It was like hearing a sudden clap of thunder; Lei Yu was shocked, and He Du, tightly held in her arms, was unaware of the situation. He blinked at her, then at Ashina Zhuxie, his small face full of bewilderment.
After a moment, He Du reached out a small hand and gently touched his mother's ear.
Lei Yu woke up as if from a dream. Meeting Ashina Zhuxie's deep wolf-like eyes again, her gaze became evasive. She lowered her head and said, "What I mean is, the child is too young to be fed with a knife, it might hurt him."
"..."
Ashina Zhuxie looked at her for a long while and said, "Fine, then we won't use a knife."
Saying this, he sheathed the small knife.
Lei Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, Ashina Zhuxie continued, "However, sooner or later, he will have to learn how to eat with a knife."
"..."
"He is my son, he is a Turkic."
"..."
"In the future, he will inherit my position as Khan."
