The White-haired Queen

Chapter 141: Prairie Banquet

Duanmu Yi stared at Wen Lanyue closely. He noticed that her eyes were full of determination and trust, which made him feel a powerful force surging in his heart.

Yes, he told himself secretly, he would be able to cure Amu's muteness. He thought of the difficulties and challenges he had experienced, but he overcame them every time with firm belief and unremitting efforts.

However, the fact that his master was poisoned by drug testing has become an indelible pain in his heart. Whenever he thinks back to that moment, he feels deeply remorseful and guilty because he was unable to detoxify his master at that time. This regret is deeply engraved in the depths of his soul, making him fear and worry about anything that has expectations.

He often recalled every moment he had spent with his master in the dead of night. His master's careful instruction, care, and high hopes for him all came flooding back to his mind. However, he was powerless at the critical moment, which made him feel that he had failed his master's trust and expectations.

Now, facing the impending muteness and new challenges, Amu's heart is always full of contradictions. On the one hand, he longs to make a difference and live up to the expectations of those around him; on the other hand, he is worried that he will fail again and repeat the same mistakes. This inner struggle makes him feel painful, but he can't get rid of it.

As a result, he fell into a cycle: the more he wanted to prove himself, the more he feared failure; the more he feared failure, the harder it was for him to move forward. He knew that this was not a solution, but he could not find a way to break this vicious circle. Perhaps, only when he truly let go of the shadow of the past and regained his confidence and courage, could he get out of this predicament and realize his dream.

Duanmu Yi looked into Wen Lanyue's eyes, took a deep breath, and a sense of pride surged in his heart. He knew that curing Amu's muteness would be a difficult task, but he firmly believed that he had enough ability and wisdom to overcome this problem.

He would study the symptoms carefully and look for the most effective treatment. This might require trying various herbs and secret recipes, or combining traditional medicine with modern technology. No matter how difficult the situation, he would not give up, because he was carrying the expectations of Amu and all the people who cared about them.

Duanmu Yi was determined to go all out and live up to Wen Lanyue's trust. He believed that as long as he persisted, he would be able to create a miracle for this acquired disease and let Amu speak again and regain health.

About an incense stick of time later, Bei Mingyu returned to the big tent holding some dried wave grass flowers, and vowed: "Don't worry, this medicine has been found, it will definitely cure the disease and turn the patient from critical to safe."

When Wen Lanyue heard this, she felt a little relieved and nodded to thank him.

After the imperial physician took the wave grass flower, he gently touched Duanmu Yi's shoulder and said softly, "Come out with me!" He then explained in detail the usage of the wave grass flower, and then found an excuse, claiming that King Beicang had summoned him for an urgent matter, and then hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Duanmu Yi followed the imperial physician's instructions and quickly prepared the medicine. After feeding it to Amu, he picked up Amu and walked straight out of Beiming Yu's tent.

Seeing this, Wen Lanyue hurriedly bowed and said goodbye to Beiming Yu, followed closely, and accompanied Duanmu Yi to his yurt.

Wen Lanyue asked with a worried look on her face: "I just heard Bei Mingyu say that you and Amu actually encountered an assassin?"

Duanmu Yi nodded gently and replied firmly: "Don't worry, everything has been dealt with. I will protect Amu tonight and will never let him get hurt. You must also be more careful. I feel that something else will happen tonight."

Wen Lanyue frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't they succeed? Amudu has been poisoned."

Duanmu Yi analyzed: "I think now that they have dealt with Amu, they will definitely find a way to deal with us next, so that we won't reveal the truth in front of King Bei Cang tomorrow."

Wen Lanyue said solemnly: "Then you must pay attention to safety at night." However, before she finished her words, a voice came from outside the tent: "The banquet has begun. Please move aside, distinguished guests. The prince invites you."

The cool breeze on the grassland in autumn brings a refreshing feeling. The open-air banquet, without too many gorgeous decorations, looks natural and casual. The breeze blows, and the grass sways, as if cheering for the feast. People sit together, laughing and talking, and everyone's face is filled with enthusiastic smiles.

Bei Mingyu sat at the head of the table. He was tall and straight, with an elegant temperament, like a shining star, attracting everyone's attention. Beside him, Wen Lanyue and the Wolf Lord of the Ebony Tribe sat on both sides, facing each other.

Wen Lanyue carefully looked at the wolf lord opposite him, and saw that he was burly and strong, like an unshakable mountain. He had large ears, thick palms, and long fingers. With such physical conditions, he was undoubtedly a good wrestler.

And from his thick arms and strong muscles, we can see that his fighting ability should be quite strong. Looking at his face, his cheeks are flushed, revealing a heroic spirit, and he is even more generous when drinking, which makes people admire him.

Wen Lanyue thought that if he was not in a hostile position, this wolf lord might be a good friend worth making. Unfortunately, fate made them rivals. However, such an opponent also made Wen Lanyue excited. She looked forward to competing with him to see who was the real strong one.

Eating large pieces of meat, drinking large bowls of wine, singing loudly, dancing gracefully, there was no trace of restraint on the faces of these Beicang people, they fully released their emotions and enthusiasm. After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere became more heated, and people began a wonderful sword dance performance.

I saw a tall man holding a long sword, dancing swiftly. His movements were smooth and natural, and each move was full of power and beauty. As the rhythm of the music quickened, his sword skills became more and more fierce, sweeping in like a violent storm, dazzling the eyes.

The audience was amazed. They applauded and cheered, impressed by the dancer's superb skills. Other people from the Northern Cang country were not to be outdone and joined in the sword dance. For a moment, the swords flashed and the figures were in chaos, forming a spectacular scene.

In this joyful atmosphere, people forget all their worries and troubles and immerse themselves in this grand carnival. They express their love for life and their vision for the future in their own unique way. There is no restraint or restriction here, only freedom and unrestrainedness; there is no indifference or alienation, only enthusiasm and friendship.

Just when everyone was immersed in their thoughts, a shining sword stabbed towards Wen Lanyue...