After a long, long time had passed, when Ashina had already become white-haired, under the tranquil moonlight, as he touched the marks on the armor, he would still be overwhelmed with tears. The image of his mother's illness and demise, and his father's last spear, along with his laughter and words, echoed in his ears.
Back when he was young, his father had not yet had a significant falling out with his mother. The king of the grassland bowed his head, letting the child sit on his shoulders as if riding a tall horse, while the child shouted, "Giddy-up, giddy-up."
The monarch of the Turks mimicked the horse's call, also saying the child's nickname.
At that time, the wind blew across the grassland, the vegetation on the grassland swayed like waves. The sunlight was warm, with a translucent quality. The king wore a gallant smile, the sunlight shone on the royal tent with a golden glow, as gentle women from the Central Plains smiled wryly.
