The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

"Hey, why are you walking so fast?"

Li Mochou jogged to catch up with Huang Rong and stopped her.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Huang Rong's face was gloomy, and her tone was very low.

"What are you talking about? So what if she has it?"

"What's it to you?"

Huang Rong really wanted to slap her awake.

Li Mochou asked uncertainly, "You don't still suspect that the Princess and he are having an affair?"

"Really?"

Li Mochou may have believed it before, but she doesn't anymore.

After all, the princess had no reason to deceive them, so she naturally got married and had children.

That doesn't match the timing.

He'd definitely marry her first; he wouldn't have time to meet any princess.

Li Mochou suspected that Huang Rong had gone mad.

Huang Rong calmed herself down.

"You should go back first. I have something to report to the princess." Huang Rong waved her sleeve and hurriedly walked back.

Li Mochou was left alone in the wind.

In the small courtyard of the Princess's residence.

The princess addressed the dark, shrouded courtyard, "Have you seen it before?"

"Yes." A hoarse voice sounded from the darkness.

The eldest princess changed into her palace attire again.

"So he went looking for you?"

Silence in the darkness.

"How's the search for the remaining followers going?"

A hoarse voice rang out again from the darkness: "Liuli Ying is still working on it. I don't care, I'm worried about her."

"That's natural," the princess said, resting her chin on her hand as she looked out the window.

"However, if what she said is true, it's not entirely unbelievable."

As the evening breeze blew, the drizzle in the courtyard dissipated in the wind.

At this moment, the palace maid knelt outside the courtyard and said:

"Your Highness, Chief Huang requests an audience."

The eldest princess was taken aback, then said, "Let's go to the study."

When Huang Rong saw the princess again, she felt that she was different again.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's different.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I had the good fortune to obtain Yue Fei's last will and testament in the past, and I believe Your Highness is more suited to it than I am."

Huang Rong had considered teaching the imperial court, but she simply couldn't see the current situation clearly.

Moreover, she doubted the authenticity of the suicide note.

Guo Jing has been pestering her lately mostly because of this; he can't get to the island, so he can't get the Wumu Manual and has to go to Huang Rong.

Unfortunately, Huang Rong didn't carry this with her.

But now is the perfect time to talk to this princess.

"Oh, since Chief Huang has the fortune to obtain this, it is naturally yours."

These words made Huang Rong frown.

Huang Rong thought to herself, "It seems this suicide note is fake?"

Her expression remained impassive: "Your Highness is joking. I am but a woman; wouldn't it be a waste to have the treasures of King Wu Mu in my hands?"

"Rong, all I want in this life is to be a good wife and mother."

"Well... I wish Miss Huang all her wishes come true. I have other matters to attend to, so I will not entertain you any longer."

Huang Rong did not get up.

Looking at the woman who was completely unyielding, I felt like I couldn't understand a person for the first time.

From the very first meeting, this woman did not seem to have the attitude of a princess meeting a commoner.

It's clearly meant for communication among peers.

He always refers to himself as "I".

Is this the first time "this Empress" has used this term?

This is also what Huang Rong has always suspected.

She didn't know what reason it was that a princess who had been pampered since childhood and held imperial power would treat two women she was meeting for the first time with such a friendly and equal attitude.

She didn't believe there was no reason.

Huang Rong stood up, clasped her hands in a fist salute, and smiled, "Thank you for your kind words, Your Highness. However, Master Li left quickly and is now the principal wife. He is truly blessed. Then I will take my leave."

The teacup that the princess had just picked up fell onto the table.

Huang Rong turned around and pretended not to hear, hurrying away.

As she reached the threshold, she saw that there weren't even any palace maids serving outside the study.

"I have something to say, but I'm not sure if I should."

Huang Rong, however, did not wait for the princess's order and continued speaking: "Some things, once missed, can never be recovered. I hope the princess will think twice before acting."

Huang Rong turned and left.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

The eldest princess sat alone at the desk, her eyes showing struggle. Her fair, jade-like hands gently rubbed her abdomen, and her face was filled with tenderness.

"Mistress, was my decision wrong?"

No one responded to her.

"It seems that's not right."

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out: "Yes. But since the princess is already married, the prince consort naturally has the right to know everything."

"Shouldn't Xiao Wu have arrived by now?"

The hoarse voice replied, "Yes."

The eldest princess remained silent.

He got up and left the residence.

The carriage went straight ahead, heading towards the colossal behemoth formed by towering walls.

It is slowly opening its massive maw, waiting to devour this speck of dust along with its fate.

Two days later, at dawn.

A horse-drawn carriage slowly drove along the official road.

The driver was a handsome young man.

White robes fluttered in the wind, and black hair danced in the breeze.

It was written in a very elegant and unrestrained style.

While they were traveling, a stunningly beautiful young woman emerged from the carriage and suddenly sat down beside him, joining him in the journey.

"Why did you come out?"

Guo Fu leaned on his shoulder.

"I'm coming out now that the medicine has been changed."

Yang Guo did not wait for Cheng Ying to fully recover before leaving.

Instead, he took Cheng Ying with him.

Since we're going to seek medical help, it doesn't matter whether we bring one wounded soldier or two.

One man and four women were walking on the official road.

However, the journey was not very peaceful.

The further south you go, the more refugees and bandits you encounter.

Countless people come here seeking bad luck.

Even Yang Guo saw the Mongol soldiers roaming around.

He knew perfectly well why.

I fear that this attempt to use the route to besiege Jin is nearing its end.

When the Mongols passed through Song territory, did they kill more Song people or more Jurchens?

Yang Guo didn't dare to give a definite answer.

"Brother Guo, what are you thinking about?"

Yang Guo looked back and saw that there were still a few refugees chasing after the carriage, begging for some food.

"Fu'er, what kind of life do you want to live?"

"Huh? I'm too young, I haven't thought about that."

Yang Guo glanced at it.

Where is it too small?

"Hmph, where are you looking?" Guo Fu pinched his face.

"I want to be like my mother, to love and hate fiercely, but also to have my own life."

Yang Guo smiled.

"What? You want to be a beggar too?"

Guo Fu was furious.

"Watch out, or I'll report you. See if you dare call her a beggar."

Yang Guo was embarrassed.

"Quick, quick, that's them! There's something on the carriage, everyone hurry!"

Another mob has arrived.

Enraged by the interruption, Guo Fu exclaimed, "Isn't the imperial court going to do anything about this?"

Guo Fu even saw a troop of Mongol cavalry behind the rioters.

"Fu'er, you drive the carriage."

Yang Guo lightly touched the roof of the carriage with his toes, his figure leaping up and stepping on the crowd of rioters as if walking on flat ground, and in an instant he had intercepted the Mongol cavalry pursuing group.

Suddenly, the situation changed. The pupils of the riders in the lead shrank, and before they could even utter a curse, Yang Guo's leg swept across with the force of wind and thunder, his toe precisely striking the throat of the rider in the lead.

He spun around again, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, his legs flying in a flurry of motion, the sound of bones shattering echoing through the air.

Within moments, nine out of ten riders had fallen, leaving only the last one standing stiffly, his face ashen.

"It seems these Mongol cavalry aren't all that great, and your Khan is even more useless."

Yang Guo grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up.

"Kill me if you want! My Great Khan's iron cavalry will trample every inch of the Central Plains sooner or later. I'll make all you Zhao officials grovel on the ground and lick my feet."

"Heh, you should worry more about your Khan, he won't live much longer."

Yang Guo's palm force contracted.

With a flick of his right hand, he threw down the corpse, then stepped on the horse's head and spun back to the carriage.

Seeing that the Mongol cavalry were not pursuing them, the mob scattered.

Yang Guo pondered for a moment and said:

"Fu'er, let's go into town."