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"Your Highness, Lord Muer of the Saqiya Tribe has entered the palace. Would you like to go see him?" Zhen Duo stepped forward and gently draped a fox fur over Muer's shoulders.
Muer furrowed his brows slightly and glanced at her. "Who did you say?"
Zhen Duo repeated, "It's General Muer of the Wood Falcon. Do you wish to meet him?"
"How did he return? Isn't he fighting on the front lines against Tianqi?" Muer tugged at the fox fur, looking curiously toward the entrance of the Crescent Pavilion. "He came to the Crescent Pavilion?"
Zhen Duo nodded. "I am not certain, but the palace servants say he returned this time specifically for you, Your Highness, and they also mentioned..."
"What else did they say?"
"Lord Muer has already requested permission from the King to marry you, and the King has agreed."
"What did you say?" Muer's slender frame trembled as he abruptly turned around.
At that moment, a tall and imposing figure stepped through the entrance of the Crescent Pavilion.
Dressed in dark robes that billowed in the wind, before Tian Qian could fully enter, the scent of red spider lilies wafted toward Muer's nostrils.
He quickly raised his gaze. The corners of Muer's eyes crinkled slightly as he saw Wood Falcon striding confidently toward him, seemingly intent on having a serious conversation. As for what Zhen Duo had just said about Wood Falcon seeking his brother's hand in marriage, he stood there in a daze, unable to believe it.
As the chieftain of Saqiya, how could he possibly marry him? Moreover, how would the elders of their tribe ever agree to such a thing?
And did he truly wish to marry him out of affection, or was there some ulterior motive behind his approach?
Ignoring the gaze in Muer's eyes, Wood Falcon walked up to him and suddenly performed a formal bow. "I pay my respects to His Sixth Prince."
In truth, given his status, there was no need for him to bow; so why was he doing this?
Meanwhile, Zhen Duo had sensed that something was amiss. She waved her hand to send away the nearby palace servants, leaving only Muer and Wood Falcon standing together in the pavilion of the Crescent Pavilion.
A cool breeze of late summer swept through, causing the gauzy curtains of the pavilion to flutter gently. Two figures stood facing each other, neither willing to break the silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Muer quickly turned away, lowering his gaze to watch the fish swimming in the pond. He casually asked, "General Mulesun, what brings you here? This is the inner palace; one cannot enter without a decree."
Mulesun rose and looked tenderly at Muer, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow across his cheek. His pink lips were tightly pressed together.
With a smile, Mulesun replied, "Your Highness, the King has already approved our marriage. I have also received Queen's consent to come here and discuss our wedding."
Muer's body stiffened for a moment before he turned to him and asked softly, "Do you like me, Mulesun?"
"I do." Mulesun was taken aback but answered honestly, "I like you as much as I am loyal to Tengri. Is that answer satisfactory to you?"
In the territory of the Wolf Tribe, swearing an oath to Tengri meant one could not go against their heart; otherwise, they would face Tengri's punishment.
At that moment, Muer's tightly drawn lips revealed a crack. He opened his mouth and closed it repeatedly several times, trying not to show any weakness in front of Mulesun. In a flurry, he turned away and said, "Why do you like me? I'm not worthy at all. I've already been marked by the Heavenly Enlightenment People; I'm a flawed Kun Ze. As the leader of the Saqiya Tribe, you shouldn't like me."
"But I do like you—just as you are. Muer, I know you've blamed me for not responding to you. I regret not telling you sooner that I've loved you for a long time—longer than you can imagine."
It was ten years ago when his mother passed away; that six or seven-year-old boy had hugged him and said, "From now on, I'll accompany you and Shilemod. You don't have to be afraid anymore."
From that moment on, his heart had been captured by him and could no longer accommodate anyone else.
"I... I... I'm not worthy; you can't like me."
Muer suddenly turned to leave but was pulled into Mulesun's embrace before he could take a step. Mulesun held him tightly and continued softly in his ear, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry; although you've taken the secret potion and cannot become the matriarch of the Saqiya Tribe, all direct bloodlines of the Saqiya Tribe—Shilemod and Zhuo Fan—have agreed to marry you. As long as you become our shared wife, those stubborn old men won't oppose it. The rules left by Tengri will not be challenged."
"But..."
"No buts, Muer. I like you; Shilemod and Zhuo Fan like you too. We are all willing to risk our lives for you. Even though you've been marked before, that's not an issue. As long as you agree to become the matriarch of the Saqiya Tribe, no one will oppose it. I swear by Tengri; can you trust me just this once?"
Muer turned his head to look into Mulesun's deep eyes and suddenly broke free from his grasp. "I can agree, but I want to wait until I see someone die before I promise you."
“Is it that guy, He Mu Ming?”
Muer nodded, suddenly biting his lip. “It’s him. He ruined me, and I won’t let him go. Until he’s dead, I won’t marry anyone. I refuse to carry the shame he left me with into a marriage with you. It’s unfair to you and to me. I…”
Mule Sun gently reached out to touch his cheek. “Don’t worry, he won’t live much longer. Soon, you’ll hear good news, I promise.”
Before Muer could grasp the deeper meaning behind his words, Mule Sun stepped back, revealing the figure he had been blocking.
It was Shilemod.
Muer frowned and said unhappily, “What are you doing here?”
Shilemod replied, “You’ve agreed to marry Mule Sun, which makes you the matriarch of our Saqiya Tribe and my wife. Isn’t it only natural for me to come see you? Don’t look at me like that. I truly care for you. No matter how I teased you in the past, it was all to get your attention. I never intended to hurt you or let anyone else harm you. That damned He Mu Ming won’t have it easy; don’t worry, our plan has already begun. Soon enough, news of his death will reach Wolf Court.”
Since childhood, Shilemod and Muer had spent the most time together. He had witnessed Muer’s transformation into Kun Ze firsthand. They were bathing in the hot springs outside Wolf Court when no one expected Muer—who had always been diagnosed by shamans as Zhong Yong—to actually transform into Kun Ze. It was also the moment Shilemod saw Muer become Kun Ze.
Influenced by Muer’s Xin Xiang, Shilemod himself transformed into Tian Qian that very night.
This matter had been kept under wraps by the Wolf King, but both Muer and Shilemod were aware of it.
However, the idea of having Tian Qian—who had always enjoyed teasing him—become his husband was indeed a daunting challenge. Yet if he could kill He Mu Ming, he might just be able to accept it.
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