Five

A gust of wind swept up the nine banners in front of the golden tent, making a rustling sound. In the distance, the neighing of fine horses could be heard, accompanied by faint flute melodies, as the shepherds around the northern capital played bamboo flutes to lead the horse herd out of the city for grazing

My sister is my goddess, I am dying, and only she can save me. She is twelve years older than I am, and at that time, she was already married to the old lord of the Zhenyan tribe. She learned of my demotion and brought her son from the Zhenyan tribe, riding on horseback all the way to find me. When she found me, I was barely alive, my mouth was so sore that I could not even swallow cheese

Buruhua said, if I could marry Aihan, then there would be hope for returning to Beidu. However, at that time, Aihan was a renowned beauty and the only daughter of the Chao family, and all the brave men on the grassland wanted to take her home. With my abilities, how could I easily win at the Wolf's Den? Nevertheless, Buruhua said it was fine; he guaranteed that Aihan would definitely be mine

The wind is strong outside, let's go into the tent to rest. Aunt has prepared the milk porridge and will bring it in. Lady Ying is holding the Crown Prince's hand as they turn back to the tent

The samurai attendants stood in two rows, and Daga Salala took Asule's hand, stepping onto the large red velvet carpet in front of the golden tent. The sound of the drum, low and steady, seemed to come from nowhere. Standing before this golden tent, even a grand noble with tens of thousands of slaves could not help but feel a sense of awe.

He only said that he must bring back his head to the Northern Capital for the Grand Duke to have a good look at it

Bahang is robust and strong, resembling a true barbarian warrior. He also enjoys talking, but since childhood, he has felt that none of his words carry the same weight of reason as those of his elder brother. Therefore, he has always been reluctant to speak much in the golden tent.

Asule took a small step back

Then let it be evenly distributed among each family! The Sixth King Suha, the Great Khan, stood up and said loudly, "The part that belongs to me, I will send to my brother to open up the northern lands!"

"Then why is it possible?" Mu Li coldly retorted from the right, "The Great Khan has pastures in the north, so he sends people to the north to cultivate the land. Seventy thousand people, just to open up the land for the Third Prince's pastures. How many people will die?"

"Everyone, rise." The sovereign stood up from the throne and slowly walked out from the mist.

The four great khans and the generals who held military power sat quietly, divided into two teams. Kings Three, Six, and Seven were seated on the mat to the left, their eyes fixed straight ahead, while the generals stood on the right, casting sidelong glances. The two groups remained in a stalemate, as if a taut string in the golden tent was about to snap at any moment. However, King Nine, who stood with the generals, noticed the arrival of the grand khan and, from a distance, pressed his hand to his chest in salute.

"The number of my serfs in the north is not merely 70,000; why should I care about these 70,000?" The Great Khan Taigor did not even glance at the plow, "I will send these traitors to cultivate the land, merely as a punishment for these lowly scions of the Zhenyan tribe"

Amoc emerged from the tent, stretched his arms, and took a long breath, looking up at the azure sky where a wisp of cloud floated leisurely in the air. He suddenly felt much more awake. A waft of milk fragrance came to him; the female slaves were heating milk porridge over the fire. In the copper pot was pure white sheep's milk mixed with boiled shredded meat and barley. The nomads of the grasslands were not averse to strong smells. Amoc felt warm all over and quickly dashed over, rubbing his hands in anticipation of the porridge being ready. He glanced to the side and saw the young female slave with a slight blush on her cheeks, shyly turning her head away from him.

The speaking general stood shoulder to shoulder with the wooden plow; he was Bah, the elder brother of Bahang. He is of the Tie clan, and his Eastern Lu name is Tie Jin · Bah. He also commands a troop of cavalry. Bah is short and thin, his skin truly resembling iron, not very old in years, yet he appears like a weathered herdsman aged by the elements. His iron armor does not fit snugly, and it clinks as he walks. His speech is quite halting, and he takes a long time to articulate each sentence, while his younger brother Bahang, without much thought, immediately nods in agreement. Bah is short and thin, his skin truly resembling iron, not very old in years, yet he appears like a weathered herdsman aged by the elements. His iron armor does not fit snugly, and it clinks as he walks. His speech is quite halting, and he takes a long time to articulate each sentence, while his younger brother Bahang, without much thought, immediately nods in agreement

It was all a matter of many years ago... The lord squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, "Back when I was still the crown prince, my brothers held great power, and no one paid me any mind. I was only twelve years old then. A twelve-year-old child only knows how to ride a horse and wield a sword; how could I understand anything else? My mother is from the Eastern Lands, as you all know, and half of my blood is Eastern blood. My brothers did not believe me, pointed out my faults, and exiled my mother and me to the Silver Village north of the Fire Thunder Plain. You all know about the Silver Village, right? It used to be a large pasture, and no one has been there for many years... My father misunderstood me, refused to see me, and said he would never acknowledge me again, only giving me ten horses, two attendants, and a bow and arrow.

Amoche raised his head and met the child's gaze

"This matter has not been revealed to me by the great deity of the Pan-Tian, so let the sovereign and the nobles decide." The response from Dahe Sa was clear and concise

Alright! A commanding voice emerged from the smoke

Dahesa turned around, and the Third Prince Xudahan was bowing with his hand on his chest. Xudahan resembled his father greatly; at first glance, he looked just like the young monarch. However, he always wore a smile and never seemed to be in a hurry with anything he did. People often said that when the princes went hunting and spotted a deer, Xudahan was always the last to draw his bow, yet the deer always fell to his arrow.

"Dahesa has arrived late, and now everyone is arguing about how to deal with the remaining women and children of the Zhenyan tribe. My brothers want to send them north to cultivate the land, while the generals of the Chao clan and Eru wish to settle them near the Northern Capital. What is Dahesa's opinion on this?" The voice of the lord emerged from the smoke.

When one is hard-hearted, one should think of the loved ones in your tent. Now everyone knows to read the books of the Donglu people, and the books of the Donglu people come in all varieties. " The Grand Duke said softly, "However, only when one understands the two characters of 'broad-mindedness' can one be considered to have truly understood. Everyone, please withdraw. Dagasar, you go and bring Asule in to see me.

Everyone, please rise. The child's soft voice echoed above the crowd, From now on, there is no need to kneel before me

The expression on the lord's face revealed no joy or anger, and he continued to speak in a measured tone: "We ran out of food halfway, relying solely on hunting and drinking mare's milk to survive. I fell ill with a cold, and my health deteriorated day by day. Winter was approaching, and it seemed like a dead end. My two companions were unwilling to stay with me; they quietly fled at night, taking away the three milking mares. My mother knew I could not survive without mare's milk, so she had no choice but to ride after them, pleading with them to at least leave one mare behind. Winter was fast approaching, and it seemed like a dead end. My two companions, coveting my mother's beauty, violated her and left behind one mare. My mother brought that mare back to me, and the next day, she slit her own throat. I wished I could eat their flesh and drink their blood, but I could barely move, my body alternating between cold and hot, curled up in the tent, only struggling to drink a few sips of mare's milk when I was on the verge of starvation.

The voice of the sovereign was not loud, yet it dispersed the clamor; people were momentarily stunned and bowed in unison. Inside the tent, there was a profound silence, so quiet that it was somewhat unsettling

Even if punished with hard labor, being punished at the Third Prince's ranch has no precedent

The interior of the golden tent appears far more luxurious than its gilded exterior. The top is adorned with matching golden silk, and surrounding the tent is a thirty-zhang long tapestry made of raw silk, depicting the most famous story of the barbarian tribes, "The Tale of King Xun." At this moment, a flap of felt to the west is lifted, allowing warm sunlight to pour into the tent. To eliminate any unpleasant odors, fragrant smoke wafts from a golden dragon-shaped incense burner, with sunlight shifting and changing within the haze. The sovereign sits upright on a sable fur seat amidst the smoke, as if enveloped in a gauzy veil, rendering his features indistinct. To eliminate any unpleasant odors, fragrant smoke wafts from a golden dragon-shaped incense burner, with sunlight shifting and changing within the haze. The sovereign sits upright on a sable fur seat amidst the smoke, as if enveloped in a gauzy veil, rendering his features indistinct.

After more than ten days, winter arrived. One day, the mare went out to graze and never returned. The tent was torn, and I slept inside it. At night, the sound of the wind surrounded me, and the stones outside were blown about, making it feel as if I were the only person in the entire world. At that time, I thought I was about to die, that the god of the sky was coming to take me away... The lord paused slightly, "When I woke up, I did not see the god, but the face of my sister Sudamar. I was lying in her arms, and she was feeding me with her own milk." At that time, I thought I was about to die, that the god of the sky was coming to take me away... The lord paused slightly, "When I woke up, I did not see the god, but the face of my sister Sudamar. I was lying in her arms, and she was feeding me with her own milk."

The people in the tent were somewhat uneasy, as the lord's temperament was somewhat capricious, and no one could decipher the meaning behind his words

Beruha is the heir of the Zhenyan tribe, and like an adult, he claims he wants to take care of me. When he was seven years old, he rode on horseback with my sister to find me, carrying a small bow and arrows in the saddle, and on the way, he shot and killed a large wolf. At that time, I had already been demoted and was nothing; the people of the Zhenyan tribe did not care about me, and I was met with cold stares. Beruha gave me his waist knife, saying that with this knife, anyone who dared to bully me would be his enemy. His method was simple: if anyone was rude to me, he would wrestle with that person. Even as a child, he was strong enough to lift someone and throw them to the ground, leaving the weaker ones unable to get back up. Thus, no one dared to bully me again

Amoc had been holding back for half a day and finally couldn't help it, "He Sa, you and your wife each holding one hand, it looks just like the prince's father and mother..."

The old man was momentarily taken aback, then jumped up and pulled a burning stick from the fire. Amoc laughed and ran around the tent, while the old man, panting heavily, chased after him. The female slaves exchanged secret glances, and finally, one young female slave couldn't help but smile, prompting everyone to burst into laughter, which lifted much of the gloom from the faces of the older women

The lord suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, as if that scene were still before his eyes

The warrior had grown old, not wearing a helmet, his grizzled hair swaying in the morning breeze. His worn leather armor was covered in dark stains, and around his neck hung the cast-iron leopard's fang symbolizing his status as an iron-toothed warrior. A heavy and fearsome wolf blade was sheathed at his waist, its hilt adorned with a wolf's head gaping wide, holding an iron skull.

A pale head lies on the red brocade, that of Longge Zhenhuang, the chieftain of the Zhenyan tribe. Brought back from the distant south, the head has been preserved buried in lime, with its muscles and skin having shriveled. At first glance, no one can distinguish the head of the tribal leader from that of an ordinary warrior. Only the expression appears so tranquil, nothing like that of someone who died on the battlefield.

Asule did not evade, nodding slightly, "General Mu Li."

Mu Li withdrew his gaze, seemingly satisfied with the Crown Prince's performance. "The Great Lord summoned Sa and the Crown Prince to the Golden Tent Palace for a meeting. I feared the slaves might lose their words, so I came to take a look myself"

"Get up, get up." The lord pulled him up, "Erlu, although you are not my biological brother, the battles you have helped me win over the years far exceed those of my few biological brothers. There are some things between us that need not be spoken. By the way, did you not find the jade I sent to Longge Zhenhuang on him?"

Several khans and generals were discussing matters in the golden tent, while our father instructed us brothers to wait outside. However, as soon as Daghasa arrived, he was invited to enter the tent immediately. He stepped aside to lift the curtain for Daghasa.

The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry is our Qingyang's foremost elite force, the foundation for guarding the Northern Capital. How can my brother transfer the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry to the prince's command? I, as the younger brother, cannot accept this.

The corner of her eye suddenly caught sight of a warrior standing by the tent, holding a knife

Oh... did he say anything?

Tagore stared wide-eyed and suddenly stood up, kicking the cushion away, "Liu Haimu, you slave brat, do you dare to urinate on the heads of our Lu family? What status do you have to speak in this tent?"

The child quietly looked at her for a while, moved his lips, and said, "Mum..."

Yes. Before the lady spoke, Asule had already responded softly.

The lady hurriedly stepped in front of him to separate the two, "Mu Li... why are you here?"

"Dahesa, as always, is the fastest to escape." The voice of the sovereign was cold, laced with a hint of mockery

Yes, everyone answered respectfully

The nobles have all dispersed, leaving only the Ninth Prince behind

"Dahesa." The child smiled gently

Aihan is the name of the first Yanshi of the Great Lord, belonging to a barbarian tribe. Her family, the Chao clan, is a prominent family of the Qingyang tribe. With the support of the Chao clan, the Great Lord was able to inherit his current position. To this day, the Tie brothers and Mu Li among the generals are originally servants of the Chao clan

The old man clearly wanted to go in, but felt it was not very convenient, so he could only awkwardly stop. He pulled out Amoche from the group of female slaves and - illustrations - books, asking, "What are you laughing at?"

I speak only of the rules established by the ancestors of the Lü family! The wooden plow does not retreat in the slightest; these rules should be clearer to the Great Khan Taigeer than to me, this slave child!

No, my younger brother has searched for it

There was a moment of silence, and everyone knelt down

Mrs. Ying was momentarily taken aback, holding his head in her arms and letting out a soft sigh. The child obediently leaned against her, his hand still tightly grasped by the old man, unwilling to let go. Amochi blinked his eyes and suddenly covered his mouth, letting out a suppressed giggle. He dared not laugh too loudly and quickly turned to hide behind the maid. The old man noticed and looked at him in surprise.

Are you afraid of what others might say? Are you concerned that people will claim that Erlu has usurped the military power after being appointed as the Great Khan? Perhaps some will even say that with the strong army under his command, Erlu intends to rebel? The sovereign patted the back of the Ninth Prince's hand and held it firmly, saying, 'Erlu, heroes of the steppe do not fear the gossip of others; we establish our reputation through our swords and military achievements. I grant you the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry because I see that you can command this strong army with ease. There are not many generals in Qingyang who can master the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. Brother wants you to lead this cavalry to protect the Northern Capital. No matter what others say, I believe in you!'

"It is truly fortunate to be able to meet Hesa," came a respectful voice from the side

Last night, the old man's mysterious story and the furtive expressions of the female slaves were suddenly cast aside by him. Amochi felt a surge of happiness, took a copper spoon from the hand of a female slave to stir the porridge, and looked up to see a white-headed hawk swooping down at a low altitude, just catching a fish. This was the life he was accustomed to, with the grassland steeds and otter meat; the stars and the celestial beings were actually separated from him by a layer, having no real connection. After all, his understanding of astronomy was not particularly good.

Brother. Asule raised his head and greeted.

The sovereign reached out and lifted the lid of the wooden box

Yes, my brother is right, there is no precedent

Asule silently turned back, his gaze following the birds startled into the sky by the loud noise of the gathering and Amoti. He tightened his grip on Lady Ying's hand, "Aunt, when I was in the south, I also missed home very much"

The lord raised him up with both hands, "Eru, you have misunderstood your brother. Beruha is dead, indeed, and I am deeply pained. But what use is my pain? Even if you bring him back to the Northern Capital, can I refrain from killing him? I am the sovereign of the Kurig Assembly; if I do not kill him, the five clans will force me to do so. Beruha must die; if you kill him for me, allowing my hands to remain untainted by his blood, I would feel somewhat better in my heart.

Several khans did not go to war, yet the discussion ultimately revolves around the division of slaves. The wooden plow remains cold, and there is no such custom among our ancestors

The Ninth Prince was taken aback for a moment and hurriedly attempted to kneel again

Later, Aihan's father wanted to choose a son-in-law and sent a letter to convene the Wolf Conference from all directions, as you all know

"Is that so? Beruha, do you still wish to see me one last time before you die?" The sovereign fell silent for a moment, waved his hand, and said, "You may leave now."

Prince Jiu took a deep breath, broke free from the Grand Lord's grasp, knelt down, and forcefully knocked his head on the ground, saying, "If I, as a younger brother, still fail to live up to my elder brother, then there is no need for me to continue living as a person!"

Later, I went to the Zhenyan Department, where I stayed for twelve years. The following year, my sister passed away. She contracted my illness but could not endure it. In her final moments, she brought my hand and her son's hand together, telling him to take care of his uncle, and then she died. Her son is named Beruha, and you all know his Eastern Land name, which is Longge Zhenhuang. At that time, he was only eight years old. Her son is named Beruha, and you all know his Eastern Land name, which is Longge Zhenhuang. At that time, he was only eight years old.

A chill crept into the hearts of the people. After ascending to the throne, the sovereign found the two companions from back then, wrapped them in horsehide, and personally led the cavalry to trample them in turn until they were reduced to a pulp.

Mrs. Ying held his other hand, gently stroking his face, and for some reason, her hand trembled slightly

Take the young master down to rest said Xu Dahuan, a companion of his

Dahesa neither stood on the left nor on the right, but ran to the corner of the golden tent and stood under the lifted felt, basking in the warm sunlight, and yawned. Still, no one spoke. He tilted his neck, drooped his head, and his eyelids gradually became too heavy to hold up. The Ninth Prince saw his early rising and sleepy appearance, smiled mysteriously, and said nothing.

"Eru, is there anything else?" The sovereign pressed his temples firmly and said, "You have returned victorious these days, and there are indeed many matters to attend to. My brother is also somewhat fatigued."

The great lord sighed softly, "The hearts of people in this world change quickly. Last year, I killed the Khan Daderi of the Lanma tribe, and this year, I killed Beruha. In this vast grassland, the number of those who truly support me as their great lord is dwindling. You are the arrow of my Qingyang, and you must assist me in eliminating the enemies of Qingyang. My brother has high expectations of you. There is no need for you to return the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry; from today onward, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry will be warriors under your command." You are the arrow of my Qingyang, and you must assist me in eliminating the enemies of Qingyang. My brother has high expectations of you. There is no need for you to return the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry; from today onward, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry will be warriors under your command.

He nodded and then saw the gazes of the three great kings across from him, as if a knife had fiercely cut across his face.

The sun has finally risen, casting a hue on the grassland that resembles scattered gold.

He tapped the vermilion wooden box on the table, not speaking immediately, his silence carrying a pressure that instilled fear in everyone present, including the esteemed King of Sweat and the generals, who held their breath in apprehension

"The Third Prince." Dagesa hurriedly pressed his hand to his chest in salute. He had never paid much attention to the nobles, but having received too many gifts from Xu Dahang, he felt somewhat constrained in his presence

"It is the head of a lion on the grassland," the lord said softly, "Erlu brought it back for me to see. In fact, I would rather not see it, just pretend that I never had such a nephew... I want to tell you a story"

On the day of the Wolf Gathering, I discovered that Beruha had also arrived on horseback. I was quite surprised; apart from Elu, none of you had ever faced Beruha as an opponent. If it came to mounted combat, he is the only hero I know, second only to my father. Even a wooden plow would not withstand his blade. I thought that if Beruha were to compete, I would naturally not be able to win. I owed him a great debt of gratitude, so I was prepared to concede to him. However, Beruha did not speak to me; he merely winked at me from the crowd.

When I left the Zhenyan Department, I purchased a piece of pure jade from a merchant from the Eastern Land and had it carved into a delicate jade ornament to present to Beruha. That year I was twenty-four, and he was twenty. I said that if I were to return to the Northern Capital and become the great ruler, I would grant him the pasture south of the Tiexian River to keep forever, and that delicate jade ornament would serve as my token to him at that time

Gu Xuan? Ah Mo Chi recalled that rumor

"Alright, alright, our Asule has returned again." The old man, holding one of the child's hands, scratched his head in delight, overwhelmed with joy and at a loss for words

The lord supported him, "What is the matter this time?"

The sovereign ceased to speak, turning away as his gaze swept across the faces of the generals and princes. Wherever his eyes landed, everyone involuntarily lowered their heads, enveloped in a profound silence. Long Ge Zhen Huang's defection from the Kurige Conference was met with unanimous support for execution from the princes and generals. The sovereign remained silent for a long time before ultimately agreeing. Everyone knew that the sovereign had once resided in the Zhen Yan tribe, but many were unaware of the bond that existed between the sovereign and Long Ge Zhen Huang. Nevertheless, despite this connection, Long Ge Zhen Huang still met his end at the hands of Qing Yang's iron cavalry

Mrs. Ying looked into his eyes, unsure of what to say

He was scooping a spoonful of porridge to taste when he suddenly heard the sound of the tent flap being lifted. Turning his head, a child draped in a white robe stepped out of the tent, squinting slightly at the rising sun

Mrs. Ying and Dahe Sa were both startled. When the old man sprang out, he was only wearing a belt to hold up his trousers, exposing his chest, with a linen robe flowing loosely over him, exuding the wild spirit of a galloping stallion. He squatted in front of the child, staring at him intently with a face full of eagerness, without uttering a word

In this attire, there is only one person on the grassland, the renowned general Qingyang, Mu Li, the husband of Lady Ying. The Wolf Blade has severed countless enemy heads, and the leather tube armor he carries is the same armor he wore during his campaigns alongside the Great Lord, never replaced over the years; each stain is a testament to the blood of countless enemies. Mu Li pushed aside his wife with one hand, narrowing his eyes slightly as he stared at the child, the gaze from the slits of his eyes sharp and intimidating like a blade of light

After the wolf was captured, Beruha pretended to have seized the wolf, luring the young men into the valley, where he then captured their warhorses one by one. He employed the same old method, wrestling with those men; those who could defeat him were allowed to leave the mountain to continue pursuing the wolf. Those who could not defeat him had no choice but to stay behind. As a result, no one could best him, and the number of competitors against me was reduced by more than half, allowing me to easily seize the wolf and marry Aihan. It was not until the evening that Beruha returned with those men, and they all sat by the campfire drinking. As they drank, his wounds reopened, and he fainted... In truth, he was not an iron man.

Long Ge Zhen Huang's rebellion against the Kurige Assembly has violated the ancestral rules. E Lu killed him, which brings me great comfort. The bond between Long Ge Zhen Huang and me is as close as the ancestral rules. However, it was Long Ge Zhen Huang who rebelled, yet my brothers intend to send over seventy thousand people to the northern lands. Among those seventy thousand, not all of them had the intention to oppose the Kurige Assembly. A herdsman, when the leader rebels, can only follow along; it is not their original intention. I cannot repay Long Ge Zhen Huang, so I will repay his kin instead. The seventy thousand women and children will be arranged by Mu Li to settle in a new pasture near the Northern Capital, and their weapons will be confiscated. I do not want to hear anyone mention this matter again.

The expressions of the three old princes changed slightly, and they seemed somewhat unsettled even while seated. They were certainly more aware of these matters than anyone else, yet since the ascension of the Grand Prince, it had not been mentioned. As time passed, the several brothers gradually became neglectful. Today, the Grand Prince suddenly brought it up in front of everyone, and the past came rushing back to them, making them realize that the Grand Prince had never truly forgotten.

Different from the first time I saw him, his eyes resembled a tranquil lake, with those melancholic expressions settling at the bottom, not revealing themselves. Noticing that Amoche was observing him, the child gently smiled at him. His smile was very gentle and pleasing, yet devoid of any hint of joy

The moment he stepped into the tent, Dahesa was taken aback; the tent, which should have been filled with discussions, was surprisingly quiet.

In the distance, Bi Mogan and Tie were waiting in front of the tent with two princes and their attendants, but they were unwilling to approach due to Xu Dahuan, merely nodding at Da He Sa from afar

Khan Taigor is the eldest among the living brothers of the great lord, and in terms of cattle, sheep, and land, he is also the most prominent. When he speaks, the six kings and seven kings all nod in agreement

"Asule, we have finally returned to the Northern Capital," said Xudahan as he turned to his younger brother

The Ninth Prince knelt down and bowed his head, "Brother... Brother has made a mistake; I should have brought Long Ge Zhen Huang back for you! Brother forgives my ignorance; I truly did not know..."

The left and right sides represent the boundary of influence between Prince Mogan and Prince Xudahan. Although Dagesa is known for its fine wine, it has never stood on the wrong side due to intoxication

The Great Khan of the Sanwangtai, Ge'er, could no longer contain himself and stood up, saying, "It has already been stated that the rebellious traitors are not even worthy of being made slaves! Not executing them is already an act of mercy; sending them to the north to cultivate the land, what is wrong with that?"

Crown Prince

This time, the defiant Khan Taigor remained silent, and the golden tent was eerily quiet

In his youth, the young lord had a patch of white in his eyes, and his brothers called him the "White-eyed Eagle". This was said both because of his sharpness and because of his cold, vengeful nature. At this moment, several old princes involuntarily recalled this nickname in their hearts

Asule!

"Great Khan Taigor, what more do you desire? Your sister Sudamar has already died, and I have even killed her only son. What else do you truly want?" The Khan suddenly seemed aged, "You have many slaves; even if you add another 70,000 to cultivate the land, it is not a significant number."

The Eastern Land refers to the barbarian tribes as the Golden Tent Kingdom, which originates from the tradition of the great lord residing within a golden tent. The barbarians live by following water and grass, having no fixed abode, thus they reside in tents made of bamboo, wood, and sheep wool. The golden tent where the great lord resides is several dozen times larger than an ordinary tent; in the making of this large tent, two thousand whole cow hides were used, and its exterior is coated with gold, shining brightly on clear days and visible from several miles away.