Chapter 239 - 153: You Must Also Endure Some Hardship

Bo Lu’s eyes flashed with humiliation, his gaze sweeping over the young leader like a knife.

"Die in battle? Do you think I, as Khan, don’t want that? But if we go to war with Da Jing now, can you defeat that little ’peanut’? Or will it be like last time, when an army of two hundred thousand went to show up and ended up fleeing in panic?"

As the supreme commander of the Turks, he had to personally express weakness to the enemy. Only Bo Lu himself knew how painful it was to make such a decision.

"This..."

The young leader was rendered speechless.

Bo Lu might not yet have words like "epoch-making" in his mind, nor did he know how to express it. But the appearance of "peanuts" had already given him this understanding.

He glared at the young leader and continued: "Our military strength is not on par with the Da Jing Dynasty. If war breaks out, the Turkic warriors will only die in vain. Our tribe will be completely annihilated, and our descendants will never rise again!"

The young leader, intimidated by Bo Lu’s gaze, slowly sat back down. Though his fists were still clenched, he no longer spoke.

The elder leader nodded in agreement and said in a deep voice: "The Khan is right. The Da Jing is powerful now, and who knows when the ’peanuts’ will march onto the grasslands. What we need now is time, not unnecessary sacrifices. Only by temporarily bowing our heads can we wait for the day when the Turks become strong."

Bo Lu cast a look of approval at the elder leader, finally feeling that someone understood his intentions.

"My sister often says, Da Jing has a saying, ’A real man can bend and stretch.’ By doing this, I am not fearing Da Jing, but stretching and bending. Do you understand?" Bo Lu Khan said loudly.

The circle of tribal leaders seemed to finally grasp the severity of the disparity in power and one by one nodded in agreement with Bo Lu Khan’s words.

"Khan, what should we do now?" the young leader asked again.

Seeing that everyone had expressed agreement, Bo Lu’s gaze once again swept over everyone.

"Since this is the case, I decide to send an envoy to Da Jing to seek peace. At the same time, send Princess Yujia to marry the Emperor of Da Jing to show our sincerity."

"An alliance by marriage?"

The tent was filled with an uproar, and several leaders looked at each other, obviously shocked by this decision.

Could it be that sending his sister to the Emperor of Da Jing’s bed was the result of Khan’s painful deliberations?

In the past, when Ashina Khan was there, he led them to raid Da Jing every year. Even though they never truly defeated Da Jing, he never considered sending his daughter for an alliance.

But as soon as Bo Lu took power, he...

Bo Lu knew what they were thinking. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he gestured for everyone to be quiet, explaining in a firm tone.

"Today is not the same as before, this is our only solution. Princess Yujia is the jewel of the Turkic Grassland, and her sacrifice will earn us precious time. As long as the Da Jing Dynasty agrees to the marriage alliance, the powerful Da Jing will not go to war with its in-laws. At the same time, it would protect our Turks."

The elder leader was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "The Khan’s decision is difficult, but for the future of the Turks, we have no other choice."

The young leader was still reluctant, speaking in a low voice: "But Princess Yujia, she..."

Bo Lu’s gaze suddenly turned sharp, his voice icy: "Yujia is my sister, and I feel more pain than anyone. But for the Turks, she must make the sacrifice. This is her duty as a princess; it is also her destiny."

The tent fell silent once more. Only the candle flame on the table continued to dance, reflecting on every person’s heavy face.

Bo Lu slowly stood up, his gaze burning: "Send out the order to prepare an envoy to go to the Da Jing Dynasty. Also, inform Yujia to make herself ready."

"Yes, Khan." The leaders responded in unison, their voices filled with resignation and heaviness.

Bo Lu turned and looked outside the tent. The glow of the sunset cast a resolute expression on his face.

He murmured softly: "Yujia, my sister, for the future of the Turks, I must be able to bend and stretch. You... must endure some grievances as well."

The night fell quietly, and the wind whistled across the grassland, as if narrating the impending fate of this land.