The valley fell silent for a good twenty or so breaths before the herders began to buzz with restlessness.
Most of them were suspicious and uneasy, and many were tempted but remained indecisive.
They pushed and shoved each other, hoping someone else would take the lead.
The Mongolian nobles tied to the pillars were furious, cursing loudly.
Li Xuan couldn't understand them well, nor was he interested.
However, Zhang Yue curiously asked Shang Hong beside him, "Daxueshi Shang, do you know what they're saying?"
"They're all cursing the County Prince of Fenyang, and none of it is very nice," Shang Hong replied with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "They're cursing that the County Prince will definitely be punished by Changsheng Heaven and the Bodhisattvas, that he will become a pig or dog in his next life.
