"Greetings, Third Prince!" Modu saluted again, bowing deeply and pressing his fist to his chest, making his posture exceedingly humble.
*Such a ruthless fellow!* Yanyan thought to himself. *To endure and conceal one's brilliance while in a position of weakness—such a person is the most dangerous of all.*
"So you're the Xiongnu eldest prince who stole horses and fled a thousand miles!" Yanyan mocked, putting on his usual haughty air.
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