"Reporting to the Great Khan, Gusiluo's men have been executed!" The two generals reported to Temujin in unison.
Having spent so long in the Mongol Empire, Song Qingshu naturally recognized them. One was Zhele Mie, commander of the Imperial Guard. His martial arts were formidable, and in his early years, he had served as Temujin's personal guard, saving him from danger several times. The other was Oluus, commander of the Quiver Warriors. He was Zhebie's son and had inherited his father's archery skills. In archery alone, he was no weaker than Guo Jing.
Temujin laughed heartily. "These border rabble dared offend the heavenly might of the Mongol Empire. They deserved to die."
Then he greedily looked at Kasili's beautiful face. "Princess Xiangxiang, I have avenged you. Are you pleased?"
Kasili was kind-hearted. Seeing the miserable state of Li Lizun and the others' corpses, her lovely face paled, and she secretly frowned. In Temujin's eyes, it seemed she disapproved of what he had done, and his expression immediately darkened.
Yuan Ziyi hurriedly said, "Reporting to the Great Khan, Kasili only speaks Hui language and cannot understand what the Great Khan is saying."
"Oh~" Only then did Temujin's expression ease. Noticing that Yuan Ziyi was also lovely and alluring, her beauty radiant, his heart stirred. He had not expected another beauty here. He looked toward Song Qingshu questioningly. "Water Moon, who is this?"
Song Qingshu answered, "She is a female slave I captured from the Muzhuolun Tribe. She is proficient in Hui language and Chinese language, so I kept her by my side as an interpreter."
He quietly swept his gaze around and found that Heavenly Mandate Cult experts such as Bi Yejing and Lie Riyan were not present. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of them,