The servants on the tent went in and out and were busy arranging the use of the items left, while Mo Zheng's small yurt was filled with a sense of resentment.

"It's so bullying!" Amur looked at the tent coming and going through the window, and stomped his feet and complained: "Since the concubine gave birth to the little prince, Dahan has never given gifts to the concubine again. As the weather is getting colder and colder, we don't even have enough charcoal for winter here, but we are sending cotton coats and fur clothes over there. Dahan's heart is too biased!"

"I heard that there is also a can of sheep fat in the gift I sent to the concubine this time!" Amur couldn't help but envy: "Qiya only makes one can of fat every year. The can of sweat last year gave you, but this year I gave it to the concubine."

In the grassland in winter, the cold wind is hard and cold, which is the greatest harm to the women's skin. Women in Yanbei are already covered in wind and frost at young ages. Women with moist skin like Mo Zheng are rarely seen.

The can of paste last year should be supplied to Yue Qiyun according to the rules, but Mo Zheng relied on Yuan Lie's favor to take over. At that time, she was secretly proud of her for a long time, and she was also very precious. Of course, her skin was also very carefully cared for in the winter in Yanbei.

This year, this is the most precious sheep fat for the Yanbei woman. Mo Zheng has been obsessed with Yuan Lie for a long time, but he was still sent to Yue Qiyun's tent by Yuan Lie.

Listening to Amur endlessly telling the benefits of sheep fat, Mo Zheng's heart became more and more painful, and she was also very frustrated. She leaned on the bed, leaning against the bed post with resentment, pinching a handkerchief and wiping the tears at the corners of her eyes.

Her yurt is much smaller than the tent in which Yue Qiyun lives. The furnishings inside are already the best furniture of the Flame Clan, but compared to the furnishings in the tent, it seems stingy and shabby.

For some reason, Mo Zheng, a girl born in Yanbei Grassland, likes Liang Guo’s quintessential skirt. In such cold weather, she is still wearing a light purple skirt that makes her figure look weak, but she is wearing a dark purple fox collar jacket outside.

The purple clothes made her skin look sickly white, and her face was full of sadness, which made her feel weak.

"Amur, speak softly, don't let others listen." Mo Zheng's eyes flashed with tears, and Qiqi said ai: "Now, I have lost the favor of the great sweat. If I offend the concubine again, this Flame King Court will not have a place for our master and servant."

"Empress, you are the master here no matter how you say it is. The clan members were the most loyal to you at the time. Since the Han woman arrived, your position as a concubine has disappeared like that." Amur said angrily, and a trace of harshness flashed in Mo Zheng's eyes.

"Don't say this kind of thing again in the future. It's all the past. I always keep it on my lips and I can't let others laugh at you." Mo Zheng's tone was a little impatient. Whenever she mentioned the past, she couldn't help but feel hatred in her heart.

Amur ignored his master's words and continued to complain.

Mo Zheng twisted his handkerchief and was thinking about the news he had just received from the Naiman tribe.

Her second brother was actually murdered two months ago inexplicably! To this day, the Khan of the Naiman tribe has devoted all his strength to find out which force was attacking his son every time.

She thought about the day when Mo Xuan was murdered, as if it was the time when they were plotting to harm Yuan Zhen's little bastard. Could it be that Yue Qiyun took action?

Mo Zheng then quickly denied this idea.

She heard the legend that Yuan Zhen's little monster knocked a golden leopard out with one punch, and she also knew that the leopard should have been arranged by her second brother. But thinking that Yue Qiyun had never left the Flame King Court for a few days before and after the accident, and the Dragon and Tiger Guard did not act abnormally. The calmness at that time would definitely not be the case when Yue Qiyun discovered the incident.

Besides, if the woman really knew that it was the Naiman people who attacked her son, how could she let him go?

"Impossible, she must not know." Mo Zheng bit her lip and comforted herself in her heart.

"Hey, concubine, come and see, Dahan is so fond of that little monster!" Amur stood in front of the window, seeing clearly the movement outside.

"That was the only son of Dahan, of course he liked it very much." Mo Zheng felt even more upset when she mentioned the child.

When she was not married to Yuan Lie, the relationship between them was as good as a sweet one. However, since she became Yuan Lie's woman, except for her pampering in the first few days, Yuan Lie almost forgot her, the concubine.

Now, when those members of the Firefly tribe saw that she lost power, they all lost their original enthusiasm and were too lazy to maintain their most superficial politeness. Faced with this situation, Mo Zheng could only say that people's hearts are easy to change, and there are people who are at a high level and low level.

"Look, Dahan came in from outside with the child in his arms!" Amur pointed out the window, his face full of envy and jealousy.

Looking at Amur's envious look, Mo Zheng couldn't help but walk to the window curiously and looked outside.

There was already a lot of people in the royal court, and the children jumped around a shiny horse with black bodies and laughed loudly.

On the horse's back, the young Khan of the Flame tribe held a child less than one year old in one hand. On the saddle was a dead yellow sheep, and a large bow straddled on his back. The warm sun at noon in early winter shone on his blue eyes, shining with a dazzling sapphire light.

Mo Zheng looked at the handsome man riding on a tall horse in a daze, and his heart couldn't help but thump.

She had such a doting smile as before. Her strong arms always held her slender waist. On the back of the majestic hunting wind, she was riding with the handsome and handsome man.

But now, she has nothing left!

Without Yuan Lie's favor, she couldn't even go back to the Nai Barbarians.

She was the daughter of a concubine born to the most inconspicuous concubine of the many women of the Moganda Khan King. Because she was a girl, she had the least sense of existence in the Naiman royal court.

If she hadn't given up her face and insisted that she had saved Yuan Lie, because of this relationship, Moganda remembered her daughter, and the Naimans then remembered her princess.

The past year was her most glorious and happiest year.

This year, she was favored by the youngest Khan on the grassland. She was loved by the Lieyan tribe, and she herself once dreamed of becoming the cinnabar mole in Yuan Lie's heart.

However, with Yue Qiyun's arrival, she fell from the clouds into the mud and could no longer stand up!
Chapter completed!