As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

In deep winter, the grassland is desolate and bleak. The cold wind howls and swirls in this empty world, and the grass is covered with frost.

Day after day, more than a month passed, and Emperor Jingmu never appeared again, as if he had been buried silently in that forbidden grassland.

He Yue was sitting on a stone wearing a fur robe, her thick black hair was braided with silver ornaments. She lowered her eyes, and with a slightly stiff hand she was sewing a bellyband for a child.

The cloth was given to her by the tribe. She said she would ask for more from the tribe if it was not enough. No one in the tribe had any objection. The money Emperor Jingmu gave them was enough, and the tribe even secretly swallowed up the jade hairpin and gold jewelry that He Yue was wearing.

"Mrs. He!" Daryl called He Yue happily from a distance like a bird. Beside her was a man from the Central Plains wearing ethnic costumes. He was Daryl's husband.

It is said that Daril's husband fled from the Central Plains to the grassland, so he and Daril are the only ones in the entire tribe who can speak the Central Plains dialect.

He Yue turned around and looked back at her, her hair blown by the wind and her cheeks a little red, different from Daryl's healthy red, hers was frail and slender, with a slender figure that was dazzling.

Daryl let out an exaggerated "Ah!", leaning against her husband, and whispered, "It's been more than a month, and I'm still not used to it. Shili, you don't know, but the men in our tribe ask me about Madam He in roundabout ways every day."

The customs and ethics on the grassland are completely different from those in the Central Plains. Pregnant women on the grassland are also very popular. Many of them are women who remarry with their children after their husbands die.

The man named Shi Li put his arm around Daryl's shoulders and said, "There are not many women on the grassland, and Madam He looks even more attractive. But Madam He is still pregnant, so don't let them make trouble in front of Madam He."

In fact, he had something else to say. Mrs. He was too noble and elegant, unlike ordinary noble ladies in the Central Plains. How could she look down on these barbarians in the tribe!

Daryl stood up and pushed Shi Li, muttering in dissatisfaction, "I know my limits, I'm holding them all back!"

While the two were making a fuss, He Yue had already stood up and walked towards them at a leisurely pace, "What's wrong? It shouldn't be time for dinner yet."

She looked up at the sky. Although she felt a little groggy, it was not yet evening.

Daryl left Shi Li aside, jumped up and took He Yue's arm, and asked her with a smile, "The leader of the Houque tribe is coming to our Feng tribe tonight. We are going to host a banquet for him. Do you want to come and see?"

"Polarie, the most beautiful girl in our tribe, will dance tonight. She is usually very proud and won't dance in front of others."

The wind became colder as the night went on. He Yue gathered her large fur coat and shook her head slightly, "I don't like crowds. I'd rather stay in the tent."

He Yue said in a mellow voice and politely refused. She had also learned a lot in this month.

There are many scattered tribes in the grassland. The Houque tribe is the most powerful tribe in this grassland. There are countless small tribes dependent on it. The Feng tribe where He Yue is now is dependent on it.

Daryl was not surprised by He Yue's answer. He Yue had always been so clear and cool, and her main purpose was not to invite He Yue to attend the banquet.

"Then..." Daryl shook He Yue's arm, his eyes cute and innocent, "I want to go and see. Madam He, can you help me take care of the child? It won't be too much trouble for you. I'll feed him and carry him into your tent. Just don't let him crawl out of the tent."

"Okay." He Yue had no choice but to agree.

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The black sky sets in the west, the moon rises above the horizon, and bonfires are lit in the tribe, making it lively and bustling.

On the tall and wide stage, a man with deep brows and a golden sword sat at the top, looking terrifying, with a bloodstained sword leaning against his chair.

The rest of the Houque tribe sat below him, while the people of the Feng tribe could only sit in the audience.

"This woman is really attractive." Someone from the Houque tribe whistled teasingly.

Baolier, the most beautiful woman in the Feng tribe, stepped onto the high platform wearing the Central Plains costume, which was a feast for the eyes. The ancient butterfly pattern on her lotus-colored dress looked like a living thing under the reflection of the campfire.

Polaroid tied a string of silver ornaments around her waist, which made tinkling sounds when she spun around. When she raised her hands, her sleeves slid down, revealing her well-proportioned and healthy arms. She had learned the dance of the Central Plains at some point, and she twisted her waist gracefully, with such a slim waist that the warriors of the Houque tribe couldn't take their eyes off her.

In a corner of the stage, Daryl uttered a low sound, "Isn't the dress she is wearing Madam He's? Wasn't it given to Baolier by the Great Elder? Didn't they even ask Madam He in advance? And they even changed the style. How can Madam He wear it in the future?"

After the Feng tribe became dependent on the Houque tribe, they could no longer have a leader and could only be called elders. The leader of the Houque tribe was their common leader.

Shi Li patted her hands and lowered his voice, "We can't interfere with the decisions made by the tribe."