We are all elderly people who desperately escaped back then.
The old woman lost her husband and son, and her entire family was wiped out. Only her infant granddaughter survived.
He himself always puts the tribe's interests first, yet he still doesn't get any credit, all because this old woman knows how to flatter the lady and says things that the lady and the young master like.
As a result, his power and status in the tribe were less than half that of that old woman.
Now, this outsider hasn't even lain down in the young master's tent yet, and she dares to disrespect me. Will she trample on my face in the future?
This maid also uses the begging nanny to oppress people.
Elder Shan glared angrily at Yu Quan, who had shrunk behind Song Liyun, thinking only of how he would punish this audacious maid when he returned to the tribe.
Song Liyun stopped arguing with Elder Shan and instead looked at Song Dekui and Lin Qingyuan with a strange expression.
These two have never been afraid of trouble.
Especially Uncle Kui, who would say a few words to anyone who disrespected him, but now that he was being humiliated in the Wuda tribe, Song De Kui didn't say a word.
Lin Qingyuan didn't even stand up straight, but lazily slung over the horse's neck, looking like he was watching a good show.
Ultimately, he went through all that trouble to make this trip just for Song Liyun's business ventures.
After the Uda tribe was wiped out, he could only sigh a few times and then find another tribe to cooperate with; there was no real loss.
Moreover, once the young master dies and the marriage falls apart, I will still have a chance to win Song Liyun's heart.
Although Song Dekui didn't move, he wasn't as calm as Lin Qingyuan. His fists were clenched so tightly inside his leather robe that they cracked, and his face was ashen.
Xiaoyun's marriage was arranged to take place in a Di barbarian tribe, which he was somewhat unwilling to accept. The place was desolate and cold, far inferior to the cities of the Wu Dynasty.
If Xiaoyun can live a happy life, that's a different story.
But now it seems that the people in this tribe are not easy to get along with.
He was more than happy that the old man would ruin the wedding so he could take Xiaoyun and leave without having to worry about the fate of the Wuda tribe.
Song Dekui thought this to himself, but he couldn't help feeling aggrieved, and his eyes glared as if he wanted to devour someone.
Song Liyun could tell that Uncle Kui was angry, but she didn't understand why he was so angry and didn't say anything.
Elder Shan was somewhat smug when he saw that Song Liyun didn't argue with him at all, but he also felt a bit disappointed that he had no opponent.
Following Song Liyun's gaze, he naturally saw Song Dekui, who was acting like a black-eyed chicken, and Lin Qingyuan, who was acting like a peacock.
Lin Qingyuan had dressed up carefully for today in preparation for meeting the renowned beauty, Madam Wuya.
The outer sheepskin robe for warmth was wiped with snow again and again until the fur was shiny and the outer satin was also brand new.
Her hair was carefully combed and oiled, ensuring it wouldn't get messy even after running for an hour.
Around his neck was a string of raw stones of various colors, probably all the goods he had acquired on the grasslands.
Lin Qingyuan was already quite good-looking, and with this extra effort in dressing up, in Elder Shan's eyes, he was no less handsome than the young master.
As for Song Dekui's swaying figure inside his fur robe, it didn't catch Elder Shan's eye; the grasslands didn't accept such a frail man.
Elder Shan's mind was in turmoil. Song Liyun was the wife that Granny Qi had chosen for the young master, but he had never liked her. It would have been better to form a marriage alliance with the grassland tribes. He should have found a woman from the Wu Dynasty.
Now, a woman from the Wu Dynasty has come to our door on her own, accompanied by two young men... Is there something wrong here that we need to discuss?
Especially the man with the raw stone hanging on his head; he was young and very handsome.
Thinking of this, Elder Shan, smugly believing he had seen through something, walked up to Lin Qingyuan and asked arrogantly, "And who are you? Why have you come to my Wuda tribe?"
Lin Qingyuan scratched his horse's neck and said lazily, "We are Miss Song's attendants."
He is experienced and avoids such complicated matters whenever possible.
If there's a problem, talk to someone in charge; don't argue with these stubborn, powerless old Di people.
Even if a servant is good-looking, he is still just a plaything. Elder Shan scoffed at this.
Elder Shan looked at Song Dekui. Although this man was not good-looking, his fierce and aggressive demeanor suggested that he must be related to that woman from the Wu Dynasty.
Before he could even speak, Song Dekui roared, "This young master will not speak to this old servant."
Old slave!
Elder Shan's head buzzed!
This is outrageous! He is a tribal elder, yet he's been reduced to a lowly servant.
“You…you!” He turned around and shouted a string of Di language at a group of people.
Song Dekui couldn't understand it, but he had learned a few phrases from Balin and the others over the past few days, so he could still clearly hear the elder saying "Grab him!"
Balin and Zhemao, whose injuries had not yet healed, changed their expressions and immediately protected Song Liyun.
Old Qian and the others remained vigilant, riding swiftly to block Elder Shan's path, several gleaming knives extended towards him.
The people around Elder Shan were only carrying spears, and judging from their physiques and postures, they were not capable of going to the battlefield.
Upon seeing the knife pointed at him, he was terrified and retreated repeatedly.
Nima and Yuquan panicked.
Song Liyun is a distinguished guest from afar. These are special times. It's understandable that she would be questioned by the clan elders while waiting outside. But if she really got into a conflict with the tribe, she wouldn't be able to explain herself.
Several of the clansmen who had followed Wudan in his search for people the night before rushed over and hurriedly stood between the two groups.
Yu Quan shouted, "This is the young mistress of the clan! Whoever lays a hand on her will be punished by being torn apart by five horses!"
Dismemberment by five horses is the cruelest form of torture on the grasslands, and only those who betray their tribe or chieftain would do such a thing.
The attendants immediately withdrew their hands and dared not move.
Upon hearing this, Elder Shan's old face turned purplish-red. He pointed at Yu Quan and cursed, "You lowly servant girl, how dare you say such things! Beat them, all of you beat them! Throw these swindlers out! If anything happens, I, as the elder, will take responsibility!"
With Elder Shan holding the line, his clansmen immediately stepped forward and engaged in a fierce battle with Lao Qian and the others.
Shouts from men and neighing from horses, mixed with wild curses in the Wu Dynasty language and the Di language, instantly turned the scene into chaos.
Song Liyun's heart skipped a beat: was this the scene on her first visit?
Even though she had never been married, she had heard Yun Niangzi talk countless times about the ins and outs of marriage and its taboos, which was not a good sign.
Seeing Song Liyun's displeasure, Yuquan cried out in distress, "Young Madam, Elder Shan is senile; he doesn't keep his word."
The lady and Granny Qi always talk about you; they'll definitely come to greet you soon.
She was so flustered that she didn't know how a chieftain of a large tribe, who was also Song Liyun's future mother-in-law, could come out to greet people.
Song Liyun's face was ashen. She had come all the way to the Wuda tribe not to argue or fight with an old senile idiot.
Every minute and second wasted now will soon be counted in human lives.
We cannot afford to sacrifice our precious human resources for these pointless conflicts!
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