"I'm about to die? How come I didn't know?"
Xing Luohou, although aware that recent turmoil was likely due to his father Khan's death, saw chaos looming over the plains for a while.
But as things stood, his eldest brother Dashi Bian had left with some men, and no one knew their whereabouts.
His second brother seemed poised to inherit the position of Khan.
He himself was about to live the carefree life that his uncle Maxim once had, wandering the mountains and enjoying pleasures, truly a blissful existence.
Although a clash between Dashi Bian and Sharlobi seemed inevitable, for him, it actually had little impact.
Zhang San sneered, sat down, drank a sip of wine, and began to tell Xing Luohou the story of the War of the Eight Princes in Western Jin.
After listening, Xing Luohou still didn't understand whose mother had died, why there were so many motherless, but indeed, too many had died in the struggle for the throne.
