled with smoke and dust, shrouding the capital city of Later Yan, Zhongshan, a once prosperous and magnificent city, now under fierce attack by the Northern Wei army.
The defending soldiers on the city walls are resisting desperately, but they are gradually retreating under the enemy's fierce assault. The residents inside the city are in a state of panic, with cries and screams blending into a chaotic symphony of despair.
In the midst of this chaos, a beautiful woman stands atop the city wall, her eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
She is Princess Murong Yao of Later Yan. Though her attire is splendid, it now appears utterly disheveled. In her eyes reflects the scene of her beloved homeland being invaded.
Murong Yao's heart was filled with pain. She watched as the military flag of Northern Wei fluttered in the wind, and saw the familiar streets and houses being engulfed by flames. Her heart, as if also burned to pieces by the flames.
"Princess, we must retreat!" A maid rushed to Murong Yao's side in panic, with tear stains on her face and fear in her eyes.
Murong Yao turned around and nodded lightly. In her heart, besides pain, there was also a hint of confusion. She didn't understand why her homeland was so fragile, and why her father, Later Yan's Emperor Murong Bao, chose to evacuate the capital at this critical moment.
"Father, do we really have no chance of winning at all?" Murong Yao's heart was filled with doubt, like a raging storm that left her almost breathless.
Murong Yao returned to the tent and sat on the spacious chair, feeling heavy-hearted.
Her father, the Emperor Murong Bao of Later Yan, had just told her a shocking piece of news: the army of Northern Wei had begun to attack their capital city, Zhongshan. Murong Bao wore a deeply worried expression on his face, with a glint of anxiety in his eyes.
"Yao'er, we must evacuate Zhongshan immediately and head to Dragon City," Murong Bao said with a tone of helplessness, unconsciously clenching his fist on the table.
Murong Yao nodded, knowing that her father's decision was the right one. But she felt an indescribable pain in her heart. The image of Tahe Mountain kept appearing in her mind, where her Master, Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, resided.
"Father, I understand," Murong Yao's voice choked up a bit as she tried to suppress her emotions.
Murong Bao looked at his daughter, filled with guilt. He gently patted her hand, trying to comfort her.
"Yao'er, I know you are feeling unsettled. But now, we must protect ourselves and protect Later Yan," Murong Bao said firmly, determination flashing in his eyes.
Murong Yao nodded, knowing her father was right. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
In the following time, the soldiers of Later Yan busied themselves preparing for evacuation. Murong Yao and her maid Xiao Hong were assigned to a small squad.
On the retreat, Murong Yao felt heavy-hearted. Her thoughts kept returning to Tahe Mountain, where her Master, Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, resided.
She doesn't know if Master knows her situation at the moment, she doesn't even know if she can see him again.
As night falls, carriages slowly travel in the moonlight. Murong Yao sits in the carriage, filled with unease. She doesn't know what will happen in the future, she only knows she must stay strong.
The carriage was driving on a rugged mountain road, and suddenly, a sense of foreboding surged in Murong Yao's heart. She tightly grasped the edge of the carriage, her eyes flashing with vigilance.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow whistle pierced the quiet of the night. Murong Yao's heart tightened, and she immediately stood up, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes.
"It's the army of Northern Wei!" shouted a soldier of Later Yan. His voice was filled with panic.
Murong Yao's heart sank. She knew things were not good. She quickly jumped off the carriage, drew her sword from her waist, and prepared for battle.
Northern Wei soldiers surged forward like a pack of wolves, their eyes filled with murderous intent. Murong Yao tightened her grip on the sword hilt, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She had to protect herself and those around her.
Swinging her sword, Murong Yao displayed agile and sharp swordsmanship. With each swing, a Northern Wei soldier fell at her feet. There was no trace of fear in her eyes, only determination and composure.
However, there were too many soldiers from Northern Wei. Despite Murong Yao's near-perfect swordsmanship, she was ultimately just a mortal, and her strength was gradually depleting.
In the end, almost all of the soldiers from Later Yan were wiped out, leaving only a few elderly, weak, and women and children.
The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Northern Wei The soldiers began to drive them away and captured young women and children.
Just as the enemy intended to attack her maidservant, Murong Yao stepped forward and skillfully avoided the attack, then turned and killed several enemies. However, she was shot in the arm with an arrow and fell to the ground.
Just when Murong Yao thought she would die there, a man wearing a helmet and looking like a general appeared.
Not only did he not kill Murong Yao, but he also shot the Northern Wei soldiers who had just been stepping on her. He ordered his soldiers to take Murong Yao and her maidservant away and put them in a wooden cage, following the Northern Wei army on a long journey.
A few days later, Murong Yao and her maidservant were suddenly summoned by the soldiers. They were brought to a magnificent tent.
In the great camp of the Northern Wei, the camp tents were like twinkling stars, shining brightly in the night. Murong Yao was brought to a spacious tent, where a soldier respectfully said to her, "Princess of Later Yan, please come in."
The interior of the tent was gorgeously decorated, with pearl curtains hanging down and delicate embroidery shimmering in the candlelight.
Murong Yao's mood was like a suppressed storm, uneasy and contradictory. The teardrop pendant in her hand shone again, and she thought that the person in front of her was indeed Master.
Tuoba Gui, at this moment, was no longer the proud and aloof Xuan Hua Emperor Lord in her heart.
He sat in the main seat of the tent, his gaze as cold and piercing as the winter stars.
"Princess Mu, do you know why I brought you here?" Tuoba Gui's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Murong Yao took a deep breath, knowing she couldn't show any emotional fluctuations at this moment. A hint of wariness flashed in her eyes: "Regarding the affairs of the Northern Wei court, the Minister's wives dare not speak rashly."
Tuoba Gui smiled slightly, a hint of inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes. He stood up and walked slowly to Murong Yao's side, gazing at her with deep eyes.
"In your eyes, there is a kind of radiance that I am very familiar with," Tuoba Gui's voice was low as his fingers gently brushed Murong Yao's cheek.
Murong Yao's heart suddenly trembled, a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her, who had lost his memory, could perceive her unusual emotions.
"Who are you? Have we met before?" A hint of confusion flashed in Tuoba Gui's eyes, and his voice was filled with inquiry.
A complex emotion surged in Murong Yao's heart as she looked at the man in front of her, filled with helplessness. She knew deep down that the person in front of her was no longer the familiar one she once knew.
"Minister's wives." It's just a former princess of Later Yan, of little importance." Murong Yao lowered her head, her voice filled with a hint of sadness.
Tuoba Gui quietly watched her, a hint of inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes. He suddenly reached out and gently held Murong Yao's hand.
"Your hand is as cold as jade," Tuoba Gui's voice carried a hint of tenderness, but his eyes still held an unfathomable confusion.
Murong Yao's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, painful and bitter. She gently withdrew her hand and said lightly, "Your Majesty is too kind."
Tuoba Gui fell silent for a moment, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He slowly returned to his main seat, gazing deeply at Murong Yao.
"You may leave," Tuoba Gui said coldly, his eyes devoid of the tenderness they had shown earlier.
Murong Yao nodded. This place is not suitable for a long stay, and she must find a way to make the person in front of her remember everything about the immortal realm and become the familiar Master-Xuan Hua Emperor Lord from her memories.
She slowly backed out, feeling confused in her heart. She didn't know what to do, but she wouldn't give up like this.
Outside the tent, the moonlight was like water, illuminating the entire camp. Murong Yao stood there, her heart filled with confusion.
"Princess, what should we do now?" The maid walked carefully to her side, her eyes filled with worry.
Murong Yao took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She had to find a way to make Tuoba Gui, also known as Master, remember her again.
"We can't give up like this, we must survive in Northern Wei," Murong Yao said firmly, her eyes filled with an unyielding light.
The maid nodded; she knew the princess had always been a very strong person.
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