Chapter 1040: It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality

Everyone had gone out.

Prince Modu lay half-reclined in the Chanyu's position.

His hands held the armrests, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Enjoying the comfort of this position.

After a while.

A voice came from outside the door.

"Touman Chanyu, General Madman requests an audience."

"Let him in."

Prince Modu opened his eyes, and a cold glint spilled out from them.

He saw Madman walking in with large strides.

"Greetings, Chanyu."

Madman placed one hand on his chest and bent his body.

He saluted respectfully.

"Rise."

"How did the matter I asked you to handle go?"

Prince Modu sat up a bit straighter, hoping Madman could bring him some good news.

Madman stood up, revealing a row of large yellow teeth.

He looked at Prince Modu with burning eyes.

"Madman handles things, Chanyu can rest assured!"

"Those who secretly wanted to obstruct the Chanyu from sitting firmly in the Chanyu position have all been warned by this subordinate."

"Some were directly scared, and those who weren't, this subordinate directly sent them away."

"I believe no one will dare to obstruct the Chanyu in the future."

"If there are still any, then this subordinate will definitely kill them all!"

Madman's tone was cold, and at the same time, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

Ever since helping Prince Modu kill Touman, he had become a general.

And a general commanding tens of thousands of people at that.

This made him unable to restrain his joy; the feeling of holding great power was truly great.

Madman had completely fallen in love with this feeling.

He was glad for his choice at the beginning, proposing to help Prince Modu kill Touman.

Now his status was like a founding hero.

As long as he kept handling matters for Prince Modu, he would stand even higher in the future.

As long as Prince Modu didn't die, and as long as he handled matters for Prince Modu loyally, his status would also rise with the tide.

"Hahaha, good, good, good!"

"This matter was handled well."

"Work hard to handle matters for me in the future; there will be no shortage of benefits for you."

Prince Modu laughed loudly; soon he would be able to completely grasp the power within the Xiongnu tribe.

By that time, he would be the true Chanyu!

Only by completely controlling power in his hands could he do more things.

He wanted to lead the Xiongnu tribal alliance to its peak.

This was Prince Modu's dream, and it was currently underway.

It was estimated that it wouldn't be long before he could realize this dream.

Prince Modu stopped laughing, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"How are the wives and concubines of that old immortal doing now?"

"Reporting to the Chanyu, those women are washing their faces with tears all day long, depressed and unhappy."

"I don't know if it's faked or if they are truly that sad."

Madman said this, somewhat not understanding the thoughts of those women.

Perhaps it was because they feared that without Touman, their status would not be guaranteed.

"Since they miss my dead father so much,"

"find an opportunity to kill them all, and let them go down to accompany that dead ghost."

A cold glint flashed in Prince Modu's eyes, and he didn't soften his hand at all.

Lest any roots of trouble be left behind to disturb his hegemony.

He wanted to dominate the entire grassland!

No one could stop him.

"Okay, this subordinate will go handle it later!"

Madman responded and agreed.

He thought to himself that Prince Modu was truly ruthless, not wanting to let even one go.

But thinking of someone who even killed his own father without hesitation, how could he let go of people who weren't his birth mother?

Madman was also a ruthless person, treating women the same way.

He had no opinion on killing anyone, as long as it wasn't killing him.

"If there's nothing, then go out."

Prince Modu waved his hand, signaling Madman to go out.

Madman saluted and turned to leave.

Great Qin.

Nanhai Commandery.

Panyu capital.

In a great hall.

Three people were sitting there.

Two old men and one youth.

The two old men were fine, their expressions somewhat gloomy.