This also made Yelv Nanyan once again feel the charm of the North Prince, a man who could keep the harem so harmonious was rare, not to mention Great Sum, even the harems of the Barbarian Tribes on the steppes were full of intrigue and strife.
It reminded Yelv Nanyan of her childhood, when her mother, as a member of the Barbarian Tribe's harem, would often suffer the insults of other Barbarian women.
Enduring insults from other Barbarian women was one thing, but even the Barbarian Tribe's King would beat and kick her.
At that moment, the harmonious scene in the North Court made Yelv Nanyan wish time could stop at this very instant.
...
A few days later.
In the camp of the North Fre King, the royal court.
An old man with a large beard, wearing a fur coat, his skin layered with grime, sat upon the throne.
This throne had been brought back by the soldiers of the North Fre King from the former royal court of the Sky Wolf Tribe.