"Brothers of the Ubi tribe, the Great Khan just sent word that we should not go to Guixiong Pass, but instead go north across the river to meet him and await the Khan's arrival."
In the distance, a man dressed in white fur armor rode over and shouted loudly at us from a distance, but he didn't dare to come any closer.
Xiao Zhixing spoke in the same rough voice, with a hint of awkwardness, much like someone who rarely speaks.
"But... are you brothers from the White Feather Clan? The Ubi Clan knows, and our tribe will follow you."
"Yes, we agree to set off together at noon."
"Okay, my department has no objection."
He is very sparing with words and has a strong tendency to be socially anxious.
The other party left after delivering the message.
Xiao Zhixing decisively intervened by sending a barrage of comments:
[SuSu, SuSu, hurry! I just checked the information. The White Feather Clan is an important tribe, and they've come too. They're even leading the way! I'm sure there might be a big fish among them!]
[Yes, I noticed that too. That small group in the very middle is them. There are less than two thousand of them, yet they've become the leaders. There must be some important figures among them!]
【Huh? I think I have a suspicion!】
[You guys aren't talking about ******, are you?!]
[Stop playing dumb, everyone! Tell us your guesses!]
[SuSu, open the map with God's Eye view, just for a little while, let's see. If there are no big shots, then forget it, the points are mine!]
Bai Su counted the few points he had just accumulated and had no choice but to reluctantly give them up and obey the rich tycoon's order to start a live stream in God's View.
The camera focused on the two thousand members of the White Feather Clan inside the main tent.
"Third Elder, tribes are gradually joining us, and there are probably around 30,000 of them," a White Feather Clan elder reported.
At the head of the group was a young leader with a short beard, whose features were obscured except for one dark eye—he was a one-eyed man with an eyepatch over his right eye.
"Then we won't wait any longer. We'll break camp and set off in an hour."
The one-eyed leader said, "Everyone, march north across the river at top speed."
"yes."
Xiao Zhixing looked at the man, deep in thought.
[Hey, are there any historical figures who fit this description? Northern barbarians.]
[A one-eyed person—such an obvious feature; a celebrity would be easy to recognize.]
[Don't rush me, don't rush me! Scholars are already poring over history books!]
[Don't be ridiculous, I'll answer this. According to the StarNet search results, there were no famous one-eyed men during this period!]
Well, everyone got excited for nothing.
Bai Su couldn't wait any longer, "Then should I turn off this God's-eye view?"
She felt bad about losing points.
[Imperial History Institute: SuSu, the anchor, we suggest you don't close it! You can expand it further, and we'll provide the points!]
Bai Su: Okay, the authorities have given the order, so she has no choice but to obey.
Xiao Zhixing stared at the one-eyed man, continuing to ponder.
"Young Prince, it's time to set off." Huo Baijun thought she was daydreaming, so he rode over to remind her.
Xiao Zhixing leaped onto the back of the Blood Night horse and asked Huo Baijun seemingly casually, "Do you know anything about the princes of the Northern Barbarians?"
Huo Baijun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed:
“I’ve heard my father mention Xiao Kui. As for the other princes, I’ve only heard that he heavily relied on Xiao Chi and doted on Xiao Long. He also treated the other princes equally. I haven’t really learned much about them.”
Xiong Chumo, who had been mostly silent, said, "I... I heard that Xiao Long has been wearing a mask since he was six years old, and he doesn't even take it off when he sleeps..."
Seeing Xiao Zhixing encouraging him to continue, his expression became smoother:
"Xiao Kui has six sons. Xiao Long is the youngest and comes from the strongest maternal clan. He is violent and tyrannical. It is said that Xiao Kui favors this son the most, and it has been said that the sixth son resembles him."
"The eldest prince, Xiao Chi, comes from a humble background. His mother was a slave, a female slave who was kidnapped from Da Sheng. Because his right eye is double-lidded, he is considered an omen of bad luck by the Northern Barbarian royal family."
"Xiao Chi was spotted by Xiao Long when he was about eight years old. After that, he became close to Xiao Long and they were even inseparable. In recent years, his power has grown stronger and stronger, and there are even rumors that he is capable of competing with Xiao Long for the throne."
Huo Baijun interjected, "Impossible. The Northern Barbarians are incredibly ignorant. Xiao Chi has the bloodline of the Great Sheng, and is considered an omen of bad luck. They will absolutely not allow him to ascend the throne, unless..."
“Unless all the princes are gone!” Xiao Yun said.
"Hiss, if that's the case, then we'll have a good show to watch," Luo Zhengnan said.
Xiong Chumo nodded:
“Indeed, all four princes, from the second to the fifth, have powerful maternal clans behind them. Xiao Kui occasionally entrusts them with important tasks. These people will not submit to Xiao Chi unless he can wipe out all these tribes.”
"Xiao Kui is training Xiao Chi to be a weapon; he also needs Xiao Chi to help him suppress and balance those unruly tribes."
Xiao Zhixing laughed, "Xiao Long was attacked and killed on the battlefield. When the scouts found out, Xiao Long's subordinates all believed that Xiao Chi was responsible. At this moment, the Aite tribe must hate Xiao Chi to the extreme."
"Unless Xiao Chi is cleared of suspicion."
Xiong Chumo was certain, "But his situation remains dangerous. The other princes and the Aite tribe will seize the opportunity to attack him. If Xiao Kui gives up on this weapon again, he might even try to break it off himself..."
Xiao Zhixing cracked his whip. "But there are ways. For example, we could completely show weakness, strip ourselves bare, and hand over our belongings to Xiao Kui to seek a chance at survival."
Her smile was meaningful as she glanced at the one-eyed man in the White Feather Clan's ranks.
Huo Baijun said, "But wouldn't that make him even weaker? It would be easy for others to take advantage of him."
Xiao Zhixing patiently analyzed and guided the discussion:
"Then shift the focus of the conflict, for example, by targeting external forces."
"Or, if the main conflict between the various tribes and Xiao Kui breaks out and threatens everyone's interests, he, the weak son of a slave who has been brought down to the dust, will be temporarily ignored in the midst of danger and in the cracks, and will get a chance to catch his breath."
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