The beating stopped, and Zhenjin handed the whip to Hasen behind him.
Khan walked over with an angry look on his face, glanced at the embarrassed Arnold on the ground, and a red figure quickly ran over. He picked her up gently and said, "Amul, how are you?"
"Father Khan..." Zhenjin strode over and saluted the Khan. "Why did Father Khan come at this time? No one told me in advance to go and greet him."
"Hu Gechi said that there was a lot of excitement in your house today, so he asked me to come and take a look. I didn't expect that it was really lively here, and even you took action." Khan glanced at it and raised his hand to signal the people who were kneeling to salute.
Stand up, "Everyone, get up, what's going on?"
"I just taught a slave a lesson, nothing else." Zhenjin said softly, with a calm tone as if he was talking about something insignificant.
Arnold's body trembled, teaching a slave? She closed her eyes tightly and endured the severe pain in her heart. It turned out that she was just a slave in his heart. After ten years of companionship, even a ruthless person
She should warm him up too! He usually dotes on her so much and treats her so well, but it turns out that everything is fake. Everything is just something new for him and he treats her as a pet.
"Really?" Khan's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp eyes seeming to see through anyone.
"Yes..." Zhenjin replied respectfully.
Arnold gritted his teeth, and this word penetrated her heart like a sharp knife. She had been with him for ten years, but now she was called a slave.
"Now that the lesson has been learned, let her go down first!" Khan's tone made it impossible to hear what he was thinking, and he didn't even look at Arnold.
"Father, this girl is a Han Chinese, and now she has made a mistake. I think it would be better to marry her out. The Prince of Yan's Palace says it is not big, and it is not small. It would be really bad if she takes something else.
Check." Zhenjin spoke slowly, his lowered eyes making it impossible to see his eyes.
"Father Khan, if the second brother doesn't want Amul anymore, then let Amul marry his son!" Brother Hu said loudly, his light brown eyes full of expectation.
Khan's face changed slightly, "Zhenjin, she is your slave, what do you think?"
"Erchen thinks that since she is a Han woman, she should be married to a Han man. I heard that there is a Han groom in the fifth brother's house, so why not marry her to that groom?"
"Father Khan, I married Amul for some reason. Father Khan, please marry Amul to me. Marry me." Hu Gechi strode forward, his face full of prayer and anxiety.
Khan glanced at him, and then his eyes fell on Arnold in his arms, "Since you are a Han, it is better to marry a Han! Zhenjin, just do as you say!" After that, he strode towards
He walked back the way he came, "Now that we've finished watching the fun, I have important things to do in the palace so I won't stay any longer."
"Khan returns to the palace..." The thin voice gradually faded away along with the footsteps of a group of people leaving. Only Hu Gechi was left standing quietly in the yard holding Arnold.
After a long time, Zhenjin came back again and said, "Fifth brother, if Amul is injured, he will be raised in your house these days! I will ask Hassen to officiate the wedding in three months."
"Why?" Hu Gechi's voice was very low, and his body trembled for a moment.
Zhenjin's steps that she had already taken fell back to the ground, "Because she is Han Chinese."