His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"You bitch! Come out here!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Mo Sangyu got up and went out with Ya Zi.

Then, a plump woman with heavy makeup entered.

She wore a fiery red gauze dress and her head was adorned with gold, silver, and jeweled ornaments, which dazzled people in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Behind him followed four or five burly women, each with a fierce look in their eyes, clearly there to cause trouble.

Upon seeing Mo Sangyu emerge and recognizing her appearance, the woman's face first flashed with jealousy before she put her hands on her hips and continued her tirade.

"I thought she was some celestial being descended to earth, bewitching the leader, but she's just a vixen!"

Her voice was shrill and sarcastic: "I heard you saved that little bitch Uya? Humph, who knows if you two were in cahoots, all trying to climb over my head? Dream on!"

Mo Sangyu looked at her indifferently, but before he could speak, Wu Ya's voice rang out: "Gesangna! What are you doing here causing such a scene?"

Uya strode over from the side, her face filled with anger.

She stood in front of Mo Sangyu and rebuked the woman in red, "Miss Mo is my savior and my brother's honored guest. How dare you speak so rudely! Are you courting death?"

This woman, named Gesangna, was one of Umulle's most favored concubines.

Everyone knows that she is quite cunning and has always been arrogant and domineering in the tribe. She has never paid any attention to her younger sister, Uya, who is not very favored.

When Gesangna saw that it was Uya, she not only did not restrain herself, but became even more arrogant.

She raised her chin and sneered, "Uya, you still have the nerve to come back? You went out and got yourself into trouble, and now you're bringing back a woman of unknown origin, thinking you can curry favor with the chief?"

"Let me tell you, the chief values ​​me the most. This wild woman who came from who-knows-where won't get even a fraction of my attention!"

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out, trying to shove Mo Sangyu, who was being shielded behind Wu Ya: "You vixen, I'm going to teach you a lesson today..."

Her hand was grabbed by Wu Ya, but before she could touch Mo Sangyu, a cold light flashed.

"what!"

Gesanna let out a piercing scream, clutching her wrist and staggering backward.

Her hand, adorned with several gemstone rings, was pierced by a slender silver hairpin, from which blood gushed.

The other end of the silver hairpin was held between Ya Zi's two fingers.

No one saw how he made his move; they only saw a blur before Gesangna screamed in agony.

Ya Zi remained expressionless and casually tossed the blood-stained silver hairpin to the ground.

It seems like they just flicked away a fly.

He stood back beside Mo Sangyu, exuding a cold aura that kept strangers at bay.

Mo Sangyu glanced at him and gently shook her head: "What a pity about your hairpin."

"It's not a pity."

Ya Zi said seriously, "My old hairpin is worn out, so I can ask Miss to give me a new one."

Mo Sangyu: "I'll award ten."

Everyone except Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi was stunned by this scene, unable to believe it.

Gesangna's face contorted in pain, filled with shock and rage. She screamed, "Are you all dead? Attack them! Kill them!"

The women came to their senses. Although they were afraid of Ya Zi's methods, they were even more afraid of Gesangna's retaliation afterward. They gritted their teeth and were about to rush forward.

"You dare!"

Wuya continued to block Mo Sangyu's way, but was pulled away by several old women. Mo Sangyu stood on the stone steps, watching the show like an outsider, without any reaction.

Ya Zi is already prepared to strike again.

"stop!"

At that moment, a majestic and angry shout rang out.

Umulle strode over with a gloomy face.

Upon seeing Umulle, Gesangna immediately adopted a pitiful, tearful expression and rushed forward, pleading, "Chief, you must avenge me! This vile woman's guards dared to hurt me! Look at my hand..."

She raised her hand, which was pierced by a silver hairpin and bleeding profusely, and wept bitterly.

Everyone thought that Mo Sangyu and her guard were doomed.

However, Wu Mule glanced at Mo Sangyu first, and seeing that she was alright, the gloom in his eyes lessened somewhat.

Only then did he look at Gesanna, his eyes cold and devoid of any pity.

"Who gave you permission to cause trouble here?"

Gesangna was taken aback, not expecting Umulle's reaction, and quickly said, "Chief, they attacked first..."

"I'm asking you, who sent you here?" Umuller interrupted her, his tone becoming more forceful.

Gesangna was intimidated by the coldness in his eyes and stammered, "I...I just heard..."

"I heard?"

Umulle sneered, then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Gesangna by the neck.

"Well……"

Gesanna's eyes bulged out, and she desperately tried to pry open his iron-like hands, but she couldn't budge them an inch. Her face quickly turned red and then purple.

The old women and maids around were all so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, trembling.

Umulle leaned closer to her, his voice like a viper's hiss: "My affairs are my business, my guest's business. When did it become your place to listen or interfere?"

"Spare...my life..." Gesanna managed to squeeze out a broken plea for mercy from her throat.

Umuller seemed not to hear him and suddenly tightened his grip.

"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking rang out.

Gesanna's head lolled to the side, and he strangled her to death.

Her wide eyes still held a lingering sense of terror and disbelief.

Wu Mule loosened his grip, tossing the person aside with disgust, as if throwing away a tattered rag.

Then, he turned to look at Mo Sangyu, a warm smile reappearing on his face, as if the violence and cruelty just now were merely everyone's illusion.

"Miss Mo has been frightened. These ignorant children deserve to die."

After saying that, he kicked Gesanna's corpse and ordered the guards, "Drag her away and feed her to the wolves. Also, get rid of the people she brought with her."

The guards carried out the orders expressionlessly, seemingly used to it.

Soon, the corpses on the ground and the few terrified old women were all dragged away, and everything was as if nothing had happened.

Throughout the entire process, a cruel pleasure lingered on Eugène's lips.

His killing of Gesanna was less for Mo Sangyu's sake and more to demonstrate his absolute authority and his morbid inability to allow others to touch his "possessions".

Uya stood to the side, her face turning pale.

Although she also loathed Gesangna, Umulle's brutal and ruthless methods still chilled her to the bone.

Gesangna was a woman who had shared his bed for many years, yet he killed her without hesitation?

It's even more terrifying than the devil.

Mo Sangyu watched all of this quietly, her face calm and expressionless.

This Wumulle is even worse than Chu Canglan.

She could spare Chu Canglan's life, but Wu Mule must die.

Moreover, she discovered that the ferocity and twisted aura emanating from Umule became noticeably more pronounced when he was killing.

Could this be related to the secret technique he practiced?

"Alright, it was just a little incident, don't worry about it."

Wu Mule looked at Mo Sangyu: "Tonight, I will host a welcome banquet. Miss Mo, would you do me the honor of attending? Let me properly express my gratitude to my sister for saving her life."

"OK."

Mo Sangyu was just worried about not finding an opportunity, but unexpectedly, this opportunity was arranged.

"Great! Hahaha!"

Seeing that Mo Sangyu agreed, Wu Mule laughed again.

He lingered greedily on Mo Sangyu for a moment before turning away with a smug look on his face.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to instruct the maid: "Take good care of Miss Mo as she washes and changes her clothes. Tonight, I want to see the most beautiful guest."

"Yes," the maid replied respectfully.

Ya Zi clenched his fist.

Sooner or later, he will gouge out those disgusting eyes!

"Let's go."

Mo Sangyu patted Ya Zi on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the tent.

Uya hesitated for a moment, then followed.

"Miss Mo, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back. My brother is a pervert..."

"Miss Uya."

Mo Sangyu interrupted her, a hint of mockery in his expression: "You're using me, fine, I'm using you too. Since that's the case, why not be honest? I don't like hypocrisy. Remember to put on a different face when you talk to me next time."

Uya's expression stiffened slightly.

But she did not deny it.

She knew that Mo Sangyu would see through her purpose sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly.

Originally, she wasn't entirely sure that Mo Sangyu would target her brother, but now it seems she really did make the right bet.

"No matter what, I lied to Miss Mo."

Wu Ya bowed to Mo Sangyu and apologized before saying, "I know Miss Mo's methods, and I might be able to help me kill him. I did have the intention of using him. However, judging from what Miss Mo just said, you were originally planning to deal with him as well, weren't you?"

"I?"

Mo Sangyu will never give a second chance to anyone who has deceived her, regardless of the reason.

"Miss Wuya is overthinking it. Why would I want to deal with him?"

"But Miss Mo just said..."

"Did I say I was using you?"

She said with a faint smile, "What I mean is, I'm just using you to get close to your brother. As for anything else, I won't help you."

Having said that, he looked at Ya Zi and said, "See the guest out."

Uya wanted to say something more, but Yazi stopped her.

Ya Zi said expressionlessly, "Please leave."

Uya clenched her fist and had no choice but to turn and leave.

……

Night quickly enveloped the grassland.

A huge bonfire was lit in the center of the tribe, and the aroma of roasted meat and the rich smell of milk wine wafted through the air.

Around the campfire, low tables had already been set up, piled high with various kinds of meat and milk wine.

The seating order was clearly defined.

The main seat naturally belonged to Eugène, who was covered with a complete, snow-white bear skin, and the low table he sat on was the largest and most luxurious.

To his left, there was an empty seat, clearly reserved for Mo Sangyu.

Next, in order, were several highly respected elders of the tribe, and the most valiant warrior leaders.

As the leader's sister, Uya also sat in a relatively forward position.

As for his concubines, not one of them attended tonight.

With Gesangna dead, none of the remaining ones dared to provoke him. They obediently stayed in their tents, and even less dared to disturb his good time.

When Mo Sangyu arrived at the campfire, led by her maid, the noisy scene fell silent for a moment.

She changed into a plain-colored dress, simple in style, which made her skin look as white as jade and her temperament cool and otherworldly.

In stark contrast to the rugged and vibrant surroundings, it resembles a bright moon that has strayed into a pack of wolves.

A look of amazement flashed in Wu Mule's eyes, and he personally stood up to welcome her to the empty seat on his left: "Miss Mo, please."

Mo Sangyu calmly took his seat.

Ya Zi remained by her side, silently standing in the shadows behind her.

As soon as she sat down, Mo Sangyu suddenly sensed a familiar presence.

Why is this person here?