He glanced at the contents of the plate, turned his neck stiffly to his father, and said in a dry voice, "Father, this is ...... What is ......?"

Apparently not surprised by his performance, the Great Khan smiled slightly, "Murto, do you remember what your father said to you?" ”

"What did you tell me?" Murto was stunned.

"I once held you on my shoulder, made you look at the blue sky above your head, looked at the grassland under your feet, and then told you how you should ...... as the son of the Great Khan"

Murto's eyes were a little distracted, and he muttered: "You said, whether it is the grassland or the desert, as long as I see it, it is my father Khan's...... You also said that as the son of the Great Khan, whether it is a man or a woman, you can pull back my tent and be a slave...... You also say that I am the most noble prince, the eagle of the steppe, and only obeys the call of the heavens, and no one is qualified to command me except you, and I have no need to obey anyone's orders......"

"It turns out that you haven't forgotten yet!" Da Khan smiled coldly.

"But why did you, the eagle of the steppe, obey the order of a slave girl today, and release the slave who violated your dignity? If you do this, you will not only disgrace yourself, but also disgrace our entire family, you ...... Is it really my son? ”

The words of the Great Khan made Murto sweat coldly, and looking at the contents of the plate, he said with difficulty: "Father Khan, but she is...... She's Xianglan, didn't you still want her to be my wife? ”

"No matter who she was before, she is only your slave now, for a slave, being alive is the greatest gift to them, and she dares to influence your decision, so I can't keep them anymore!"

Murto suddenly raised his head and looked at his father Khan, and said in shock: "Father killed her? ”

"Kill? Wouldn't that be too cheap for her! ”

A hint of gloom flashed in the Great Khan's eyes, and he looked at the silver plate in front of Murto and said, "I asked them to cut off their hands and sell them to the Khora clan, presumably without hands, their prices will not be too high." This is also just the right way for them to understand what it means to be inferior and inferior! ”

"Father!"

Murto's face immediately turned bloody, and he was about to say something, but he saw the Great Khan staring into his eyes and whispered, "What, you still want to bring her back?" ”

Seeing the anger in his father's eyes, Murto gritted his teeth, and then looked at the two pairs of hands that were cooked without any blood, one big and one small, one male and one female, especially the slightly smaller women's hands with a red mole in the palm of their palms, pursed their lips and said:

"No, father. I am...... I think my father did the right thing, before, it was the son who was wrong, and the son will never make such a mistake again! ”

Listening to Murto's words, a trace of relief flashed on the Great Khan's face, and finally nodded with a kind smile: "This is my good son, so I can rest assured!" ”

Murto smiled reluctantly, but when he looked down and saw the two hands on the silver plate, his face was even more ugly than before.

Murto withdrew halfway, but after entering his tent, he just wanted people to find out if Xianglan and the two of them were really sold to the Khwaraz clan and when they left. But he didn't expect him to enter the door with his front foot, and the attendant of his father Khan followed him with the silver plate, saying that the Great Khan had told him: The prince has dropped something and asked him to send it over.