"Yes, sir!"
Huyan Gu took the order and left.
A political storm targeting Zhao Muyun was brewing simultaneously in the capital of Yu Yinchao and the royal court of Beidi, driven by the Prince's Mansion and Beidi. The dark clouds were rolling towards Shuozhou.
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At the same time, deep in the grasslands south of the desert, the atmosphere in the Murong tribe's camp was extremely tense.
The dusty Murong Chunhua knelt in front of her father Murong Hu, her expression excited and determined.
"Father! Zhao Muyun is a man of great generosity and unparalleled loyalty! He commands powerful troops and possesses unfathomable abilities!"
"I fought against his general Tang Yanhai. His fighting skills were unheard of. He instantly made me lose my fighting power!"
"Far from looking down on me, Zhao Muyun treated me with sincerity. After I admitted defeat, he kept his promise and immediately released me!"
"How can such magnanimity be compared to the likes of the Loufan King and the Zhelan King?"
As Murong Hu listened to his son's story, his expression changed from surprise at first to solemnity later.
When Murong Hu heard Murong Chunhua's last words, "On behalf of the Murong tribe, I have sworn allegiance to Zhao Muyun! And I promised to persuade the tribe to move to Shuozhou for dependence," he suddenly stood up from the tiger-skin chair and his face turned pale in an instant!
"What? You... you dared to secretly represent the entire tribe and pledge allegiance to a general of the Yin Dynasty!"
Murong Hu's voice trembled with shock and anger. "Chunhua! You are confused! My Murong tribe has been nomadic in the southern desert for generations. Although we are dependent on King Loufan, we have our own roots!"
"Do you know what it means to relocate your entire tribe? Abandoning Prince Loufan and joining General Yin will bring about such catastrophic consequences! Why... why is Zhao Muyun worthy of the Murong tribe's trust?"
Murong Chunhua raised her head, her eyes not shrinking at all, but brighter instead: "Father! It is precisely because my Murong tribe has been here for generations that I understand the law of the jungle on the grasslands!"
"Lou Fan Wang treats us like hawks and dogs, using us when he needs them and discarding us like old shoes!"
In this battle of Feihukou, countless men of our army were killed or wounded. Did he show any mercy to us?
"Zhao Muyun is different! He values his word, is tolerant, and has the strength to protect our tribe!"
"Only by relying on him can our Murong tribe escape the fate of being enslaved and driven, and achieve true peace and prosperity!"
"Father, please trust my judgment!"
Murong Hu looked at the unquestionable determination and enthusiasm in his son's eyes and was speechless for a moment.
Inside the tent, the only sounds were the crackling of the burning tallow lamp wick and the heavy, rapid breathing of the father and son.
Joining Zhao Muyun, will it be a rebirth from the ashes, or eternal damnation?
The future fate of the Murong tribe hangs by a thread.
Murong Hu's hand subconsciously pressed on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
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