cream of utter despair, his entire body trembling with pain.Li Chen watched quietly as Duan Jinjiang cried himself out, then said: "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Sir Duan, please mourn in m...Chapter 1633 Two-Legged Sheep

On the vast prairie, might makes right.

Even the weakest man considers women as worthless.

On the prairie, in the eyes of men, women are nothing more than tools for venting desires and procreating. If necessary, they are even social tools exchanged among men for pleasure. Don't even talk about status, they don't even have basic human rights.

In such a social context, a man becoming a door-to-door husband on the vast grassland is simply inconceivable.

And if this man were still a Han Chinese, then it would be even more worthy of people laughing at.

"The Guza tribe was originally a small slave tribe. There wasn't a single capable man in the entire tribe. It was bad enough to have a woman as their leader, but they actually brought in a Han Chinese man by marriage! It's simply the biggest joke on the grasslands."

Hu Yan Zuo's bold words caused several nearby generals to burst into laughter.

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Tailai, their gaze filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

But in the midst of these gazes, Zhao Tailai stood unmoved.

He said calmly, “I am a son-in-law of the Guza tribe. There is nothing to be ashamed of admitting that. I hear General Huyan Zhuo’s mother was also a woman of great prowess who moved between many tribes back in the day”

Hu Yan Zhe Lie was born into a mid-sized tribe on the vast grasslands. He was the son of the tribal leader. One day, his tribe clashed with another larger tribe. During the battle, the other tribe captured Hu Yan Zhe Lie's mother. For three whole months, she was abused by the larger tribe before being given to several other tribal leaders as their pleasure. Finally, after intervention from Lang Ting, the war between the two tribes ended, and his mother returned home.

But less than a year after his return, Hu Yan Zhe Lie was born.

Half of the grassland nomads are guessing who Huyuanyuzhi's bloodline comes from.

This is, almost a public secret.

Hu Yan Zhu's face darkened. As his status rose, few dared to mention this matter in front of him anymore.

In his eyes, Zhao Tailei's actions were a provocation.

With a clang, Huyen Zhuo fiercely drew his war blade and held it to Zhao Taile's throat, his face contorted in rage. "Do you think I wouldn't dare kill you, you two-legged sheep"

The term the Liao people used for Han Chinese was "two-legged sheep."

Even in their eyes, Han people are not human.

It's just a creature that walks on two legs and has no ability to resist.

Zhao Taile looked straight ahead, not even glancing at the battle axe strapped to his neck. He said calmly, "You can certainly kill me right now. I'm just a son-in-law of a small tribe, and still a Han Chinese. Killing me would mean nothing; no one would investigate, and no one would care about my death."

Here, Hu Yan Zhu smiled broadly, looking very pleased with himself.

Then Zhao Tailai's words made him unable to laugh anymore.

But after you kill me, the Qin army will ambush you. Not only will you lose your life, but you'll also lose this large supply of grain and provisions that the Prince needs urgently at the front lines. At that time, you'll be dead, and the furious Prince will blame your tribe. Your tribe will be driven from its territory and forced to the most desolate corner of the Tian Shan mountains in the vast grasslands, where they will be devoured by barbarians and perish.

Zhao Tailai's words enraged Hu Yan Zhao violently.

He swung his blade, the sharp edge slicing across Zhao Tailai's neck. Blood oozed down the gleaming steel, the vivid red contrasting sharply with the stark white, a horrifying sight.Chapter 839: Transmigrating into Beauty