Chapter 58

Just as a fight was finally stopped, in a northwest corner about ten miles away from where Yueyang and the others were, there was a small stream. At the edge of the stream, a blue and white tent was set up. A slender figure was sitting on a rock by the stream, facing away from the tent, softly humming an unknown folk song.

"Oh no... Something bad has happened..."

At this moment, a slender figure ran from the direction of the tent, accompanied by a hurried voice. Soon, the slender figure slowed down as it reached the side of the stream.

This was a girl of only sixteen or seventeen, with a round, rosy face, black eyebrows, and long, bright eyes that sparkled with frank and warm gazes. When she walked, she placed her center of gravity on her toes, always seeming ready to jump or fly.

With the girl's cry, the figure originally sitting on the rock turned around. As she turned, the surrounding scenery seemed to brighten up. She faced the flowers, with a slender figure and a head of black hair that flowed down her back, tied loosely with a blue ribbon. She wore a white sheepskin coat that fit her perfectly. The small stream beside her made her exceptionally beautiful face shine even more. She looked to be around twenty years old, but what was most remarkable were her bright, phoenix-like eyes, which gave her a spirited and heroic appearance.

The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said, "Xiaoman, what's wrong with you? You're so grown up and still so impulsive. Be careful, or you won't find a husband in the future!"

The Mongolian girl named Xiaoman pouted and said, "Sister Hailanzhu, something really big has happened. I came to tell you out of kindness, and you're still making fun of me."

It turned out that the beautiful woman sitting on the rock was the most beautiful flower of the Khorchin tribe, Bolorjigit Hailanzhu, the most precious daughter of Zaisan. This most beautiful flower of the grasslands was twenty-three years old. In modern times, this would be the age of a recent college graduate, but in this era, most women of twenty-three were already mothers with children running around. However, Hailanzhu was an exception, still living alone.

Hailanzhu's beautiful phoenix eyes twinkled as she smiled and said, "Alright, Xiaoman, tell me, what exactly happened?"

"Sister Hailanzhu, something big has happened! Do you know? A trade caravan from the Ming Dynasty actually fought with the Later Jin's troops. I heard that many people died. Now, Chief Zaisan and Wudamu have both rushed over. Don't you think this is a big deal?"

Hailanzhu's face showed surprise, "Hmm... This is indeed strange. A trade caravan from the Ming Dynasty dared to fight with the Later Jin's troops. Where did they get the nerve? Xiaoman, is the caravan you mentioned the one from Shanxi led by the Li family?"

"No way!" Xiaoman laughed, proud of herself, "Sister Hailanzhu, this time you guessed wrong. Uncle Pulile told me that the caravan that fought with the Later Jin's troops is a new one, led by a young man surnamed Yue! I must say, this guy has nerves of steel. He even dared to fight the troops of Prince Daisan and killed many of them. This is going to be quite a spectacle!" As Xiaoman spoke, a hint of schadenfreude appeared on her face.

"A new caravan? Fighting with the Later Jin's troops?" Hailanzhu muttered to herself, her face showing confusion, "That doesn't make sense. Prince Daisan is a seasoned warrior. Why would he go after a small trade caravan? Isn't that like slapping the face of our Khorchin tribe? This doesn't seem like something Prince Daisan would do."

"Who knows? But the incident has already happened. Chief Zaisan must be very angry. I wonder if the Later Jin people will still have the nerve to propose a marriage alliance! The Great Khan of the Later Jin is too shameless. He's almost forty and still has the nerve to ask the Great Chief to marry you. This is clearly a case of an old bull eating young grass!" As Xiaoman spoke, a look of dissatisfaction appeared on her face, showing her clear disapproval of the marriage.

Hailanzhu chuckled, looking at her playfully, "Xiaoman, I think you're just saying this because you don't want to accompany me to marry the Great Khan of the Later Jin."

"Of course not..." Xiaoman drew out her words, grabbing Hailanzhu's sleeve and pouting, "Sister Hailanzhu, wherever you go, Xiaoman will go. Xiaoman will never leave Sister Hailanzhu!"

"You little brat, your words don't match your heart, but you won't admit it." Hailanzhu turned around, gently tapping Xiaoman's nose with her slender fingers and then fell silent. Soon, a hint of worry appeared on her face, and she said softly, "What's the difference if it's an old bull eating young grass? Just like my aunt Bolorjigit Zhezhe and my sister Bolorjigit Bumbutai, they both married Huangtaiji. Now it's my turn. This is probably the fate of the Bolorjigit women!"

At this, the bright face of the originally cheerful girl was tinged with a hint of sadness.

Seeing Hailanzhu like this, Xiaoman, who had grown up with her since childhood, also had tears in her eyes. She held Hailanzhu's hand and comforted her, "Sister, don't be sad. The situation hasn't reached that point yet. Tomorrow is the sheep-snatching competition. According to our Khorchin tribe's custom, if you can find your ideal husband in the competition, it is blessed by the Eternal Heaven, and no one can interfere. If you can resolve your life's affairs in tomorrow's competition, everything will be fine."

Hailanzhu knew that Xiaoman was trying to comfort her, but she still managed to force a smile and patted Xiaoman's head without saying anything. She understood that finding an ideal husband in the sheep-snatching competition was no easy task. Not only was it uncertain whether she could find the one she truly desired, but even if she did, in the face of the Later Jin's overwhelming pressure, which young man in the tribe could stand up to the Great Khan of the Later Jin?

"Let's leave it to fate," Hailanzhu sighed inwardly. Just as she was about to speak, a series of continuous and urgent horn sounds came from the front. These horn sounds were different from the usual ones, continuous and very urgent.

Hailanzhu's expression turned serious, and she asked in confusion, "Xiaoman, what's happening up front? Why is Father having the tribal warriors' emergency assembly horn blown? Is something really happening? Let's go... We need to see what's going on..."

Indeed, Zaisan had ordered the tribal assembly horn to be blown because Yueyang and Daisan had clashed again.

Yueyang, standing at the front, squinted his eyes and looked at Daisan. His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably. If Yueyang still didn't know that Daisan was behind all this, he might as well buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

Looking at the young man with a hostile expression, Daisan's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt, and he said coldly, "Young man, I must say, you have a lot of nerve, so much that it surprises me. It seems you really don't take our Later Jin seriously!"

"Ha ha ha..."

Yueyang suddenly felt a surge of uncontrollable laughter. Even at this point, Daisan still insisted on maintaining his princely airs. Did he really think he was a god?

Looking at the old man with a money rat's tail and a well-fitted cotton armor, Yueyang struggled to suppress his urge to kill, stopped laughing, and asked, "Prince, shouldn't you be the one to explain? You not only sent troops to search my goods without permission but also tried to rob them. After failing, you even attempted to kill me to cover your tracks. How is this any different from being a bandit? Oh... I forgot, you are a bandit. This is something you are naturally good at, and I forgot that!"

"You insolent! Do you really think I won't dare to kill you?" Daisan was furious. For so many years, no one except his father and Huangtaiji had dared to speak to him in such a manner, especially not a merchant from the Ming Dynasty whom he looked down upon.

Just as Daisan was about to lose his temper, Zaisan also shouted, "Enough... Prince Daisan, this young man is right. What right do you have to search my trade caravan in my tribe? Who gave you the nerve? Do you really think I won't dare to complain to the Great Khan?"

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