Chapter 1041: Changle's Love (Part 2)

"Even a slave is acceptable?" Yangasha was truly baffled; this was the thing she could least understand. The previous points could be explained by Changle's father being broad-minded and capable, but this willingness to let a slave be the woman of his own daughter—this was truly hard to comprehend. If it were some ordinary person, that would be one thing, but Changle is, after all, a Prince of Huaxia.

"Of course it's acceptable." Changle even said bluntly, "My eldest mother was bought by my father from a small tribe long ago. Although she wasn't a slave, her status was still lowly. My biological mother was also bought. Oh, but she was once a Tribal Chief of a tribe, just one that was defeated in battle."

"In our Huaxia, there are also many slaves who, because they made contributions, were able to become Leaders. Therefore, my father doesn't really care about a person's status or position; he only looks at whether this person has ability."

Yangasha sighed with emotion: "I feel this is absolutely unacceptable. The gap between a slave and your status is too great; how can this be? Even if you can't find the daughter of a Tribal Chief, it should at least be the daughter of some Leader."

"My father once said that no matter how high a person's status in Huaxia is, it will never be higher than his. In the entire world, there are not many people whose status can be as high as his. Counting them down, there is only the Shennong Clan, Xuanyuan, the Suiren Clan, and your father."

"To him, the level of a person's status is decided by him. You are a Leader today, then tomorrow he can make you a slave. You are a slave, but if you have ability, then you can also be a Leader. Your status is nothing more than a word from my father."

"Even the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe must likewise respect my father. Therefore, my father would not care about the status of the person I find."

Once Changle finished saying this, the one who was shocked was not Yangasha or Ayuduo, but the Warlord. Hearing this, the Warlord's emotions surged. He slapped the table: "Someone who can say such domineering words must be a very formidable person. Changle, I must go to Huaxia to meet your father. My father is very formidable, but I have never heard him say such formidable words."

"Of course you can. My father likes making friends, and he is also very easygoing. At least in my view, he is the most formidable person in the world."

The Warlord glanced at the somewhat shy Ayuduo, and then, acting in his capacity as her brother, began to ask Changle: "How many children does your father have? Does he value you highly?"

"My father only has three children—an older brother, a younger sister, and me. He values us all highly. Since we were young, he has taught us enough knowledge to give us the ability to survive in this world, and he is willing to give us the best of everything."

Seeing that Changle still hadn't answered the point, the Warlord continued to ask: "Then will your father hand Huaxia over to you, or to your older brother?"

Changle said nonchalantly: "Of course it's my older brother. What I need to do is to accumulate enough knowledge for Huaxia and cultivate enough talent."

"Don't you feel it's unfair? Why is Huaxia not handed to you, but to your older brother?"

Changle stared fixedly at the Warlord for several seconds, until the Warlord's gaze wavered, before replying: "There is no such thing as fair or unfair. My older brother is more suited than I am to manage Huaxia, and I don't want to manage a country. To me, all kinds of knowledge are what I want."

"Besides, no matter who manages Huaxia, Huaxia is still our family's. The King of Huaxia will always have the surname Bai. I possess power and wealth, and my children will also possess power and wealth. What is the problem with that?"

"Then, Warlord, will your father hand the Jiuli over to you? If he hands the Jiuli over to your other brothers, what will you do? Will you compete with your brothers? Don't you all have the same father?"

The Warlord was suddenly asked something he didn't know how to answer, because this was a problem that could never be solved. Chiyou had more than one son; he was just one of them. And Chiyou's sons were all shrewd and capable, so no one knew who the Jiuli would eventually be handed to. It could even be someone from the Sanmiao or the Dongyi Tribe.

Ayuduo felt that the topic was drifting further and further away. Although it seemed like her brother was helping her, she no longer knew how to steer the topic back.

The Warlord thought a lot. Ayuduo was his younger sister, born of the same mother, and Ayuduo had a very good relationship with him; otherwise, they wouldn't have come out together. If he could win over a Prince like Changle, it seemed he would have greater weight.

But, this Prince Changle says Huaxia is very powerful, but is it really powerful?

"Changle, how big and how wealthy is your Huaxia?"

Changle did not know how big the Jiuli were, but he was very confident in Huaxia: "Very big. Our Huaxia is wealthy enough and powerful enough; otherwise, Tribal Chief Xuanyuan would not have had equal dialogues with my father. You can ask these Soldiers of the Xuanyuan Tribe; ask them what our Huaxia is like."

The Warlord happened to see a Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe, because his attire and image were different from those of Huaxia. He pointed directly: "Come, you come over."

The Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe dared not refuse and hurriedly stepped forward, waiting to be assigned a task.

But the Warlord only asked: "Tell me, what is Huaxia like?"

The Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe was startled, his eyes involuntarily looking toward Changle. The Warlord reached out and turned his head back: "Don't look at him. Just tell me."

"This... Huaxia is very big, very wealthy. Perhaps, perhaps it is, uh, about the same as our Xuanyuan Tribe." The Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe felt a bit guilty, because everyone knew that Huaxia was very wealthy—much wealthier than the Xuanyuan Tribe.

But this answer already satisfied the Warlord. He gently pushed the Soldier of the Xuanyuan Tribe: "Good, I know. You may go."

Changle said quite freely: "How about that? You heard it from the mouth of a person from the Xuanyuan Tribe. I have no need to exaggerate the power of our Huaxia. Once, the Suiren Clan even came to attack us, and as a result, their tribe was almost scattered. The power of our Huaxia is not false at all."

The Warlord slapped the table, almost flipping the wooden board, and then said something that made Changle stand up in shock.