She closely examined this group of Qiangrong people. The Eldest Prince had a roughly designed, unique curved saber at his waist, with a leather scabbard inlaid with green gemstones. Others wore loose, peculiar black and red robes, and some had black armor covering their shoulders, but all exposed their toned chests.
The Eldest Prince, furious, wanted to draw his saber, his red braid nearly standing on end: "Bastard, I'm not your son! You little weakling, just like that pretty face Gu Chengzhao! Dare to have a man's duel with me!"
Gu Lan was taken aback, and before she could agree, the Eldest Prince was already stopped by his subordinates: "Prince, you mustn't!"
"Prince, don't be impulsive!"
"Remember, we came to Yanjing City by order to witness the prosperity of Dayan, not to fight."
This group spoke Mandarin, but with a peculiar accent. Gu Lan dug her ear and eagerly asked, "So, are we fighting or not?"
She was quite tempted by the Eldest Prince's curved saber.
