Song Qingshu was speechless. Water Moon Great Sect Master was an eastern islander—how the hell was he supposed to know the different Mongol and Chinese names for the same tribe?
Fortunately, Bo'olghu came to his rescue. "It's perfectly normal that he doesn't know. If I hadn't heard you mention it today, I wouldn't have known that the Han Chinese called the Tumet Tribe the Tieyan Tribe."
"I was being muddleheaded." Elder Usun slapped his forehead, finally realizing it. "But this shows just how deeply Han Chinese culture has influenced the Eastern Islands. When we conquer the Central Plains in the future, we must be extremely vigilant. We must not become like those former grassland dynasties that entered the Central Plains and ended up completely Sinicized."
Bo'olghu burst into laughter. "How could those former grassland dynasties compare with our Mongol Empire? Over these years, we have campaigned east and west, establishing a nation stretching tens of thousands of miles across the world. We have seen countless civilizations no less advanced than the Han Chinese. We will surely absorb the strengths of all, so why would we limit ourselves to the Han Chinese alone?"
Listening to them speak so grandly, as though conquering the Central Plains were effortless, Song Qingshu sneered inwardly. He absolutely could not let civilization be destroyed by this pack of barbarians.
Next, Elder Usun gathered the people involved in this journey for a meeting to discuss the precautions and preparations required. Once they had more or less finished, everyone dispersed and returned home to rest.
When Song Qingshu returned to Karakorum City, he was considering going to tell Zhao Min about this trip when he suddenly noticed a familiar-looking carriage parked outside his residence.
Wasn't this Princess Consort Yalun's carriage, the one he had seen outside Ariq Böke's