The beauty who wears fast has many babies

After a quick breakfast in the morning, Wu Li asked someone to invite Chunchan and Weng An.

Recently, Chunchan has been tinkering with food in the kitchen, saying that she wants to make delicious dried fruits and jams.

I don’t know if it succeeded or not.

Just as Wu Li was daydreaming, Chunchan and Weng An had already arrived.

"Meet Madam."

"Sister Ali."

Chunchan came in skipping and jumping, and Wuli pulled her to sit next to him

At the same time, he said to Weng An: "No need to be so polite, sit down quickly."

"Thank you ma'am."

After sitting down, Wu Li looked at Weng An carefully. He had changed into new clothes, which seemed to be something Lira had specifically instructed.

"You guys please leave." Wu Li said to the people serving beside him.

"This……"

The two maids looked at each other and looked at Weng An hesitantly, as if they were a little worried about her and Wu Li being alone.

What's more, staying here can help me know what they talked about, otherwise how can I report to Lira later.

"It's okay, he won't hurt me." Wu Li comforted her. She knew that these maids didn't really care about this issue.

But she needed some time and space to understand Weng An's situation.

It would be better for those outsiders to leave. Besides, she knew who they belonged to.

"Well, please be careful, ma'am." One of the maids finally nodded and left the room with another maid.

After the door closed, Wu Li turned around and looked at Weng An with a smile: "Now there are only three of us, we can have a good chat."

Weng An sat there nervously, his hands tightly clasped together, not daring to look Wu Li in the eye.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to chat with you." Wu Li said softly, trying to make Weng An relax.

Weng An raised his head and glanced at Wu Li, then quickly lowered his head and whispered, "Well, thank you for saving me."

Wu Li smiled and asked gently, "What's your name?"

Although Wuli knew her name, Uladan and his companions spoke in a barbarian language at that time.

Of course, he couldn't reveal that he understood it, and it was also to make Weng An relax.

"My...my name is Weng An." Weng An answered stutteringly.

"Weng'an, that's a nice name." Wu Li nodded and then asked, "Why were you assigned to feed the horses?"

Weng An took a deep breath and slowly told his life story.

He was originally the son of the leader of the neighboring tribe and lived a happy life.

But in a tribal conflict, her father was unfortunately killed in battle, and her mother took him and fled.

Eventually, they were captured here and became slaves.

Because Weng An was still young, only 5 years old at the time, and unable to do heavy work, he was sent to feed the horses.

Wu Li listened quietly to Weng An's story, and a trace of sympathy surged in his heart.

She didn't expect that Weng An would experience such a tragic experience.

She also knew that this was different from what she had heard from Uladan and others.

"How pitiful. But don't worry, you won't suffer anymore in the future." Wu Li gently patted Weng An's shoulder and comforted him.

Weng An looked at Wu Li gratefully and nodded vigorously.

"Then can you tell me why you speak the Da Qi dialect?" Wu Li thought about it and decided to ask clearly. She would naturally not keep someone of unknown origin around her.

"I……"

Weng An knew she would definitely ask, and his face turned pale.

He looked at Wu Li nervously, hesitating whether to tell the truth.

Seeing him trembling with nervousness, Chunchan poured him a cup of tea and comforted him, "Don't worry, Sister Ali and I are both from Daqi, and we are not bad people."

"Sister Ali is the princess of Daqi, and she came here as a foreign marriage."

Weng An looked at Wu Li, as if to ask her for confirmation, and Wu Li nodded affirmatively.

"Weng An, only if we are honest and open with each other can we be friends."

Weng An looked at her in surprise, "Friend?"

"Yes, my friend."

Wu Li did not treat him as a slave. She did not like to divide people into different levels.

But reality is cruel. At least now she can make her own choice.

Weng An raised the teacup in his hand and drank the tea in it.

He said slowly, "My real name is Kurama Di."

"I am a barbarian, and everything I said before was true."

"As for my father, he is from Da Qi. He taught me to speak Da Qi dialect from the time I could speak."

"My father always said that people need to learn more so that they can shoulder the responsibilities of the tribe."

Weng settled down, but unfortunately, the tribe was gone.

Wu Li understood. He had heard Uladan and others say that he was a bastard before, so it was no wonder that he could speak the Da Qi dialect.

"He was rescued by my mother, and later stayed in the tribe and gave birth to me."

"I don't remember much before I was five. I just know they said Grandpa was one of the clan leaders."

"Our tribe was indeed defeated."

"It was Khan Zhanbulu who saved us..."

"Later, my mother was my grandfather's only child, but she was very capable."

"That's why father was able to take the position of tribal leader. It's a pity that we are still too weak."

Chunchan saw that his eyes were slightly red and his lips were chapped, so she silently poured him another cup of tea.

"Thank you."

Weng An thanked Chunchan and continued, "My mother gave me the name Weng An. She said it was my father's surname."

"My mother struggled to keep me alive, and fortunately, thanks to the protection of Khan Zhanbulu, I was able to live this long."

"It's a pity that the Khan had just ascended to the throne at that time and was not very stable yet."

"Not all of his subjects are like him..."

Wu Li knew that this was why little devils were so difficult to deal with.

"Then, when your father died, you were only five years old. Why do you speak Da Qi dialect so well?" Wu Li asked.

"My mother taught me this. She said it was the only thing my father left me."

Whenever Weng An thought of the day when his tribe suffered a tragic defeat, the sorrowful cries seemed to echo in his ears like a tide, and the cries were so bloody that they seemed to drown the entire world.

Shouts were heard one after another. Some were the roars of soldiers fighting desperately, which were the cries of their protective hearts for their homes and loved ones; others were the screams of women and children in fear, which were the instinctive cries when their lives were threatened.

And those pleas for mercy, mixed in with the others, seemed so weak and powerless, yet filled with endless despair, as if they were begging for a little mercy from fate.

The fire spread rapidly like a demon, devouring everything in its path mercilessly.

It burned down every house and every tree in the tribe, turning the once bustling and prosperous scene into a scorched earth.

Weng An hid in the big water tank in fear, his eyes full of pain and anger.

He watched helplessly as the cruel executioners, holding sharp blades and with ferocious faces, ruthlessly chopped off his father's head. Then they raised their javelins high and waved them wantonly in the crowd, as if showing off their victory, and cheered from their mouths. The sound was like the roar of hell, which completely broke Weng An's heart.

He curled up in the water tank, tears flowing uncontrollably, his father's appearance and teachings kept replaying in his mind, and he secretly swore in his heart that he must avenge his father and seek justice for the tribe.