A Song of Praise for the Grasslands (Ode to Shen Yu Luo Yan)

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Chapter One:

A legend has always lingered on the beautiful grasslands. It is said that sixteen years ago, a
severe natural disaster struck the foothills of the Yin Mountains and the north and south of the desert. Whether cursed or punished by heaven
, the grasslands suffered prolonged droughts; lakes dried up, pastures withered, and even the flying sands of the northern desert
carried an evil wind… The herders were plunged into deep hunger and chaos.

Until her appearance, all this ended. Legend says that on the day she appeared, long-awaited
rain , and miraculously, clear, blue springs appeared on the sand. Even after the rain, a
beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky.

Because of her arrival, the grasslands not only enjoyed a long period of abundant harvests but also a rare peace… The legend
also says that she was so beautiful that even the southward-flying geese forgot to flap their wings on the day she appeared. Therefore, from then on,
she was revered as the goddess of beauty on the grasslands, and the herders deeply respected her.

The wind swept across the grasslands, scattering countless legends. And I am the son of the legendary goddess of beauty…

“Mother, let’s go back.”

Huhanye Chanyu was once a beloved king of the grasslands, and he was also my biological father. It’s just a pity that
my father passed away not long after I was born. When he was alive, he and my mother were very respectful to each other. So, my father died young, and
my mother would come to pay her respects to him every year.

My mother was graceful, with her long, flowing black hair tied up in a bun with a jade hairpin
. When she came out, the sun was shining brightly, and my mother was only wearing a chrysanthemum-colored silk robe that seemed both loose and tight. I didn’t expect that
the wind would pick up on the grasslands, and I noticed that my mother was dressed a little too lightly
.

After the servants raised the white sail, I reminded my mother to go back soon. I helped my mother up and gave Aunt Yunxiang a wink. Yunxiang understood, reached out and pulled my mother back,
then lifted the curtain and helped my mother back to the carriage.

After my mother boarded the carriage first, Lan, another of my father's former consorts, followed her to a
lower carriage behind. Both ladies were of high status, and their carriages were surrounded by a small group of attendants.

My father's son, Bo Shao, was not accompanied by many people. As the carriage wheels creaked and started moving,
the road was blocked by several officials and commoners.

"It has been fifteen years since the Great Chanyu passed away, and the young King Gutu has come of age. The grasslands cannot be without a new Chanyu.
We beseech Queen Yanzi to follow the customs of the Hu and establish a new Chanyu..."

It was these same people again, a group led by Zuo Xu and You Qianhu. They were my father's confidants, and
since I was thirteen, they had brought this up to my mother countless times.

My mother lifted the curtain to look, but she didn't speak. Instead, she closed it again,
ignoring the people still shouting by the roadside, and ordered the servants to start the carriage.

"King Hulun is already gathering followers everywhere. The Queen must make a decision soon, or it might be detrimental to King Gutu
..."

When they looked up, they realized the caravan had already gone far away. Several men stopped and complained. I mounted my horse and
we looked at each other, opening my mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing. Instead, I left them and
chased after my mother.

There's a custom on the grasslands that if a boy's father dies, his
entire is inherited by the son, including his father's women. I don't know who established this
custom, but it existed before I was born.

My mother always called it a bad habit. She was raised with Confucian etiquette and the teachings of the kingly way. From a young
age, she taught me these etiquettes and Confucian classics, and thus I learned the principles of human
relationships . "There is a distinction between husband and wife, and an order between elder and younger," my mother said, this
was proposed by a great sage named Mencius hundreds of years ago, but the sage's ideas were incompatible with the traditional practices of the desert.

My mother is from the Han Dynasty. Gentle and refined, she has always been unwilling to accept the constraints of the steppe. She
has mentioned to me more than once that I should get married soon, but of course, the marriage must not be to her.

However, my mother may have forgotten a rule in the desert: if the Chanyu (ruler) dies young, his people are led by his
principal wife (Yanzhi) until her son reaches adulthood. Only then can the Yanzhi follow her son, and only then can the son inherit the Chanyu's throne and become the new
Xiongnu king.

According to this unwritten rule, if my mother is unwilling to marry me, I cannot
rightfully obtain
the Chanyu's throne. The conditions on the steppe are different from those of the agricultural Han Dynasty. I've heard that men there must be twenty years old to undergo a formal coming-of-age ceremony before they can marry. However, the harsh environment of the steppe leads to early death, so some families'
children can marry and have children as young as their early teens.

When I was eleven, someone mentioned this to my mother. At that time, she used my young age as an excuse, asking
everyone to wait a few more years until I was thirteen and mature enough for her to marry me. But when I turned thirteen,
my mother, again using the excuse of my father celebrating another festival, postponed the proposal once more.

Counting from when I was eleven, this was the fourth time she had delayed her promise. It was clear
the people of the grasslands were growing impatient; they needed a new king to lead them forward
. However, because she had always been revered as a goddess of beauty, they had refrained from defying her.

But today, her attitude seemed less resolute than before, especially after hearing
news of Hulun King's secret expansion of power. Hulun King was my father's half-brother, my uncle; he wielded
considerable power, was constantly at odds with the royal court, and was a man full of ambition. I think my mother must have heard
the people's uneasy voices, but I didn't know how she would handle this.

I escorted my mother back to the camp and watched her return to her room to rest before leaving.

Living on the edge of the desert, the grassland people primarily relied on herding for a living. White flocks of sheep, galloping horses,
and tents pitched like satin at the foot of the mountain… Born and raised in the border region, these sights are naturally familiar to me, but
I can't say I particularly like them.

I much prefer the idyllic scenery my mother describes. She tells me that her hometown was in Nanjun during the Han Dynasty,
a place called Zigui on the banks of the Yangtze River. There were mountains and rivers there, and birdsong and fragrant flowers. Having been instilled with
Central Plains , her hometown, like her, fascinates me.

However, for the people of the desert, they don't appreciate the idyllic landscapes; they prefer grandeur
and power, just like their folk song goes, "The lasso-wielding man is mighty and strong, the galloping steeds are like the wind
..."

On the boundless grasslands, horses gallop like the wind,
disappearing into the depths of the plains in a cloud of dust. Only the sound of their galloping echoes in my ears, and the neighing of the horses reverberates in the mountains. As the
dust settles, everything returns to normal, only that magnificent scene remains in my mind.

To become the king of the grasslands, one must gain the approval of the people. So, in my spare time, I would
secretly mingle with the riders behind my mother's back, letting them teach me riding and archery.

In the distance, the mountain peaks rise and fall with the changing clouds, while at the foot of the mountains, flocks of sheep graze and herdsmen live. Not
far from the foot of the mountains, there is a vast horse pasture. The horse ranch was an important location within the royal court. Besides
hosting horse-riding competitions, it served as a training ground for newcomers and a combat drill for soldiers.

Further north, a branch of the Xiongnu, though driven to even more distant lands by the Han Dynasty in recent years,
still had several other tribes residing near the southern Gobi Desert. For the survival and propagation of their tribes, every man on the grasslands had to
learn .

"The young Chanyu's bow is getting more and more accurate..."

"Yes, yes, at this rate, it won't be long before Zuogutu becomes our new king..."

A competition was in full swing on the grasslands, the prize being a plump whole roasted lamb. Although everyone seemed
very engaged, eager to take it home to reward their families, I could tell some were letting me win, deliberately holding back
. But just as everyone was applauding and cheering me on, the competition was interrupted by a group of uninvited guests.

Solon, the head of the Ten Thousand Households, was a follower of Hulun King. He must have just returned from a patrol in the distance. He arrogantly
shot an arrow that hit the bullseye, and before even dismounting, he grabbed the spoils. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, he
taunted, "Sorry, Prince Gutu, I accidentally hit it. I'll take the spoils first..."
As the group rode past with a 'roar,' someone even dared to provoke them, "Horseback riding and archery are for men. Little
Chanyu should go home and study in his wife's arms..."

This fellow was used to being arrogant and domineering, never taking me seriously. Watching them smugly ride away, I
vowed that one day I would kill them.

The rare peaceful time was broken. Some needed to continue tending the sheep, others needed to go back to take care of their children, so
everyone dispersed, and the foot of the mountain returned to tranquility.

The sun set, casting long shadows on the distant mountains. The herders dispersed, and I mounted my horse, ready
to return .

A few white clouds drifted across the blue sky. I glanced towards the large domed tent from my horse and
saw someone on horseback in the distance, seemingly waiting for me. I spurred my horse forward a few steps and realized
it was Aunt Yunxiang.

Zhou Yunxiang was five or six years younger than my mother, her personal maid. She had come with my mother from
the Han Dynasty. I'd heard from the servants that she was highly skilled in martial arts, but I'd never seen her fight.
Because she was about the same age as my mother, she told me to call her Aunt. Aunt Yunxiang wasn't as beautiful as my mother,
but she was still quite pretty. She always obeyed my mother and was very kind to me.

"Have you been contradicted again?"

Aunt Yunxiang asked indifferently, clearly having witnessed what had just happened.

"It's nothing, just a bunch of rabble." She was usually very close to my mother, so I
always spoke to her casually.

"You should grow up quickly..." she said thoughtfully, then moved
the reins in her hand and continued, "I won't say anymore, Miss wants you to go back."

"Ah, what does Mother want with me?" Since we were under the same royal court, she rarely sent Aunt Yunxiang
to summon me like this.

"How should I know? You'll find out when you get back."

Aunt Yunxiang always gave off a mysterious aura; she certainly wouldn't reveal anything to me. So, we
started walking back one after the other.

The royal court was built on an open area at the foot of the mountain. Along the ridge was a large lake, a place with lush vegetation,
beautiful scenery, and relatively easy to defend. The Chanyu's tent and the queen's residence were located next to the lake.

On the way back, we passed a trading market. Resources were scarce on the grasslands, requiring the exchange of livestock products and
minerals for salt and medicinal herbs. Therefore, merchants from afar gathered here. Besides local
herders, there were people from further west, and of course, many more from the Han Dynasty. Since the Southern Xiongnu submitted to the Han Dynasty,
trade between the two sides gradually increased.

Thinking of my mother, who rarely showed herself, I dismounted, intending to buy a packet of spices to take back.

"Which girl have you taken a fancy to?"

Spices were usually bought by lovers for their beloved. Seeing me stop to choose, it was no wonder she asked that.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm buying them for my mother." Although in the eyes of the tribe, my mother was indeed my
woman, I dared not think that way in front of Yunxiang. If she went back and told my mother about my transgression, it
would be terrible.

However, the foreign merchants were quite outspoken. "Young man, to tell you the truth, these are top-quality spices transported from the East Sea, thousands of miles
away . Buy them for your lover, and she'll be satisfied..." Sure enough, another
person who didn't know my identity.

They were outsiders, so it was normal that they didn't recognize me. I didn't mind and carefully selected several packets of
spices my mother liked.

My mother's large tent was spacious and ornate, adorned with numerous ornaments on the outside. The furnishings inside were all
predominantly in the Central Plains style, demonstrating the considerable effort my father had put into pleasing her.

Pushing open the domed tent door, I entered alone. Yunxiang, a considerate and sensible maid, rarely entered my mother's boudoir
unless instructed to do so.

Passing through the tent entrance and then through the curtain, I finally reached my mother's bedroom.

Unexpectedly, upon entering, I saw my mother, draped in a bath towel, emerge from behind a screen. Like a beauty fresh from a bath,
the steam rising from her body carried a fragrant scent. She had just finished bathing, the silk towel covering her body…
Yet it couldn't conceal her exquisitely sculpted figure. The bath towel was perfectly tailored, just covering her smooth,
fair skin, leaving only a glimpse of her snow-white neck.

Perhaps my mother was tired from going out and only then remembered to bathe. Considering the time it would take for Yunxiang to call me, I thought to myself, if I
had come back earlier, wouldn't I have seen her bathing!

A grown son should avoid his mother, but the customs of the grassland people are not as strict as those of the Central Plains. When I was little, because I was bothered by the rough hands and feet of
the Xiongnu women, my mother personally took care of me as I grew up, including bathing me. However
, back then, she was always dressed very conservatively. This was the first time I had seen her bathing like this.
My mother is a person who deeply adheres to etiquette; I guess she forgot I would come in.

After I turned ten, she stopped bathing me. Thinking back, I truly miss my mother's gentle little hands…

My mother had a shapely figure, and after bathing, her face radiated a gentle glow, full of shy, alluring charm.
Even the air lingered with her fragrance as she walked past me. She was truly like a budding flower, its fragrance
overflowing . Of course, what was most captivating was her smile as she turned her head, a thousand charms swirling around her brows, easily enchanting anyone.

My mother was a great beauty, not only hailed as the most beautiful woman on the grasslands, but
also unparalleled in all of China, thousands of miles away. It's said that in hundreds of years, only one woman
, … There's also a rumor that when she entered the Han palace, because she refused to bribe
the court painter, she wasn't painted as beautiful, and therefore wasn't chosen for the emperor's harem. But
when my mother's true beauty was revealed, the Han emperor was greatly disappointed and even executed the painter…

Of course, these rumors about my mother were all heard from merchants from the south.

She smoothed her hair, walked gracefully past me, and then elegantly sat down at her dressing table.
My mother's dressing table was simple yet elegant, its tabletop crafted from golden nanmu wood. Beside it was her desk,
upon which lay some ancient books, parchment, and writing implements. To the right were a tea tray and a purple clay teapot adorned with burl wood. Finally,
directly in front of the desk was a red silk brocade pendant embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes,
upon which hung a large character '嫱' (qiang)...

My mother had a beautiful name—Wang Qiang. The character '嫱' (qiang) is composed of the radical for 'woman' and the character '才良' (cai liang), perfectly matching her
quiet and gentle image. However, my mother also had a lovely childhood name—Haoyue (bright moon), though
not many people knew this; Aunt Yunxiang had told me about it privately.

My mother settled down and began to dress and groom herself. The sun had already set outside, and dusk was gradually falling inside.
Fortunately, several maids had already lit the lamps. I rarely saw her dressing up at night, and I couldn't help but
watch . But who could blame me when she was such a beautiful woman? There must be a reason.

"Ya'er, come here."

My title was Zuo Xianwang Gutu, but my real name was Yi Ziya. Of course, only
someone as close as my mother would call me by my childhood name. My mother was a gentle and quiet woman. Although she didn't talk much, her soft
voice was extremely pleasant. After speaking, she handed me a comb.

My mother, who had just bathed, had disheveled hair, her long, black hair hanging down to her waist. I took
the wooden comb from my mother, knowing that she wanted me to comb her hair.

Xiongnu women were generous and plump, and my mother didn't like to make them do things for her. Her maid, Yunxiang, was wild and didn't like
staying in the inner chambers with her. So, I'm the only person she can really talk to. Her blood flows in my veins
, and I've been deeply influenced by her teachings. In fact, in the desert, only she and I can truly connect.
My mother and I have a very close relationship, but it's rare for her to ask me to comb her hair—such intimate gestures are quite rare.

My mother's hair is jet black and smooth, and it exudes her unique fragrance when you touch it. I've loved playing with
her hair since I was little; her long, slender hair feels wonderfully soft and comfortable in my hands.

My mother is a head shorter than me, and when she sits in the mahogany chair, her head is just level with my chest.
Standing behind her, as I style her hair, I occasionally look down, and all I see is
pure white .

Her silk bath towel wasn't closed very tightly; after a few movements, the towel at her chest had slightly parted. My
gaze passed over my mother's neck, and the beautiful white scenery of her chest came into view. My mother's large breasts were round and full,
her upper body rising in a trembling mountain-like shape from her bodice. Between her two snowy breasts was a deep cleavage. My mother's
breasts were beautiful, and I was so captivated that I couldn't look away.

"Child?"

Following the deep white cleavage of my mother's chest, my eyes wanted to linger on those two nipples, but
the front wasn't open very wide, so I could only imagine the color of the nipples based on their shape. As I thought about it, my lower body began
to rise, and even my hands slowed down.

"Child?" Not hearing my answer, my mother asked again, then turned her face.

"Ah, Mom..." My embarrassing behavior was discovered by her, and in the midst of my frantic movements, I even managed to utter a rare,
incoherent utterance. The *Guangya* dictionary mentions, "Mama means mother." This is a book she had me
read so when it was just the two of us, she preferred me to call her "Mama" rather than
"Mother."

My mother turned her head and noticed me staring blankly at her chest. She seemed to realize something and
quickly covered her chest with her hands, but didn't say anything. But I was her child, and my staring at her
chest made her blush slightly with embarrassment.

"My child, it's time for dinner. I need to change my clothes. You can go out now." My mother turned her head away,
no longer letting me touch her hair, and gently tied it up.

"Okay." In front of my mother, I unusually lost my composure, put down the wooden comb, and
stepped out from behind the curtain.

Behind the screen, my mother began gracefully and slowly undressing. Through the hanging curtain and
screen , I couldn't see her body, but I could see her bare, snow-white arms and legs fluttering
. The emerald beads on the hanging curtain swayed. My mother subconsciously looked up and glanced outside, seeing me
watching her from afar, and couldn't help but give me a reproachful look.

My mother rarely scolded me, and her gaze at this moment made me uneasy. Afraid of angering her, I quickly turned away.
While she was changing, I thought to pour the spices I had bought into the incense burner and burn them to calm the mind.
Like my mother, I loved this quiet and elegant atmosphere.

When the fragrance filled the tent, the maids had already brought in dinner. Then my mother emerged from behind the curtain
.

She had changed her clothes, wearing only a satin blue robe and
a . She wore no other adornments. However, my mother was naturally beautiful, and even in such simple attire,
her stunning beauty was undeniable. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her eyes were bright, and her teeth were white. She walked with a dignified and elegant demeanor, without
the slightest affectation.

My mother's beauty was all-encompassing; it was no exaggeration to describe her as breathtakingly beautiful. Even though she was my own
mother, I was still amazed by her.

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