NOVPUBIt turned out that the Great Zhou wasn’t the only place with intense struggles. Power struggles were everywhere, driven by the desire for territory and control.
The Wen clan, not fond of conflict, had settled by the Daxi River for many years.
When Tu Lie was just born, Wen Surong’s father passed away, and they naturally inherited the chieftain’s position.
However, the Wen clan was never a large one, though they had always lived in harmony with their brother tribes.
It wasn’t until the Dayue clan set their sights on the Daxi River, which had nurtured countless people in the northern territories, that trouble began for the Wen clan.
Shen Roujia couldn’t fully grasp the complexities of their conflicts, but from Wen Surong’s explanation, she understood that the Wen clan had been a significant force at the time.
After all, the fact that they had protected the Mother River for generations was already an astonishing feat.
Shen Roujia looked up at Wen Surong. “Can I go to the northern territories with you?”
Wen Surong was taken aback by her sudden question and instinctively thought to refuse.
“That’s not possible. You don’t understand the language there, and it’s a time of fierce fighting. It would be even more dangerous for you. You’re safer here with the young general, who will take good care of you.”
Shen Roujia’s brow furrowed, her dissatisfaction evident.
“I finally found my family…”
Wen Surong tried to explain further, but Shen Roujia interrupted him.
“You might not know why I fled in such a sorry state to come find you.”
Wen Surong was startled by her words and looked at her instinctively.
