Bazak, following Tuoya’s command, approached Tu Ya. Before Bazak could lay a hand on her, she fiercely pushed him away. Her eyes reddened as she looked at Tuoya, "Mother, you must understand, I am your daughter! Yet you’re not standing by me but instead by two outsiders?" "This is not an unreasonable request. The tradition of husband exchange, in our Desert, has always existed!" "Just like my Father, wasn’t he exchanged by you as well?" "You were allowed to exchange, why can’t I?" "Besides, I have not mistreated her. I could give her Bazak and all of them!" Hulan was frightened by this confrontation. "Tu Ya..." She gently tugged at Tu Ya, hoping to urge her to stop talking. Couldn’t she see the leader’s face turning darker with anger? But Tu Ya didn’t care about that, she only felt that her Mother had changed, that her Mother didn’t love her anymore. In the past, her Mother had granted her every wish, how good had she been to her before? But now she was not kind to her anymore, her Mother was no longer the Mother she knew! Tuoya trembled with anger. Tu Ya was too insensitive! Veins popped from her temple; with a grand wave of her hand, she commanded, "Take her away now!!" This time, despite Tu Ya’s protests, she was ultimately dragged away. Tuoya looked apologetically toward Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming, feeling an unusual nervousness at this moment. She clenched her fist slightly, felt the calluses on her fingertips, and the small wounds, then asked with a heavy heart, "May I, speak with you both?" The young wife remained cold-faced, "If it’s about the husband exchange, there’s no need." She had no interest in exchanging husbands, she would rather die than willingly give away her man. Seeing her misunderstanding, Tuoya hastily waved her hands, "No no no, that’s not what I mean. What I want to discuss is another matter. I... I am the person you’ve been looking for, the Wood craftsman! Chun Qiao, is Chun Qiao... all right?" Dong Huiying turned her head to look at Liang Haoming, seeing him suddenly freeze on the spot. Inside the felt tent. Dong Huiying and Liang Haoming sat together, while Tuoya sat by herself. "So you’re saying... Chun Qiao, he’s dead?" Dong Huiying sat upright, "You still haven’t told us, what is your relationship with Haoming’s father?" Tuoya seemed drained of all her strength, "That... was a very long time ago." That year, Tuoya had just taken over as leader from the previous leader of the Kechar tribe, brimming with spirit. One day, she was invited to the tribe of Nu Woer, where she met a young man. She fell for the youth instantly, having never seen that type of man before, gentle, frail, pure, delicate, lovely, like a dodder flower. But the young man was a man from Nu Woer, with the last name An and the first name Chun Liu, given by Dayuan’s previous Empress as a gift to Nu Woer. She liked this young man very much. For his sake, she often visited Nu Woer’s tribe and discovered that Nu Woer favored strong and robust men. Someone like Chun Liu, timid and delicate, did not please Nu Woer and had a low status there. Later, because of her deep infatuation, unable to extricate herself, she decided to exchange husbands with Nu Woer. But just before the exchange, something happened... The young man ran away! Together with another man who looked as dark as charcoal, he fled!