Feeling her husband's warm chest, Yalixian, who had spent the whole night on edge, finally relaxed. "Yesterday, a thief suddenly broke into my tent with ill intentions. Later, a mysterious masked man rushed in, and the two started fighting... The masked man was no match for him, and when he left, he fired a great many poisoned needles. The thief used me as a shield, though he was struck by the poisoned needles himself. When he heard you were coming, they both hurried away." Following their prior agreement, she told a story that was half true and half false.
"Poisoned needles?" Che'erku was greatly alarmed. "You were hit by poisoned needles? And why didn't we see you when we came in?"
"A messenger sent by the True Lord knew none of you could save me, so he took me away and cured the poison." Yalixian's cheeks flushed faintly, making her look even more exquisite than the most beautiful flower on the grasslands.
"Who is this messenger of the True Lord?" Che'erku asked with a frown.
"I don't know his identity either." Yalixian shook her head, though she wondered whether she should find an opportunity to ask around and see which member of the Mongol Empire's delegation had brought a maidservant.
"You spent the night with that man?" Che'erku's jealousy immediately surged. Ever since Yalixian had been a young girl, she had drawn the covetous attention of countless men. The most famous was a warrior from their own tribe named Walalaqi. Back then, the two men had nearly fought each other to the death over her.
Because his wife was too beautiful and had attracted so many admirers over the years, he was extremely sensitive about such matters.
Yalixian snapped, "I already told you he was a messenger of the True