Wu Xuanye couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he heard these four words.
Your Majesty still naively thought that his waking up was a blessing to Southern Xinjiang.
As everyone knows, he hates Southern Xinjiang more than anyone else and wishes to destroy Southern Xinjiang.
Although he was born and raised here, he never received the slightest protection.
When he was chosen to be the Holy Son and the hope of southern Xinjiang, he also thought about being loyal and serving the country and the people throughout his life.
But what?
What did the country he wanted to protect give him in return?
With scars all over his body and decades of imprisonment and seals, he is just a puppet who has lost his freedom.
When Southern Xinjiang needs him, he is a high-ranking god.
When he loses his divine power, he becomes an ant that everyone tramples on.
Wu Xuanye took a deep breath, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and looked at the queen in front of him coldly.
Regarding her deeds, he heard something from the clan leader. A woman who can control southern Xinjiang has some abilities.
It's just that power can make people lose their true feelings.
Duan Qingli has long forgotten what her original intention is?
Wu Xuanye stood in front of the Witch Temple with his hands behind his hands, looking at the scene in front of him.
He asked: "Your Majesty is here, but what is the important matter?"
Duan Qingli stood side by side with him, and she said: "I heard that the Holy Son has the ability to predict misfortune and fortune. I would like to ask how the national destiny of Southern Xinjiang is?"
"Oh."
Wu Xuanye sneered: "What do you think, Your Majesty?"
Duan Qingli was stunned by his question. If she knew, why would she ask the Holy Son?
She said: "Please ask the Holy Son to clarify my doubts."
Wu Xuanye said: "Your Majesty must already know how I woke up?
It was the lady from General Beichen's Mansion who woke me up. Without her blood, my life would not be saved.
If Your Majesty wants to protect the southern border, he must leave her behind and let her stay with me forever.
However, do you think Prince Beichen will leave her in southern Xinjiang?"
Duan Qingli looked a little solemn, this was indeed a difficult problem.
Xiao Chengyi would not agree to leaving Shen Yunxi behind. If he and Beichen fell out, Nanjiang would face two powerful enemies, Nanyue and Beichen.
Just when she was thinking about how to solve it, she heard Wu Xuanye say: "Your Majesty's choice is related to the life and death of Southern Xinjiang. I hope you will be cautious."
Wu Xuanye left these words, turned around and returned to the Witch Temple.
Duan Qingli stood in front of the door, deep in thought, when she heard her son's voice behind her: "The Queen Mother really wants to place her hopes on the Holy Son. My son thinks he is just an ordinary man, nothing special."
place."
Duan Qingli said: "How can an ordinary person live so young for a hundred years?
The ancestors of Southern Xinjiang did not hesitate to seal it, which shows that this person has extraordinary abilities, and his strength alone is enough to defeat thousands of troops."
Jun Limo frowned: "So, the Queen Mother has made a decision to make Beichen and Nanyue enemies for a holy son?
Did you know that the combined military strength of their two countries is as many as one million, and it would be easy to conquer our southern Xinjiang.
What's more, the emperor of Beichen has been kind to you in saving your life, how can you repay kindness with hatred?"
Duan Qingli scolded: "Do you want to hand over Southern Xinjiang to others and make Gu become the sinner of Southern Xinjiang?"
Her eyes darkened and she said: "Southern Xinjiang is thousands of miles away from Beichen. Who can prove that something happened to Beichen's prince in our southern Xinjiang?
What if there is civil strife in Nanyue and Prince Beichen is killed and blamed on our southern border?"
Her eyes became a little fierce: "It's just that Xiao Chengyi was too confident and dared to come to Southern Xinjiang with only a few people."
Jun Limo looked at her and felt that his mother was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
He said: "Aren't you afraid that doing this will put Southern Xinjiang to death?"