But no matter what,
I,
personally strangled all possibilities.
Zheng Fan looked at Xue Three,
Xue Three also cast a glance at his lord,
"My lord?"
"Remember how he looks now, go back and carve a statue for me, I want to keep it."
"Hu......"
Xue San heard this sentence and felt like his tailbone was about to wag, if he still had one.
The content of these words, and the expression while saying them, made Xue San feel that his lord is truly a pervert,
but surprisingly likable indeed.
"Rest assured, my lord, it's all remembered in my mind."
Lord Zheng nodded,
and instructed those around:
"Make camp here, I'm going to take a nap."
After speaking,
he leaned his elbow on the armrest of the chair, held his cheek, and closed his eyes.
Too lazy to find a place,
he just slept right here.
For a moment,
the surroundings were silent,
whether it was the captives being watched nearby or the Keyan Division warriors around, all instinctively lightened their steps trying not to make a sound.
When he was falling asleep,
this world,
should indeed be silent.
...
"This trouble, isn't it all caused by you? It would have been fine if you just led troops to chase those escaping slaves and had let them go if you couldn't catch them, but why did you have to kill them when you caught them and then pile them up? You fool, how could I have such a stupid son as you!"
The Naman King scolded his eldest son furiously.
The news just came,
the Yan Army have already broken through the pasture on the west side of the Deep Pool that originally belonged to the Anyang Tribe, their forces, in fact, have already approached the Naman Tribe itself.
The cause of all this was his eldest son's reckless actions!
"Father, what did I do wrong? Those Jin slaves dared to rebel and escape the tribe, they deserved to die; they should be shown their place, otherwise how can we continue to manage the slaves in the tribe in the future?"
"You bastard, you're stupid!"
The Naman King was too enraged to speak further, and now that his third son's life or death was unknown, the impact on him was significant, to say the least.
"Father, don't worry, even if the Yan people dispatch troops this time, their forces won't be too many. I am willing to lead our Naman Tribe warriors to meet the enemy."
Peace is peace, alliances are alliances. Just like how Lord Zheng was always thinking of capturing the Xueyuan Tribes as soon as he had the hands to do so, the leaders of the Xueyuan Tribes never naively believed that this kind of peace could last forever.
So, they also used their own means to probe the troop strength at the Snow Sea Pass.
As far as they knew, under Lord Pingye at Snow Sea Pass, the troops were not considered many.
But even so, he was still terrifying because behind Lord Pingye stood the Yan State's Lord Jingnan, and, at the same time, the entire Yan State.
Even if in a conflict with Snow Sea Pass they could win, what if Yan State sent a great army next, or dispatched their Southern Marquis again to lead the expedition against the Xueyuan?
The Wild People's Tribes of the Xueyuan, without their Wild King, already lacked cohesion. They simply couldn't organize a war capable of challenging a massive nation.
But the current situation, must be dealt with, they can't just let the Yan Army fight their way here.
However, facing his eldest son's request to fight, the Naman King did not agree immediately, but appointed one of his brothers as the general, to lead the tribe's warriors to meet the enemy, while simultaneously having his eldest son and second son—who was always at odds with the eldest—serve as deputy generals, each commanding their troops to cooperate in battle.
The Naman King understood the principle that the more critical the moment, the more he must guard against his sons.
After making these arrangements, the tribe's warriors began to prepare for the expedition.
Subsequently, the Naman King also received the envoys from nearby tribes who arrived yesterday. This time, the Naman King did not hesitate and agreed to split slaves and livestock as a price to gain the other tribes' military assistance, and requested that they quickly return to their tribes to persuade their leaders to send troops.
He even cited an example he once heard from his third son, called 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will feel cold.'
Having done all this,
an exhausted Naman King returned to his King's Tent.
This King's Tent was large, inside it could be divided into many small rooms.
The Naman King walked directly to the innermost area, seeing the beautiful woman sitting there weaving leather clothes.
The woman was in her thirties, dressed in red, sitting there like a ray of light shining, which made the Naman King immensely enamored.
Although this woman had not borne him any children, she held tightly onto the Naman King's heart.
The woman gave the Naman King a sweet smile,
"Meow..."
A cat's meow sounded from under the bed, soon after, a black cat walked out from there, it was her pet.
The Naman King sat down by the bedside, his eyes starting to blur.
He saw himself and her rolling together,
He saw himself and her embarking on a cloud and rain at Wushan.
However,
in reality,
the Naman King merely fell asleep, snoring noisily.
The woman put down the leather clothing in her hands, glanced with a hint of disdain at the Naman King who was sleeping soundly on her bed, shook her head,
and said:
"It seems something has happened to the Naman Tribe."
There were only two people in this King's Tent, one of whom was already in a deep sleep.
But soon, a third voice appeared:
"Do you regret it?"
This voice came from the black cat.
The woman stretched lazily without hurrying to answer.
The cat jumped directly onto the bed, looked at the woman, and spoke human words:
"Hua Ji, do you regret it?"
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