Inside the grand tent of the Turkic Ashina Khan, the charcoal in the brazier blazed with fierce intensity, warming the entire tent.
A roasted leg of lamb lay on the table, and Ashina Khan was embracing a woman dressed in animal skin bustier, both drinking horse milk wine that exuded a creamy fragrance. Suddenly, a scout brought a report.
"What did you say?" The voice of the Turkic Ashina Khan carried a trace of disbelief and astonishment.
Ashina abruptly released the woman in his arms, sitting upright. His eyes shone brightly, staring directly at the scout kneeling below with the report.
The woman seemed startled by the sudden change, her body quivering slightly before obediently sliding down onto the soft woolen blanket.
