Lady Uya, fearing that Song Liyun might not know the relationship between the Mudan and Wuda tribes, explained it in detail.
Because the Dongyue tribe itself numbered over a thousand, and such old tribes would have a certain number of vassal tribes following them.
Even with the division, the Dongyue tribe can still mobilize several thousand people.
Therefore, although Zhao Tingduo had four hundred elite soldiers from the Lei Battalion, in order to be absolutely certain of victory, he still took away all the armed forces that the Wuda tribe could use.
However, near the Mida River in the Kara Mountains, Zhao Tingduo stationed a tribe that had previously defected there to be responsible for the defense of the Wuda main area.
Large numbers of enemy tribes were under the control of the Uda army. The only threat to the Uda tribe came from the scattered refugees.
With a population of three hundred, the Mudan tribe was well-equipped to protect the Wuda main force from bandits.
Knowing that Zhao Tingduo had made preparations in advance, and that Madam Wuya had already gone to inform them, Song Liyun felt relieved.
She knew it! Zhao Tingduo was also someone who followed the military, how could she have left herself with such a big loophole?
Although only women and children from the Uda tribe were present, they were arranged in advance.
Lady Uya has already informed Mudan immediately, and they will surely be able to stop the enemy.
Outside the tent, someone loudly announced that merchants Lin Qingyuan and Song Dekui from the Wu Dynasty, as well as the headman of Balin, were requesting an audience with the lady.
Madam Wuya looked at Song Liyun, somewhat puzzled.
Song Liyun hadn't mentioned the origins of these people yet; she simply treated them as her entourage and had them taken to the guest tent for tea and meals.
Demanding a meeting now is clearly not what I want.
Song Liyun slapped her forehead.
I had just noticed that Lady Uya seemed a little nervous, and I was also taken aback by her enthusiasm. In my panic, I forgot about my companion.
She quickly said, "Madam, I forgot to mention earlier that these people are not attendants. Lin Qingyuan is a merchant from the Wu Dynasty and has business dealings with me. He was the one who encountered the news of the enemy attack when he came out of the Mida River Valley."
Song Dekui is my uncle, and he took good care of my siblings and me.
I met the chieftain of Balin when I first entered the grasslands. He was entrusted by the Zhenbei Military Guard to escort me here free of charge, and he suffered a lot along the way; several of his tribesmen were even injured.
Upon realizing she had misunderstood, Lady Wuya quickly said to Yuquan, "Please invite them in."
After saying that, she stood up, took two steps slowly, and stood in the center of the tent, making a gesture to welcome the distinguished guest.
Seeing how much she trusted her, and how she expressed such a serious attitude with just one sentence, Song Liyun was immediately moved.
She didn't have time to say more words of thanks at that moment. She couldn't let her mistake cause a bad start for both sides, so she quickly went to the tent door to try and salvage the situation.
Lin Qingyuan pouted and didn't even look at her, only following Yuquan into the tent.
This wasn't Lin Qingyuan's first time entering the Di tribe's chieftain's tent, but it was his first time stepping into the female chieftain's tent.
Unlike ordinary Di tribes, Lady Wuya's tent was spacious and tall, with a beautiful carpet on the floor and a faint fragrance wafting through the air.
What attracted him most was the beautiful Lady Uya in the center of the tent.
Sure enough, it was all just my imagination.
That graceful figure, that proud and dignified demeanor, those charming and alluring eyebrows...
In Lin Qingyuan's mind, who had peculiar tastes, Song Liyun's previously acceptable image collapsed.
No matter how feisty and capable Song Liyun is, she is just a naive girl in front of Lady Uya, the tribal chief who has experienced many trials and tribulations, and is instantly crushed.
Lin Qingyuan's old habits have relapsed!
He was so excited that he was incoherent. He took small, quick steps and ran to Madam Wuya, where he knelt down on one knee with a thud: "I am Lin Qingyuan, and I greet... Madam!"
Madam Wuya was clearly used to such scenes, and gently raised her hand: "Young Master Lin, there's no need for such formalities, please rise!"
At this moment, Song Dekui, who followed Lin Qingyuan in, did not look at Madam Wuya. Instead, he was busy glaring at Song Liyun, who was standing at the door and smiling obsequiously at him.
He even flicked her forehead with his finger: You deserve a beating, girl! You abandoned your own brother-in-law the moment you saw your mother-in-law!
Song Liyun fawned over him and led him inside: "I forgot, I forgot!"
When Granny Qi, who had come to greet Song Liyun, saw the two interacting so familiarly, a smile appeared in her eyes.
She already knew about the Song siblings' situation: they had no parents, and their uncle was a heartless man who forced the three siblings to wander in other places, which is how they met the young master in Broken Gold Town.
Seeing her so close to this uncle now, she must have been kind and righteous to the three siblings.
Granny Qi stepped forward and bowed, asking, "Is this young man Song?"
She didn't address him as "Young Master Song," but rather with a rarely used term that conveyed respect.
Song Dekui returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "That is indeed me!"
To save face for Song Liyun, he went all out and spoke in a high-pitched voice, but he wasn't used to it and almost bit his tongue.
Song Liyun chuckled: "Uncle Kui, Granny Qi is no outsider, so please speak as you please."
Song Dekui glared at her again, his face turning red, and stammered, "Granny Qi, I am Xiaoyun's cousin. Uh... this... Xiaoyun is a naughty girl. If she is impolite in the future, I hope you will forgive her!"
In front of his in-laws, he had to put on airs as an elder.
Granny Qi looked at Song Dekui with the same eyes one would use to look at a child in the clan, and said with a smile, "Uncle Song is too modest. The young mistress is polite and sensible, and my lady likes her very much."
Song Dekui was pleased to hear Song Liyun being praised, and before he could even speak, he hurried forward.
Because at this moment, Lady Uya had already walked over here.
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