Duan Qingli was stunned, obviously shocked by Wu Xuanye's words. Mu Yun'an turned out to be the Queen of the Witch Clan and the Saint?
How can this be?
In order to protect the bloodline inheritance of the Holy Lady and Holy Son clans, intermarriage between the two clans has been prohibited since ancient times.
She frowned and said, "How do you know she is a saint and the queen of the witch clan?"
Wu Xuanye snorted coldly: "It wasn't just the Saint who escaped back then, there were also people from our Witch Clan, and Mu Yun'an is their descendant."
When he said this, his tone was very calm, but there was still a surge in his eyes, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
Duan Qingli was stunned for a moment before she realized. She only knew that the saint fled from southern Xinjiang a hundred years ago, but she didn't know that there were people from the Wu clan who fled with her. It seemed that the two people must have eloped.
She asked: "If you marry her, what will happen to the inheritance of the saint's lineage? Isn't it broken?"
If the bloodline of the Saint is cut off, the Son will also lose his divine power. Who will protect Southern Xinjiang?
Wu Xuanye raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. If I marry a saint, the children we have will inherit our inheritance.
In other words, if we give birth to a boy, he will still have the ability of the Holy Son, but he will not need to rely on the blood of the Holy Girl to maintain it, and this is the fusion of blood? Do you understand?"
Of course Duan Qingli understood, which meant that after Mu Yunan married Wu Xuanye, their child would still be a holy son, a holy son who did not need to rely on the blood of a saint to maintain his divine power.
If this is the case, it is a very good result.
Duan Qingli frowned, looked at Wu Xuanye and said, "Do you mean what you said?"
Wu Xuanye chuckled lightly: "If I don't marry her, the lineage of the Holy Son will be truly cut off from me. What's the use of just keeping the Holy Girl? To raise the Gu King?"
Duan Qingli: "..."
She has been to the Wu Clan, and there is no successor to the Holy Son in the Wu Clan. What's more, the Wu Clan has been extinct for a hundred years and has long lost its former prosperity.
Wu Xuanye is the last holy son of the Wu clan, and there is no other way but to believe in him.
"Okay, I will make good preparations for your marriage."
Duan Qingli agreed to Wu Xuanye's request.
She turned back to look at the people brought by Xiao Chengyi and Ye Xiuchen and said: "Gu promised the Holy Son that he would let you go. If you are sensible, you should leave our southern border earlier. Otherwise, don't blame Gu for being rude."
The hundreds of people had red eyes, but no one left. Some of them were secret guards brought by Xiao Chengyi, and some were masters of the Jue Sect.
Now, Xiao Chengyi is dead, Ye Xiuchen is captured, and they have no shame to leave here.
Duan Qingli couldn't help but look stunned when she saw them not moving. The strength of these people should not be underestimated. If they really fought, neither side would gain anything.
Originally, this rebellion had killed and injured many people, and she didn't want to start another violent war, but they were too loyal and no one left.
Duan Qingli asked with a gloomy face: "Why, do you still want to continue fighting? When we fought just now, Gu's men had already dispatched the armored army.
When the armored army arrives, none of you will be able to escape, so don’t blame Gu for not warning you."
Her armored army is stationed twenty miles away from here. It is the most elite army in southern Xinjiang.
When the battle just started, some guards had already taken her token to move reinforcements, just in case Wushuang's assassination failed.
"Let our sect master go!"
Someone shouted, asking Duan Qingli to let Ye Xiuchen go.