CHAPTER 349: CHAPTER 349: WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE? UGLY!

"Xianxian, what are you thinking about?" Mudar tightened the arm around Zhu Xianxian’s waist.

Zhu Xianxian snapped back to reality, "Tell me more about that boy from Sanna."

"A boy from another tribe, let him be however he wants!" Mudar said nonchalantly, "Whether he’s good or not, it doesn’t concern us."

"But just now you praised him quite a bit," Zhu Xianxian said.

"Just discussing the matter at hand. Character and such can’t be understood with just one or two encounters. Anyway, he’s a ruthless one. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to establish himself." Mudar said.

Having skills is not enough; you also need to be ruthless.

Otherwise, won’t you be torn to pieces?

A bit of ruthlessness is good; outside the border, there’s no future without it.

"How does he look?" Zhu Xianxian asked again.

"Ugly!" Mudar said without hesitation.

Truly ugly—thin and weak—doesn’t look like a prairie man at all.

Zhu Xianxian knew Mudar’s sense of aesthetics, and hearing him say "ugly," her eyes lit up.

In Mudar’s eyes, as long as someone is tall and sturdy, even if their facial features are unsatisfactory, they are still good-looking.

So for him to say "ugly," it must mean extremely good-looking.

Her daughter doesn’t quite like the looks of prairie people; otherwise, she wouldn’t complain about a few outstanding boys from the tribe always sticking to her.

"Stop, darling, why do you keep asking about that boy?" Mudar was a bit displeased.

He specifically came to pick up his wife, but her attention was entirely on that boy from Sanna.

Zhu Xianxian twisted Mudar’s waist, "I’ve only asked a couple of questions, and you’re already annoyed?"

Mudar grunted in defiance; his wife hadn’t even asked if he was tired from coming over.

"Our Ayia is twelve now," Zhu Xianxian said.

Mudar was taken aback, and if not for being on a horse, he would surely have jumped up.

"Darling, do you mean you want Ayia to marry that boy?" Mudar’s voice rose several pitches, full of resistance.

How could that be? Ayia is the most beautiful and intelligent girl in the tribe and should naturally marry the bravest warrior on the prairie.

That weak little boy from Sanna, who looks like a chick, how is he worthy of Ayia?

"Darling, Ayia is our precious! How can you have such an idea? Besides, Ayia is still young; why consider marriage now?" Mudar shouted loudly, "No way, definitely not!"

"Whether it’s possible or not isn’t up to you; it’s up to Ayia!" Zhu Xianxian said.

"Ayia is just a little girl; how would she know if it’s possible?"

"Oh? Wasn’t I a little girl then? Did my father fancy you back then?" Zhu Xianxian retorted to Mudar.

Back then, Zhu Dewang considered Mudar a reckless brute, unworthy of Zhu Xianxian, and didn’t want the marriage.

It was Zhu Xianxian who wanted it, and Zhu Dewang had no choice but to agree under duress.

"I’m Ayia’s mother. Besides, I didn’t say Ayia must marry that boy from Sanna. For all we know, he might not even fancy our Ayia!" Zhu Xianxian said.

"What?!" Mudar instantly transformed into a cat whose tail had been stepped on, bristling all over, "Our Ayia is the most beautiful girl on the prairie! Who dares not fancy her?"

Zhu Xianxian couldn’t be bothered to argue with him; this is a classic scenario of, "I can look down on you, but if you look down on me, you’re blind."

"Today in town, I met a lady. She gifted me a packet of osmanthus cake," Zhu Xianxian changed the subject. Anyway, the matter of that boy from Sanna is not urgent; they’ll consider it if they meet in the future.

"Is there a well-known lady in Le’an whom you don’t know?" Mudar asked.

"Honestly, I pondered for a while but couldn’t recall whose lady she might be, perhaps just passing by," Zhu Xianxian said.

Earlier, she thought while living in town, there’d surely be a chance to meet again.

Now it seems highly likely she was just passing through temporarily.

Whether there’s a chance to meet again in the future is all up to fate.

Let’s leave it to fate.

"Did the lady like her?" Mudar asked.

Zhu Xianxian nodded, "At first glance, she was quite pleasing."

"Why don’t I have someone look for her? Once found, you can meet her. If you really like her, we can bring her back to the tribe to keep you company?" Mudar suggested.

Zhu Xianxian sighed; this man of hers is great in every aspect except this habit of the prairie people, which hasn’t changed even after so many years together.

If they like something, or someone, they’ll just take it if they can.

In some ways, prairie men are more like bandits than the bandits themselves.

Friction between tribes is endless, all because of seizing people, goods, and territory.

"Stop it, why would I seize a woman back?" Zhu Xianxian was exasperated.

Mudar replayed Zhu Xianxian’s words in his head, suddenly becoming tense, "Could it be that you want to seize a man?"

Zhu Xianxian: ...

Dealing with one all day is sometimes hard enough; why would she trouble herself by seizing another?

She really wanted to pry open Mudar’s head to see what’s inside.

Clearly, he’s brave and decisive when dealing with the tribesmen, very reliable.

Yet in private, he always gives her the illusion that his brain might not be functioning properly?

"Darling, I’m still alive and well, just forget about the idea of seizing a man!" Mudar sighed, determined to quash his wife’s notions of seizing anyone, saying he must live well to keep those eager in the tribe at bay and secure his leader position.

Zhu Xianxian couldn’t be bothered with him, "Alright, make the horse go faster; osmanthus cake won’t taste good once it sits too long."

Mudar used his hand like a whip, flicking it towards the horse’s rump, and the horse shot off, its speed more than doubling from before.

Half an hour later.

Zhu Xianxian and Mudar dismounted from the horse.

Men and women greeted them warmly.

Zhu Xianxian responded to them with a smile.

These were all Mudar’s tribesmen.

And also her tribesmen.

"Chief, madam, you’re back! Ayia was just here waiting for you!"

"But then Abu called her away, saying he was wrestling and wanted Ayia to cheer for him."

Abu is the bravest among the younger generation, at twelve or thirteen years old, strong enough to knock down a bull.

Tall and robust, he is Mudar’s ideal candidate for a son-in-law.

The young men in the tribe are all his defeated opponents, and he’s grown bored of wrestling with them. So why is he in the mood again today?

And Ayia, who used to be unwilling to cheer for Abu, why such a change today?

"Where are they?" Mudar asked, wanting to go and see.

"Just to the east, Chief. Shall I lead the way?"

Zhu Xianxian looked at the osmanthus cake in her hand, deciding not to follow since Ayia wouldn’t be back for a bit, and by then, the cake wouldn’t taste good.

Oh well, might as well take it with her, so she can eat while watching.

There aren’t many rules on the prairie.

Mudar excitedly took Zhu Xianxian’s hand and headed east.

A young girl’s mind is ever-changing; perhaps Ayia will suddenly see Abu’s good qualities, and then he wouldn’t have to worry about his wife fancying that boy from Sanna.