"dragon···"
Just as he was about to ask, Hao Yun was dumbfounded. He didn't know what the Dragon Mother's name was, only her nickname.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Hao Yun slapped his forehead, realizing how stupid he had been.
Where do the Targaryen siblings live?
The little girl's eyes widened in panic, but she quickly regained her composure and pointed in a direction.
"Good to know. Take me there."
Hao Yun nudged the little girl, then stood behind her and used invisibility.
The little girl, who was about to lead the way, stood there dumbfounded when she realized that the person who had threatened her had suddenly disappeared.
"Lead the way, don't look back, I'll follow you the whole time."
Upon hearing the sound, the little girl shivered and obediently led the way, while constantly glancing behind her out of the corner of her eye.
She couldn't understand why she could hear voices but not see people. Was this witchcraft?
The two walked one after the other, winding their way through the maze of streets until they arrived at a small courtyard. The little girl pushed open the door and went inside.
Hao used his divine sense to investigate and found that there were two people in the room, both women, but their appearances weren't particularly outstanding.
At that moment, the little girl suddenly sped up and rushed into the room, shouting loudly.
"Catch the assassin! There's an assassin!"
The two maids inside the room walked out looking bewildered. The room was empty; where had the assassin come from?
"Miss Daenerys, where is the assassin?"
Hao Yun, who was following behind the little girl, finally realized what had happened. Damn it! He had been tricked. The little girl who was leading the way was none other than Daenerys Targaryen!
Using his divine sense, Hao Yun knocked out the two maids and rushed into the room to subdue the young Dragon Mother who was trying to escape.
No wonder I felt something was off earlier, wondering why this little girl was being so cooperative. Turns out she's the person I've been looking for.
The little girl stared stubbornly at Hao Yun, her small hand reaching into her bosom towards a dagger.
"I advise you to be honest. I really didn't expect to be so easily fooled by a little girl like you. Let me ask you a question: how old are you?"
Hao Yun had come all the way from the North to find Daenerys Targaryen, only to find that she was just a little girl.
"Thirteen."
Hao Yun fell silent. Damn it, that Ma Wang was a beast. How could he lay a hand on a thirteen-year-old girl? No wonder he died a horrible death.
"Don't be so nervous, I just want to see the last surviving member of the Targaryen family."
From Hao Yun's eyes, Daenerys saw a hint of disappointment, and for some reason, she suddenly felt safe.
Chapter 143 The Young Daenerys Targaryen
The room was silent. Hao Yun sat in a chair, unsure of what to do.
He rushed over to find Daenerys Targaryen, not to raise a little girl, but since he was already there, he couldn't bear not to do something.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for us siblings?"
Hao Yun's silence didn't mean Daenerys wouldn't speak; she stared intently into his eyes, trying to discern something from them.
"If I told you I was God, sent to change your destiny, would you believe me?"
The two stared at each other, and Daenerys, of course, did not believe Hao Yun's nonsense. She simply did not believe that there was a god in this world. If there was, why did no god come to save her when she prayed?
"Believe it or not, I originally came to you to take you away and change your tragic future, but now, to be honest, I have no interest."
As he said this, Hao Yun's eyes swept over Daenerys's flat chest, his gaze carrying a strange meaning.
That look made Daenerys very uncomfortable. I'm still young, it's not like I can't develop. What do you mean by that look? Who do you think you are?
After a brief moment of anger, Daenerys calmly considered the meaning behind Hao Yun's words.
She and her brother wandered from house to house among countless nobles, and she was very good at reading people's expressions to get by.
She saw only regret in Hao Yun's eyes. He was clearly very interested in her, but that interest quickly disappeared when he saw that she was a little girl.
Daenerys breathed a sigh of relief; she had seen countless men stare at her with greedy eyes.
"Why would you want to take me away? I'm doing well here, with my brother protecting me. Why would I go with you?"
Daenerys was clearly not confident when she said this, as her brother would vent his frustrations on her whenever he was wronged outside.
"Is it really that good?"
Hao Yun's eyes held a hint of mockery, and his tone was quite frivolous.
Judging from Daenerys's current physical development, she is slightly malnourished, and there are still unhealed bruises on the inside of her arms under her sleeves.
"By the way, there's something you probably don't know yet: your brother plans to marry you off to the Horse King in exchange for his army."
Before coming to Pentos, Daenerys had done some research on the local customs and culture. She naturally knew what Khal Drogo was. Instantly, her expression changed. She hadn't expected that her brother would do such a thing in order to restore his kingdom.
The nomadic tribe to which the Horse King belonged was incredibly barbaric and insane. If she were to actually marry the Horse King, her fate would be unimaginable.
"You're telling the truth!"
Daenerys's voice trembled as she spoke; after all, she was still a naive young girl.
"If you don't believe me, you can ask any of the maids. I think they all know, only you don't."
Seemingly because the chair was uncomfortable, Hao Yun got up and sat on the bed. He smelled the faint fragrance on the bed and lazily lay down on his side.
Daenerys trusted this stranger; she wouldn't lie to her about something like this, because she could easily expose the lie by asking anyone.
After accepting reality, Daenerys's eyes gradually became lifeless, and her radiance slowly faded.
"Now you know why I came, right? So, do you want to leave with me?"
Yawning, Hao Yun pondered how he would settle the young Daenerys Targaryen with him if she really left. Would he have to take her with him to conquer the world?
Thinking about it carefully, it's not bad. Just treat it as playing a real-life version of a sandbox game where you conquer cities and territories. Anyway, in this world, I'm like someone with cheat codes, I have a built-in cheat device.
If I succeed in conquering this world, could I promote Chinese culture and let people from another world experience the spirit of communism?
Hao Yun, whose thoughts had wandered off course, paid no attention to Daenerys. In any case, when it came to conquering cities and seizing territories, one more or one less of her wouldn't make a difference.
"Can I think about it?"
Daenerys spoke, a sliver of hope still clinging to her heart that this stranger was deceiving her, that her brother was not planning to marry her off to Khal Drogo.
"Whatever. If you've thought it through, crush this and I'll come get you."
Hao Yun tossed a communication jade talisman to Daenerys and vanished from the room in the blink of an eye.
Hao Yun used earth magic to return to the courtyard, fed the six ice wolves some pills, and then went back to his room to wait patiently.
As night fell, the governor's mansion was brightly lit, and one after another, the group of obese nobles entered the mansion.
The center of this banquet was naturally the Targaryen siblings.
The beggar prince put a lot of thought into preparing for this banquet, and specially commissioned a magnificent suit.
As the last prince of House Targaryen, Viserys was quite elegant and handsome; at least among a group of fat men, he could attract the attention of many noble ladies and aristocratic young women.
Viserys also enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention. He greeted everyone elegantly, especially the beautiful noble ladies.
The only person out of place at the banquet was a burly man, shirtless, sitting to the side drinking.
This burly man is Khal Drogo, Daenerys's fiancé, and the most powerful Khal of the nomadic tribes.
As the protagonist of the banquet, Daenerys made her appearance, dressed in an expensive aristocratic outfit, and gracefully entered the banquet hall, led by her maids.
As soon as Daenerys entered the banquet, she attracted the attention of all the men. They made no attempt to hide the greed in their eyes, each one wishing they could devour her whole.
Daenerys was already used to that kind of gaze.
"Our protagonist has finally arrived, Stormborn, Daenerys Targaryen."
The governor was adept at creating a lively atmosphere, gathering the surrounding nobles who all came forward to greet Daenerys and offer her a kiss on the hand.
As she was grabbed and kissed by fat, greasy hands, Daenerys suppressed her nausea and smiled as she returned their kisses.
"Hey, do you see that? That's Drogo, the most powerful khal of the Droax. Do you see his long braid? That's the symbol of his honor."
"In the Dhorax people, the loser has to cut off his braid. His braid is so long that it means he has never lost."
The governor stood beside Prince Viserys the beggar and spoke to him in a low voice.
Viserys looked at Drogo with intense desire, wishing he could immediately marry his sister to him in exchange for the army he wanted.
Noticing the change in Viserys's expression, the governor patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't rush, the other party will give you the army as agreed. Now you just need to enjoy this dinner."
As an investor, the governor was more greedy than anyone else; it was just that the time hadn't come yet.
Daenerys, who was attending the banquet, was now in utter despair. She finally believed that her brother was going to marry her off to the cruel Khal Drogo.
Daenerys, heartbroken, longed to leave this place immediately, but years of obedience made her hesitant to make a decision.
She worried that if she left with the stranger, she would still suffer inhumane torture, since her brother often treated her that way.
Chapter 144 Taking Advantage of an Opportunity
After spending more than an hour mingling with the nobles, Daenerys used the excuse of being tired to leave the banquet early.
Back at her lodgings, Daenerys leaned against the window, gazing blankly at the pale moon in the sky.
She hesitated, wondering whether she should leave. She didn't want to marry the Horse King; he seemed too rude, and she feared she would die if she married him.
If it were a stranger I met during the day, I think I could accept it, after all, he was so young and handsome.
Thinking of this, Daenerys's cheeks flushed slightly, and her legs tightened involuntarily.
After comparing the two options, Daenerys made up her mind: she would leave with the stranger, even if she was tortured.
Daenerys took out the hidden jade talisman from under the bed, gritted her teeth, and threw it to the ground.