The male chieftain of the Ji clan gritted his teeth as he looked at them.
Although he knew that women were unruly, he never expected them to be this unruly.
He is clearly the patriarch of the Ji clan!
He is capable of controlling the entire Ji clan!
Why do they still treat him the same way they would any other man?
The male clan chief's fair and clean face turned bright red. He was furious, but he still had to maintain his image in front of his clansmen and the Jiang clansmen.
He forced a low voice and said, "You..."
Ai Cao pushed the little boy from the Ji tribe forward a little more. The little boy hadn't slept well the night before, and after being jostled around on Ai Cao's back for half the morning, his legs were already weak and his body ached.
The last time he was pushed by Ai Cao, he thought it was to let him catch up with his uncle; this time, his faint sixth sense sensed something was wrong. But he still trusted Ai Cao wholeheartedly.
He knew that Ai Cao came to the Ji tribe to annex them.
But he only thought of himself as a guide.
After leading the way, what was he supposed to do? He was just an ordinary little boy; how could he possibly get involved in women's affairs?
The little boy looked bewildered and staggered forward two steps. He stood closer to his uncle, their similar faces meeting across two meters.
The little boy stammered, "Uncle..."
The male clan chief berated him, "Idiot! Don't call me uncle! You're a member of the Jiang clan now, you have nothing to do with me!" He trembled with anger at the child, "Get out!"
Artemisia calmly reached out and placed it on the little boy's back. She blocked his path and became a safe haven for him.
The little boy, who had been somewhat flustered, calmed down once more. He composed himself and, following Ai Cao's words, asked, "Uncle, is it really true that the Ji clan's warehouse is out of rabbit skins...?"
The male clan chief, whose sore spots had been repeatedly hit, was furious, his eyebrows standing on end. He wasn't so much angered by the women of the Jiang clan, but rather by this child, who was driving him nearly to his death.
He felt a tightness in his chest.
The male clan chief, panting heavily, said, "Shut up! You idiot!"
The little boy shut his mouth in a daze. When he was still in the Ji tribe, he had heard many people call him stupid.
He had thought he was already familiar with these words—after all, once his uncle calmed down, he would hear praise for his intelligence once again.
But he wasn't used to it.
The women of the Jiang tribe raised him to be a man of the Jiang tribe, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The women of the Jiang tribe would only let him go hungry when he was disobedient; they wouldn't call him stupid or foolish.
They are not as capricious as the summer sky.
They were always consistent. Whether he cut his hand while plucking bird feathers, pricked his hand while doing embroidery, or dropped a piece of meat on the ground—they would not blame him.
They would only drive him away.
The little boy thought that the women of the Jiang tribe were all good people.
They took her in because she wasn't liked by the Ji tribe; they gave her food to eat and a room to sleep in.
Compared to the male patriarch of the Ji clan, his own maternal uncle, the women of the Jiang clan were better.
Moreover, there's Jiang Ai there.
The little boy's expression softened at the thought of Jiang Ai.
He could feel the heat coming from his back.
Moreover, it seemed that the heart beating in his chest was connected to her heart through Jiang Ai's hand.
The little boy mustered his courage and said, "You're the one who should get lost!"
This was the first time he had ever uttered the word "get lost." His pronunciation was a little rusty, but his tone of voice was very much like that of a male chieftain of the Ji clan, clearly learned through exposure and osmosis.
The women of the Ji tribe chuckled softly. Their laughter wasn't loud, but to the male chieftain, it sounded like a piercing, shrill twang.
He could no longer contain himself, veins bulging on his forehead: "You—you idiot!" he yelled, using unfamiliar words, "You've forgotten your roots, daring to talk to me like that just because you have a young face?"
The little boy stared straight at him: "I'm telling the truth! You're the one who should get lost!"
A gentle support came from behind him.
He felt supported and spoke even louder: "If my mother hadn't died, how could you have become the chieftain of the Ji clan!"
Chi You had already retreated to the side. She enthusiastically took the spot closest to the argument, watching the uncle and nephew hurling insults at each other.
The little boy mentioned the death of his sister, the former chieftain of the Ji clan, who is now the male chieftain.
The little boy was the son of the former chieftain. Usually in the tribe, those who were not killed at birth or were not betrothed to a woman early on were raised in the tribe with good food and drink.
He shouldn't have fallen so low as to join the Jiang clan.
But his mother died during a hunt, dragged back to the den by a wild beast. The previous chieftain had not left behind a girl to succeed him, and there was no woman in the tribe willing to take over the mess.
That's why his uncle became the chief of the Ji clan.
The male clan chief gave his nephew to the Jiang clan in exchange for a young boy from the Jiang clan. From a reproductive standpoint, this was detrimental to the continuation of the bloodline and the development of the clan.
Where can one send off their own family member?
It's understandable that the little boy would be harsh on his uncle.
But the male clan leader who was being criticized showed no remorse whatsoever.
He glared angrily at the little boy who was shouting in front of him. His eyes practically spitting fire, and a hoarse, unpleasant voice squeezed out from his throat: "You want to be the clan leader?"
The little boy proudly raised his chin: "If you can be the clan chief, why can't I be the clan chief!" He shouted, "The former clan chief was my own mother!"
He didn't know what it meant to be the clan chief, nor did he know what the position of "clan chief" meant to his uncle.
He was just going along with what his uncle said.
The male chieftain's guess was confirmed. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long breath amidst the low snickers and laughter of the women around him.
He lifted the hem of his outer robe, revealing a rumpled inner garment. His inner garment was adorned with ornate decorations, and a plain dagger hung from the plant-dyed belt at his waist.
The Ji women, who had been smiling, lowered their voices. The position of Ji chieftain wasn't inherited through a sword, but through a green stone tablet engraved with the character "Ji." Therefore, the Ji women had no idea what the male chieftain intended to do.
But if we disregard his status as clan chief—the women's smiles widened.
They exchanged a few lighthearted glances.
Therefore, his subsequent actions are quite predictable.
The male clan chief drew his sword.
The dagger pierced the little boy's chest.
The little boy stared blankly into those bloodshot eyes.
He said, "Huh?"
The warmth and support behind him disappeared.
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