820 Apologies (1/2)

Duo Ercha had been planning for this for a long time. He was not the type of person who would keep his feelings to himself, but ever since the Second Consort had rebuked and insulted him, he had become an unimportant person that few people paid any attention to. All his excitement, his flush, and his gaze was being ignored by the crowd.

Nobody knew what he was thinking. Duo Ercha was like a clumsy, ferocious dog whose bravery would always bear a trace of stupidity even when it was desperately charging at the prey.

Carrying a bowl of wine, he walked towards the Second Consort. Upon noticing this, many people thought that he was trying to curry favor with the Second Consort. Zhe Su even slightly frowned, feeling that Duo Ercha had failed to pick the right timing.

Four guards near the door took a detour around the tent, evaded most people's line of sight, and positioned themselves close to Duo Ercha.

It was at this time that Gu Shenwei suddenly became alert, but he had misjudged the situation. He was focused on Zhe Su, and was planning on taking control of this old general of the Naihang Tribe once changes occured.

But what happened next astounded everybody. Fang Wenshi had been consulting with Shulitu, and Liman had been doing the same with Duodun. So, neither of the two saw the beginning of it all.

Duo Ercha hadn't had a single sip of the wine yet, but there was already an uneven hue of red on his pink-white face. His insincere smile merely deepened his ferocious gaze, and part of his thumb was entrenched in the wine. The Second Consort glanced at him and immediately twisted her head aside in disgust, planning to decline his toast.

”Second Consort,” said Duo Ercha as his voice quivered. Upon seeing the Second Consort's indifference and arrogance, he finally made up his mind.

He poured the wine in the bowl all over the Second Consort's face.

The Second Consort sat there, transfixed for a moment, and then she quickly stood up — she wouldn't tolerate this kind of public humiliation, and she had to do something, even if it meant ruining Duodun's big plan.

Duo Ercha shared her mindset. With the halo of the new King Rizhu above his head, he had led 100,000 cavalrymen here and received the recognition of his tribe as well as the warm welcome of two of the Khan's descendants. He was at the peak of his life, and he would never forget those scenes and feelings even if he had only experienced them once.

However, all this had been ruined by a woman who was originally supposed to kneel and pledge her allegiance to him.

Duo Ercha had slow reflexes. Back at that time, he had been paralyzed in horror. And what had flustered him even further was that Zhe Su hadn't taken his side. So in his frozen state, he had no choice but to choke down the sheer humiliation.

The more Duo Ercha thought about it, the more wronged he felt. He became suspicious, feeling that everybody around him was laughing at him — Why didn't the officers bow as low as they did yesterday? Why did the soldiers stop whispering as soon as they saw me? Why was the slave girl's smile so bold when she was in my bed?

He couldn't bear having so many insecure thoughts possess his mind and he had to find a way to release them.

Duo Ercha was not capable of formulating an intricate plan, and pouring wine over the Second Consort's face was all he could come up with. He had ordered his four guards to keep the others out of his way.

The Second Consort reared up like a furious female lion who could summon packs of jackals with a single roar.

Watching her reaction, Duo Ercha's mind was completely blank. He had lost his sanity and become even angrier after pouring the wine.

Duo Ercha grabbed the Second Consort's hair, dragged her down from the thick felt blanket, slapped her heavily on the face, and, in front of all the people in the tent, yelled, ”Bitch!”

”Duo Ercha!” Zhe Su shouted even as he was in a terrible state of shock, his eyes widening to such an extent that his eyeballs seemed like they were about to fall out of their sockets. The Second Consort's attendants immediately rushed over, but were stopped by the four guards.

Many people shared the Dragon King's original opinion, and thought that this was a trap of the Naihang Tribe. So, some people started fleeing out of the tent, and some others pounced on Zhe Su. The entire situation instantly fell into bedlam.

Duodun's first reaction was to charge at the Second Consort to save her from Duo Ercha, but Liman and several other companions stopped him because they couldn't let their prince take on any risks. They forcefully grabbed Duodun and rushed out of the tent, pushing and kicking their way through the crowd.

Fang Wenshi put his arms around Shulitu and yelled, ”Dragon King!”.

But Gu Shenwei rushed towards the Second Consort. Duo Ercha's furious roar had made him realize that this was not a well-planned trap. There were too many people in his way, so he had to strike down the four guards first.

Seeing the chaos behind him, Duo Ercha regained a small part of his sanity. He whipped out his saber, pressed it against the Second Consort's neck, turned around, and yelled at the crowd, ”Nobody move close to me! Nobody leave!”

Gu Shenwei had no choice but to stop.

”Duo Ercha! Are you out of your fucking mind?” Zhe Su took a stride forward.

”If you get any closer, I'll cut her head off!” Duo Ercha's eyes turned fearfully red as if blood was about to leak from them. He had no idea what he was doing, but he didn't care.

Zhe Su stopped, his face alternating between red and white — Duo Ercha was serious. He had never seen anything like this during his decades of service to the old King Rizhu.

Those who had already reached the exit of the tent stopped. No executioners had shown up, and there were no arrows shooting at them nor anything unusual happening outside the tent. Both their attendants and guards were standing right where they had always been — everything indicated that there was no trap to be sprung here.

Duodun angrily pushed Liman and the others aside and had just taken two steps forward when Duo Ercha yelled again, ”I said nobody move!”

Duodun looked at Zhe Su and demanded, ”What the hell is this?”

Zhe Su was flustered. Originally, he had everything under control and was about to win enormous profits for the Naihang Tribe, realizing part of the old King Rizhu's wish. He had never expected that the man he had personally chosen would ruin everything. He tried hard to calmly say, ”Duo Ercha, let the Second Consort go. This is not a game.”

”Stop treating me like a child.” But Duo Ercha's anger didn't subside a single bit. ”If this bitch doesn't apologize to me, then today will be her last day alive.”

Sitting on the ground, the Second Consort's head tilted back unnaturally. Although her voice was quivering, there was a steel-like determination in her words. ”Stop dreaming, Duo Ercha. If you can, just man up and kill me. If you fail to cut my head off with one slash, then you have no balls.”

Duo Ercha clenched his teeth so hard that they started chattering. ”Bitch! You're in no place to talk. You think that I don't know the dirty things you've done? Ha-ha, 'under Khan's gaze' my ass! If he had seen you and Duodun in the same bed, he would have already fucking spat out blood!”

”Shut up!” Zhe Su reprimanded.

”Bullshit!” Duodun went crazy.