Inside the Mongol residence, Hulagu Khan looked at the beautiful woman bound before him. She was mature and voluptuous, her satin-smooth, delicate skin so tender it seemed water could be squeezed from it with a pinch. Her full, lush figure was enough to make even a man accustomed to the women of West Asia and Eastern Europe catch his breath. Bound by ropes, her rounded, plump thighs were outlined all the more clearly, making her exceptionally alluring.
Only then did his foul mood, disturbed by all manner of events that night, improve somewhat. "Madam Zhen, in the end, you still could not escape my grasp."
"Pah!" Madam Zhen turned her face away and sighed inwardly. She had not expected to be captured by the Mongols so soon after leaving the young master. He would probably be disappointed in her.
"If you were not such a beautiful woman, you would already be dead." Hulagu Khan's gaze roamed wantonly over her body. Skin as white as milk, a slender waist that could be held in one hand, and full breasts stretching her clothes to their limit, as if they might burst free at any moment—she truly was a rare beauty. "As expected of the resourceful Madam Zhen. You actually used such a diversion to cover Zhalandin's successful escape."
"Once the prince returns to his country, he will rise again one day and avenge me." Having fallen into Mongol hands once more, Madam Zhen had never expected to survive, so her expression remained exceptionally calm.
"Rise again? With Zhalandin?" Hulagu Khan burst into laughter. "Even Khwarazm at the height of its power was destroyed by our Mongol Empire. What can he, a homeless dog, accomplish now? With you as his strategist, he could occasionally harass our rear lines. But without you, Zhalandin alone