He married a woman, and after having a child, the king of the grasslands looked at the fair-skinned child, understanding the dissatisfaction in Ashina's eyes.
Thirty years ago, the Great Khan also got drunk and spoke to Mu Zhahe.
"This child is too weak, like his mother."
"Yet he doesn't resemble the heroes of our grasslands."
Ashina, his little Ashina, hated his father, but even the hatred for his mother's painful death couldn't make him draw a knife; he just glared with red eyes like a little girl.
A child with no promise.
However, the Great Khan did not expect that at this moment, the boy, who didn't even dare to draw a knife against him, would at the most critical moment, amidst the great forces, deliver him the most ruthless blow.
The blood of the Central Plains people, it's either enduring or completely unenduring.
There seems to be no buffer room in between.
This time, the Seventh Prince's rebellion,
