"Madam, let's believe in Dazhasa!" After saying that, she pulled Madam Zhao away, endured the pain in her heart and signaled Dazhasa to act according to etiquette.

She also saw Da Zasa's busy life during this period. Of course, the old man was busy with his son. All this was only good and no harm to Run'er.

However, when Dazasa slowly put the child into the rolling medicine, even Yuan Lie changed his face.

"Run'er!" Yuan Lie looked at his son's dark medicine in shock.

"Consort!" Madam Zhao wanted to step forward and snatch Run'er out of the pot, but was pulled by Yue Qiyun.

Yue Qiyun held her breath and bit her lips tightly, her heart tugging into a ball.

She believed that Dazasa would never harm her child, but seeing that the child was only wearing a small bellyband and was put into the boiling potion just now, Yue Qiyun couldn't help but close her eyes.

The members of the Lieyan tribe who were watching all changed their faces. If it weren't for the only witch god in the Yanbei grassland who put the little prince in the potion, they would have rushed up to save the child.

"Ah, my god!" In a moment, people exclaimed in surprise.

"This is the water that has been rolled away. Just put the little prince in?" The people onlookers discussed. Some timid women even couldn't bear to look at it anymore, covered their mouths and closed their eyes.

Yue Qiyun closed her eyes tightly and heard the rumblings of discussion, her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

"Scald him to death, burn that little bastard to death!" Mo Zheng, hiding in the crowd, opened her eyes wide, with fanatical hope.

The more she hates Yue Qiyun, the more she hates the child who is born with blue eyes. It is because of such eyes that even if she is smart, she cannot change the fact that this child is Yuan Lie's biological child.

"Burn him to death, God of Changsheng will bless him to death!" Mo Zheng clenched his fist nervously, waiting eagerly to hear the child's cry of being scalded by boiling water.

However, her hope is destined to fail again. The facts show that the gods on the grassland really protect this young little prince.

"Geeh..." Run'er giggled happily as soon as she was immersed in the medicine juice.

"Little Prince...he's fine!" People looked at the little child fluttering in the hot water in disbelief, and someone screamed.

"God of immortality blesses, the little prince is indeed the destiny of heaven, and is the Khan of our grassland!" Dazasa opened his arms and raised it towards the sky devoutly, his voice loudly, with an ancient long sound.

The sound of Dazasa was like a sound of nature in Yue Qiyun's ears. She suddenly opened her eyes and rushed to the pot of potion.

Run'er sat in the steaming potion, slapped the water happily while giggling, but her little face was dyed even darker by the potion.

"Shhh!" Yue Qiyun's feet became soft and she was almost silenced. At this moment, a hard and powerful arm blocked her waist.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Yuan Lie's rough and slightly magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "Don't be afraid of Qiyun."

For the first time, Yue Qiyun collapsed in Yuan Lie's arms and could not have the strength to leave. At this moment, she was just a weak woman and a mother who felt sorry for her children.

Yuan Lie took the opportunity to hang Yue Qiyun into his arms, comfortingly rubbing her back, and lowered his head and kissed her hair lightly.

"Little Prince, it's true that the gods descended to earth and were born in our Fiery Clan with the blessing of immortality!" Someone burst into cheers in the crowd.

"God bless my Fiery Clan, God bless our grassland!" The people who were fortunate to witness all this on the scene knelt on the ground and worshiped the sky above their heads.

Dazhasa nodded frequently while stroking her long white beard with a happy smile.

In the midst of joy, Run'er seemed to feel that she was not satisfied with soaking in water. Her little body slipped down and her little head was not in the medicine juice, and she blew bubbles inside.

"Hahaha...this brat!" Yuan Lie couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw his son like this.

The rumbling laughter in her chest sounded in Yue Qiyun's ears, and she woke up. How could she be so tightly held in her arms by Yuan Lie?

She reached out and pushed Yuan Lie's chest, hoping to push the man away from a distance, but unexpectedly, Yuan Lie hugged him tighter even harder.

"Let go!" Yue Qiyun shouted softly, shyly and angry.

"Don't let go, and don't let go even if you die!" Yuan Lie finally hugged his wife. How could he let go easily? He whispered in Yue Qiyun's ear.

"You bastard, believe it or not, I'll give you a good look in front of everyone?" Yue Qiyun wanted to bend her knees and use the same trick again, but Yuan Lie had been on guard for a long time. He clamped her long legs tightly and could not move.

"Whatever you want, this time you kill me, I won't let go... I won't let go for the rest of my life!" Yuan Lie seemed to be taking an oath.

Yue Qiyun was filled with energy. If she really started fighting with him in front of so many people, it would be really inappropriate.

There was no way, so she had to maintain such an ambiguous posture. Ren Yuanlie held himself tightly, stretching his body as hard as a piece of wood.

However, she could control her muscles, her limbs, and even her expression, but she could not control the heart that belonged to Yue Qiyun's original owner!

The heart was beating at an extremely fast frequency, making her whole body hot, but she could do anything.

In the crowd, Mo Zheng stared at the child who was called the pride of heaven, and the pair hugging each other tightly. Her eyes were filled with resentment. Her snow-white teeth bit her lips hard, and a drop of blood rolled down her lips, but she didn't notice it at all.

——It’s all because of that child! It’s all because of the evil spirit that she can’t die, that her brother Lie gave her originally own tenderness to Yue Qiyun.

Her lips were bitten by herself, and drops of blood fell down, but she didn't feel the pain. She only felt her heart was bleeding.

Whenever I see Run'er so favored by Yuan Lie, and whenever I see Run'er being loved by so many tribe members, Mo Zheng is both jealous and longing.

She really didn't want to see the dazzling scene. She quietly walked out of the crowd and returned to her residence.

"It would be great if that child was born to me!" Sitting in her yurt, listening to the praises of the little prince outside, she twisted her handkerchief and thought.

"Personal concubine, you have been married to Da Khan for half a year, so why is there no movement yet?" Amur stood aside, worried about his master.
Chapter completed!