Then I lost my intuition.
The dozens of beautiful concubines who had been making a fuss with him in the big tent all night were also frightened.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Please don't scare us."
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
After a night of tossing and turning, Ashilan finally ran out of energy.
But strictly speaking, the death of this prince of the grassland was not unjust. At least, he enjoyed himself before his death.
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The news of Ashilan's death reached Zhao Min's ears in less than a quarter of an hour.
Zhao Min was still a little weak at the moment. It was not for any other reason, but because she had vomited almost the entire night after leaving Ashilan's tent last night.
She was really disgusted by Ashilan, so disgusted that she almost vomited and fainted.
Until now, Zhao Min's face was still frighteningly pale.
But when she heard the news of Ashilan's death, her spirits suddenly improved, she no longer felt nauseous, and her face became rosy.
Zhao Min looked up to the sky and shouted in her tent: "Hahahaha, you are finally dead. It's a good death. It's a great death. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers under your command are now mine."
At this moment, Zhao Min finally got her reward.
But even though Ashilan was dead, Zhao Min had no intention of letting him go.
Last night, when Zhao Min was vomiting, she had already thought of a way to take revenge on Ashilan.
That is to hold a funeral for Ashilan with Mongolian characteristics.
Zhao Min wants to personally hold a sky burial for him. Only in this way can she completely get rid of the hatred in her heart.
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