It was precisely because of this decision that many of the tribal leaders who were originally loyal to Chanyu Kedun had no objections to his succession.
As soon as they got close, they heard a conversation.
In the tent, two burly and bearded Huns sat facing each other and ate roasted meat.
They were mumbling something.
South Wind leaned over with Song Jingchen, but he didn't understand a word. He turned to look at his master, only to see him frowning.
He guessed that Song Jingchen understood.
South Wind rubbed his nose and obediently went to help keep watch.
"Is that son of a b*tch still looking for the little prince?" asked one of the burly men with a scar at the corner of his eye.
When the other person heard this, he slammed the wine bowl in his hand on the table. "I wonder where that dog heard that the little prince is still alive."
"Damn it, so what if he's found? Can he snatch the throne back from us?"
