Chapter 1460

When Chanyu Qiangqu saw the look in Yu Fuluo's eyes, he clearly realized something.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

The reason the main seat was kept at a distance from the positions of other tribal leaders was not only to maintain the order of seniority and status but also to prevent other tribal leaders from suddenly rising up to assassinate him.

But at this moment, the distance between Yu Fuluo and Chanyu Qiangqu was too close.

Yu Fuluo was sitting at the same table as Chanyu Qiangqu.

Because his father felt sorry for his eldest son, who had only one leg and had come from afar to visit him.

Chanyu Qiangqu was born among the Xiongnu, born into a noble family, and lived in an environment at the very core of power struggles; patricide and fratricide were not uncommon.

From childhood to adulthood, he had heard and seen too many fathers and sons, and brothers, killing each other for power.

Compared to the Han, the environment in which the Xiongnu lived and their traditions created this wolf-like way of life; sometimes, if you don't fight, you die.

But Chanyu Qiangqu did not expect that such a thing would one day... actually happen to him.

And at this moment, Yu Fuluo was too close to Chanyu Qiangqu.

The dagger that had been in Yu Fuluo's hand, stained with sheep fat from cutting meat, crossed the distance between them.

*Puff. *

Chanyu Qiangqu looked down in shock at the dagger stuck in his chest, then looked up at his eldest son, whose eyes were filled with malice.

"Father... you want to pass the position of Chanyu to Huchuquan, but I am your eldest son!"

Yu Fuluo, his face twisted, gritted his teeth and twisted the dagger in his hand.

The immense force caused the dagger to churn in Chanyu Qiangqu's chest, making a bone-scraping sound that twisted Chanyu Qiangqu's face in pain.

Before Chanyu Qiangqu could even open his mouth to shout, Yu Fuluo moved his body, pressing one hand over Chanyu Qiangqu's mouth to pin him down.

With one hand, he pushed the dagger in firmly, and with the other, he tightly covered Chanyu Qiangqu's mouth.

At this moment, Yu Fuluo's expression was like a ferocious, starving wolf, growling at the old wolf king.

Even a wolf king has a time when he grows old, and then the young pack leaders will challenge the old wolf king to gain control of the pack.

This is the eternal natural law of survival for wolf packs on the grasslands.

The Xiongnu, who took the wolf as their totem, naturally inherited this wolf-like nature.

"Father, you let Huchuquan curry favor with Duan Yu, you let Huchuquan live by Duan Yu's side, you want Huchuquan to inherit the position of Xiongnu Chanyu."

"But what about me? Have you ever thought about it? I am your eldest son. My leg was broken for the sake of the Xiongnu. You despise me for being a cripple, but have you ever considered my feelings..."

"If Huchuquan becomes Chanyu, will he leave me a way to survive just to please Duan Yu?"

"When he inherits the pack and becomes the wolf king, will he still let me live in the pack..."

"Father, tell me..."

Yu Fuluo's suppressed voice was like the low growl of a starving wolf.

Chanyu Qiangqu, who was struggling, suddenly stopped.

The look in those eyes was also extremely complex.

Chanyu Qiangqu clearly wanted to say something, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't open it.

Collapsed on the ground, Chanyu Qiangqu, who had stopped struggling, grabbed the hand Yu Fuluo was using to press the dagger with all his might.

Yu Fuluo instinctively thought Chanyu Qiangqu was trying to struggle and pull out the dagger, so he twisted it even harder to shred Chanyu Qiangqu's heart.

However, Chanyu Qiangqu did not do what Yu Fuluo had imagined.

Chanyu Qiangqu, who had raised his hand, only tightly gripped Yu Fuluo's wrist, leaving a bloody mark.

Yu Fuluo was slightly stunned.

A moment later, Chanyu Qiangqu lay on the carpet, dead.

Yu Fuluo, his eyes wide, sat coldly to the side, looking at his father with the dagger still stuck in his chest, and looking at the bloody mark on his wrist.

Memories seemed to return to twenty years ago in an instant.

Back to when he first learned to walk.

In his blurred memory, a tall and sturdy figure held his wrist and helped him onto the back of a small horse.

When he first rode a horse and was panicked, that sturdy man gripped his wrist tightly and held the horse's reins together with him.