Before Wuzi left, he stared at Xie Huizhou, a brazen smile on his handsome, exotic face.
There was nothing but plunder in his eyes. He wanted to carry off this elegant beauty of the Central Plains.
"Wait for me. Sooner or later, our cavalry will ride into the Central Plains. Then I'll take you back to the grasslands to be my consort."
He wanted both cities and beauties. Everything under heaven should be his for the taking.
Zhang Lanhe's expression gradually darkened, his gaze as sinister and unfathomable as a venomous snake's. "He really would be better off dead. Then he couldn't say things that anger me."
Dream on. As long as I'm here, no one can take Xie Huizhou away.
You'd better die on the road.
Seeing something wrong with his gaze, Xie Huizhou asked with concern, "What is it? Did he insult you?"
Was Wuzi taking advantage of his imminent departure from Great Xia to finally curse Zhang Lanhe out?
"Your Highness, he said right in front of your husband that he would steal you away to be his wife. What man could tolerate that?" Zhang Lanhe slyly badmouthed Wuzi. "Your Highness, his words were vulgar, and he was lewd and shameless toward you. If you encounter anyone from the Northern Border in the future, just kill them."
Xie Huizhou thought of the even more lewd and shameless things in the letters Zhang Lanhe had sent him and fell silent for a moment.
After the people from the Northern Border left, the ceremonial officials responsible for the matter went back to their own work.
The Minister of Rites stopped Xie Huizhou. Watching Zhang Lanhe's gaze cling to Xie Huizhou, he frowned deeply.
"Ninth Prince, pardon the interruption. I would like to speak with Your Highness alone for a