{"id":6849,"date":"2025-01-23T10:08:00","date_gmt":"2025-01-23T09:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=6849"},"modified":"2025-01-23T10:08:00","modified_gmt":"2025-01-23T09:08:00","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-39-the-kingdom-of-khotan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2025\/01\/23\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-39-the-kingdom-of-khotan\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn&#8217;t! &#8211; Chapter 39: The Kingdom of Khotan"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The voice inside his head shouted loudly, but in reality, there wasn\u2019t a single sound.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie&#8217;s turned around to look at the direction where Danran had left, then turned his head back, looking at the remnants of tea and fruit peels on the table.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Having finished preparing, he casually asked Xiao Rong, &#8220;Have you seen Huang Keji?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He actually pretended not to hear.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Since Xiao Rong was in a good mood that day, he let him off the hook and didn\u2019t press him. He lifted his clothes and sat back down, moving the teapot aside to look at the charcoal fire burning below.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While poking at the coals with the tongs, he answered, &#8220;I\u2019ve seen him. This child has suffered a lot. He saw Huang Yanji\u2019s attitude toward him, and he\u2019s unwilling to leave so simply.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t understand. &#8220;Then what does he want to do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No matter what, Huang Yanji was still his uncle. He couldn\u2019t possibly take action against him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was the most twisted thing nowadays: A father kills his son, and the father is innocent. Yet when the son just refuses his father\u2019s request, the son is thrown into prison.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even if the government didn\u2019t throw this son into prison, once the matter spread, &#8220;righteous people\u201d would soon come to teach the son a lesson. Beating him would be the least of it. The real worry was the assassins from the Qingfeng Sect who might come and take the son\u2019s life, then loudly declare what a good deed they had done.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The customs were like this. From the Imperial Family down to commoners, everyone thought it was perfectly normal. Although Huang Yanji wasn\u2019t Huang Keji\u2019s father, he was still his uncle, and an uncle carried a paternal weight. Huang Keji couldn\u2019t openly do anything to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After asking this question, the only sounds around were the water from the waterfall crashing against rocks and the crisp sound of the charcoal pieces clashing. Xiao Rong also pretended not to hear. Suddenly, he put down the tongs and shifted the conversation back to Danran. \u201cI made a suggestion to Miss Danran, I wonder what the King thinks?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong\u2019s suggestion was for the Butewu tribe to offer free medical services. Qu Yunmie was taken aback. He didn\u2019t oppose it, but\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat old woman and others don\u2019t like seeing outsiders.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong asked, &#8220;Is it that they don\u2019t like seeing strangers, or that they don\u2019t like seeing people from the Central Plains?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie pursed his lips. &#8220;Both. The Butewu tribe isn\u2019t good at interacting with outsiders, and people from the Central Plains\u2026 are quite hostile to foreigners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong smiled. &#8220;The Central Plains people are hostile to the Huhar people. The Butewu tribe\u2019s appearance differs a bit from the Central Plains, so they\u2019ve been lumped together with the Huhar people. As long as it\u2019s explained clearly, it\u2019ll be fine. First, let the Butewu tribe share their medical skills and use the doctor-patient relationship to bridge the gap. Let the people in the city get to know them. Then, we\u2019ll show that the Butewu tribe isn\u2019t the same as the Huhar people. The further apart they stay, the more rigid their relationship will be. The King doesn\u2019t want his mother\u2019s tribe always living outside the city, being misunderstood all the time, does he? Doesn\u2019t that make the King uncomfortable?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie furrowed his brow. Although he was somewhat moved by what Xiao Rong said, he still felt uneasy. &#8220;You\u2019re not from a foreign tribe. You don\u2019t know how difficult it is to step out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. &#8220;The King is right. I really can\u2019t empathize with it. So the King shouldn\u2019t worry about these difficult problems. Just treat it as an order to be given to the subordinates. The King will have to issue many such orders in the future, and not every order will be liked. People act for their own benefit, and that\u2019s not necessarily wrong. But as a ruler, the King must think not just of one person or one tribe, but of everyone, all tribes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie looked at Xiao Rong, his eyes hesitant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong met his gaze and softened his voice. &#8220;The Butewu tribe is just the beginning. There are too many suffering nations in this world. The Huhar people are cruel. When they\u2019re not bullying the people of the Central Plains, they\u2019re bullying other ethnic groups. Even among the Huhar people, not everyone accepts their lifestyle of eating raw flesh and drinking blood. Some people are born into Huhar families but yearn for the civilized ways of the Central Plains. The King has also experienced being displaced. How does it feel to have no home? How does it feel to always feel like an outsider wherever you go?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t answer his question but instead looked at him warily. &#8220;Xiao Rong, what are you really trying to do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His tone became more serious. &#8220;Are you trying to allow foreign tribes into the capital?! This is a fool\u2019s dream. Foreign tribes can never be trusted!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He didn\u2019t expect such a strong reaction. Xiao Rong paused, realizing that it wasn\u2019t the right time, so he changed his tone. &#8220;The King needn\u2019t worry. I\u2019m not that naive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie\u2019s tense posture relaxed slightly, but his gaze towards Xiao Rong was still unfriendly. &#8220;Then what do you mean by all this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong, wary of pushing him further, took a moment to compose himself before answering. &#8220;We can talk about the future later. Taking in foreign tribes is a huge move, and I won\u2019t consider it until the King\u2019s position is more secure. What I\u2019m aiming for is to let the Butewu tribe be seen by the people. Let them see that the Butewu tribe loves peace and brings medical skills that can heal people. Once their reputation improves, the King\u2019s reputation will improve as well. Besides, this sends a friendly signal. The King knows about the Rouran, who are enemies of the Xianbei, and the Shanshan, who signed a peace treaty with the King. Both of these nations are in difficult times, and many people have turned to become mercenaries. But mercenaries don\u2019t have any guarantees. In the end, they\u2019re either mercenaries or bandits.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Upon hearing Xiao Rong mention the Rouran, Qu Yunmie\u2019s expression changed inexplicably.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Rouran and the Xianbei were originally the same people. After internal strife and division, they became two separate nations. When the Xianbei were at their strongest, they didn\u2019t allow anyone to call the Rouran by that name, instead, they called them &#8220;Ruoru,&#8221; meaning they weren\u2019t even considered human, just a bunch of worms.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Xianbei people were truly despicable. The Rouran, unable to defeat them, could only silently endure. Later, when the Xianbei weakened, the Rouran immediately restored their original name.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When the Huhar people broke into Yanmen Pass, the Rouran weren\u2019t part of it, because the Xianbei still looked down on them and didn\u2019t include them. As for Qu Yunmie having any good feelings toward the Rouran, that was impossible.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At most, they didn\u2019t launch a massive invasion into the Central Plains. The other Huhar people did similar despicable deeds, and the Rouran weren\u2019t exempt from that.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Still, Qu Yunmie mostly understood Xiao Rong\u2019s point. \u201cBecause I have the bloodline of the Butewu tribe, and the people under my rule have accepted their existence, it will give the impression to the world that I am somewhat friendly toward foreign tribes. As a result, these fleeing foreigners would choose to come here to serve under me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong smiled. &#8220;That\u2019s right. In this case, when hiring them, the King can press the prices down. Foreigners who do anything for money will always seek the employer who offers more. This will act as a selection process: those who cherish their lives and want to live well will come here, while those who live recklessly will go elsewhere. In the future, whether for big or small battles, the Northern Army is the King\u2019s greatest support, and it should be used cautiously. These foreigners, who come to sell their lives, can help the King with minor tasks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie looked at Xiao Rong and suddenly smiled in an enigmatic way.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Placing one hand on the stone table, he toyed with an intact fruit, then spoke softly, \u201cPerhaps the Northern Army was once my foundation, but it\u2019s not anymore.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cNow, my foundation is you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Receiving such a sudden compliment, especially one so high in praise, Xiao Rong felt a bit uncomfortable. He quickly blinked a few times and then cautiously said, &#8220;Thank you, my King?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Hearing his uncertain tone, Qu Yunmie smiled again. His emotions were usually quite subtle, except when he was angry.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong felt a strange sensation in his heart and couldn\u2019t quite handle this side of Qu Yunmie. He decided to interrupt the moment. &#8220;I\u2019m still curious. What exactly are you afraid Miss Danran might say to me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie: \u201c&#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The effect was immediate. The strange atmosphere that had made Xiao Rong uneasy vanished instantly. Qu Yunmie\u2019s expression seemed as though he wanted to get angry but couldn\u2019t, so he could only irritably say, &#8220;I\u2019m not afraid!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong\u2019s expression shifted slightly. He thought he had concealed it well, but Qu Yunmie immediately saw through him. His face clearly displayed the words: You say it, then it&#8217;s fine.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With a roll of his eyes, Qu Yunmie suddenly had a moment of clarity and said, &#8220;Danran is my older brother\u2019s posthumous child. I\u2019m not worried about what she might say to you, but rather what you might say to her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong was completely confused. \u201cWhat could I possibly say to Miss Danran?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He wasn\u2019t Qu Yunmie. He was kind, adorable, and strong; he wouldn\u2019t bully a child!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie could read Xiao Rong\u2019s expression, but sometimes, when things were too complicated, he couldn\u2019t figure it all out. Like now, he could tell Xiao Rong seemed to be boasting, but he didn\u2019t realize that Xiao Rong was practically praising himself to the heavens.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDanran was raised by the Old Woman. After my older brother passed, my sister-in-law personally handed Danran over to Old Woman, so she could only be a Butewu tribe member in the future. If nothing goes wrong, she will be the next tribe leader. You always have so many ideas, what if you influence her and make her want to return to being a Central Plains person? What should we do then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong immediately furrowed his brows. \u201cBut that\u2019s Danran\u2019s own choice! If I say a couple of words and change her mind, it would only prove that her original decision wasn\u2019t firm. How could that be my fault?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong wasn\u2019t happy because he had a similar experience. When he was young, he wanted to learn dancing, and while his parents agreed, his grandfather didn\u2019t. As a result, two years were wasted. So, when it came to situations like this, Xiao Rong got angry for others. A child might be young, but they weren\u2019t stupid. Couldn\u2019t she know what she really wanted?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong had prepared himself to argue fiercely with Qu Yunmie, but Qu Yunmie shifted his gaze away, feeling secretly relieved inside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014He believed it. He actually believed it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014Hahaha, Xiao Rong wasn\u2019t as smart as he thought.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Just when he thought the day was over, an unexpected situation arose before bed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zhou Liang had escaped.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The first person to discover Zhou Liang\u2019s escape was, of course, Huang Yanjiu. Since it was a bit embarrassing, he didn\u2019t immediately inform Qu Yunmie and the others. It wasn\u2019t until he couldn\u2019t find him and couldn\u2019t hide it anymore that he returned with a dark face, angrily saying that the next time he encountered Zhou Liang, he would tear him apart.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong had already been lying on his bed when he heard the report from the guards. He jumped up from the bed, quickly threw on his clothes, rushed outside, and he ran into Gao Xunzhi, who was looking for him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With an anxious expression, Xiao Rong asked, &#8220;When did Zhou Liang escape?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gao Xunzhi frowned. \u201cIt was around noon when he ran. Rong, the King has gone after him.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong initially nodded absentmindedly, but as soon as he realized what Gao Xunzhi had said, he was immediately stunned. \u201cThe King is chasing Zhou Liang?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gao Xunzhi furrowed his brows even more tightly. &#8220;Yes. Huang Yanjiu&#8217;s subordinate defected. Why did the King personally go after him? It wasn&#8217;t necessary at all.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He vaguely understood Qu Yunmie&#8217;s thoughts. After all, Qu Yunmie had been held back for so long, and now that he finally had a chance, he certainly didn\u2019t want to let him escape.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The person with the strongest enemy-chasing ability in the Northern Garrison was Qu Yunmie. If he went after them, others would have no use. In the end, Xiao Rong and Gao Xunzhi exchanged looks and both chose to go back to bed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At dawn, Qu Yunmie returned, soaked with dew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong had slept too much the day before and now returned to his usual routine. He was now one to rise with the sun and rest at night. As a light sleeper, he immediately woke up when he heard movement outside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When he came out, Qu Yunmie was talking to Jian Qiao. Xiao Rong quickly walked over and asked them, &#8220;Did you catch him?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie answered slowly, &#8220;No, we didn\u2019t see Zhou Liang along the way. He couldn\u2019t have run that fast alone; he probably changed his appearance and hid.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong wasn\u2019t surprised by this answer. Zhou Liang had successfully escaped from Huang Yanjiu\u2019s hands before, and this time, he had escaped even earlier. He didn\u2019t know where he had gone. Hopefully, he didn\u2019t end up under He Tingzhi\u2019s command again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then again, if he really had gone to He Tingzhi, Xiao Rong couldn\u2019t do much about it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Thinking this, Xiao Rong shook his head. &#8220;Forget it, let him run. We\u2019ll just stay alert in the future. Your Majesty, Zhou Liang is just a small man. Why trouble yourself to chase him? Besides, Your Majesty only wasted a trip.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jian Qiao looked at Xiao Rong in shock. It had only been a few days, and Master Xiao had grown so much in confidence.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Despite this, Qu Yunmie showed no objection to his attitude. He simply began to remove his armor. &#8220;Anyway, it\u2019s not like I have anything else to do. It doesn\u2019t matter.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong raised an eyebrow. &#8220;Doesn\u2019t matter? Your Majesty hasn\u2019t slept all night. Don\u2019t you need to go back and catch up on your rest? By the time you wake up, your duties will have piled up.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie said, \u201cI\u2019m not tired.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong silently stared at the dark circles under his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He still thought he was fifteen or sixteen? He was twenty-four! In this day and age, he could be a father of six kids<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shaking his head again, Xiao Rong turned his back, rolled his eyes, and then waved his hand as he walked away. &#8220;Your Majesty, go rest. I\u2019ll take care of your work.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon, Xiao Rong\u2019s figure disappeared behind the archway. Qu Yunmie paused in removing his armor. He subtly smiled before continuing his task.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When he finally took off the armguards and was about to hand them to the guards, he saw Jian Qiao looking at him strangely.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie asked, &#8220;What is it?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jian Qiao didn\u2019t know what he was thinking. He had only been watching Qu Yunmie and Xiao Rong interact, and suddenly felt inexplicably envious.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An uncontrollable thought arose in his heart: Why couldn\u2019t his wife help him with his duties?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026\u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At a quarter past the hour of the serpent, Xiao Rong put down the accounts, rubbed his stiff neck, and seeing that no one was around, he stood up and began stretching his limbs.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As a dancer, he knew the drill\u2014stretching the legs, bending the waist, and so on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong leaned back, and as his hands touched the ground, he heard the door to the council hall being pushed open. Xiao Rong was startled and immediately straightened his back with a swift motion, so quickly that Mijing was left dumbfounded.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He had once seen a monk in India who could place one foot behind his ear while meditating, but that monk did it slowly, unlike Xiao Rong, who changed his posture in an instant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing stared at him in shock, afraid that Xiao Rong appeared calm but had actually broken his back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without changing his expression, he lied. &#8220;I was practicing martial arts. After I frequently fell ill, I met a wise master who taught me a set of exercises. If practiced daily, it can extend one&#8217;s life. Would you like to try it, Buddha&#8217;s son?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No, thank you. He feared that if he tried it, he&#8217;d meet the Buddha directly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Both of them felt a little awkward, so they decided to drop the subject. Xiao Rong invited Mijing to sit and then made him tea.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong had a more formal way of making tea than others. He didn\u2019t like boiling it, only steeping it. Also, he liked to add little ornaments to the tea tray, calling them &#8220;tea pets.&#8221; Though no one understood why he insisted on drinking tea this way, to be honest, the process looked quite pleasant. His movements were smooth and graceful, with an aura that was unique.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing watched as the tea poured over the tea pet and then suddenly commented, &#8220;Young Master Xiao seems to have met many wise masters.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He held the teapot with a smile and said, &#8220;Most people go through their lives without meeting a single one, while some rare few meet ten. I am one of those rare few. Such experiences are rare, but not impossible.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing nodded and smiled. &#8220;Indeed, Young Master Xiao gives off the impression of someone who has fate with many people.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Fate with many people?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong was momentarily stunned, finding this phrase a bit fresh, but he didn\u2019t think much of it. He handed the tea to Mijing and asked, &#8220;Did Buddha\u2019s Son come to see me for something?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing replied, &#8220;It\u2019s not a big matter. When I returned from the Western Regions, the kings of the Western nations gave me some gifts. As a monk, I don\u2019t need these worldly possessions, but since you may need them, I brought them along.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong widened his eyes, looking at Mijing\u2019s movements. Mijing was unwrapping a bundle he had brought. With a few quick motions, the bundle opened, and the dazzling jewels inside almost blinded Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Holy moly!!!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A gemstone the size of a fist! Bright green jade bangles! A string of 108 Buddha beads as white as snow, each bead as big as a human eye! Wait, is that a crown?!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seeing that Xiao Rong\u2019s eyes were glued to the crown, Mijing couldn\u2019t help but laugh. &#8220;This is the queen\u2019s coronet from the Kingdom of Yutian. The king and queen invited me to a royal banquet, and the queen insisted on giving this to me, so I had no choice but to accept.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He looked at Mijing with a dazed expression. You brat, you got a good deal and still pretend like it\u2019s a bother!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From the way you\u2019re talking, it sounds like you think this crown is a hassle!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is really&#8230;\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">People really do die from comparison. Mijing wasn\u2019t the first person to go on a pilgrimage to India. In the past few decades, thousands of monks have traveled that same path, but either they died halfway, or when they returned, they were poor beggars. None of them became wealthier like Mijing did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong couldn\u2019t even imagine how popular Mijing must have been abroad. He was even gifted a crown! If he asked for something, would he instantly become the nation\u2019s protector?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the same time, Xiao Rong understood something that had been puzzling him. When the scout had said that Mijing seemed wealthy, he had wondered where the money came from.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now, he probably had the answer.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Back when the Northern Army first met Buddha\u2019s Son, did you think they wanted to buy you out?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing froze. &#8220;How did young master Xiao know?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As expected.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With a slightly tired smile, Xiao Rong said, &#8220;Thank you for the kind gesture, but these are gifts for you. Buddha\u2019s Son should keep them well. Chenliu City isn\u2019t exactly rich, but we don\u2019t need to use these to fill the gaps in our accounts.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing said, &#8220;I know these items aren\u2019t worth much when exchanged for gold and silver, but this is a small token of my goodwill toward the Northern Army and Chenliu City. The capital\u2019s construction cannot be rushed. Young Master Xiao, you\u2019re kind and don\u2019t want to exploit the people, but the gap still needs to be filled. Please accept it. Otherwise, I won\u2019t feel at ease.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong blinked. Seeing how insistent Mijing was, he finally agreed. &#8220;Alright, but unless absolutely necessary, I won\u2019t use these, especially this crown. It represents the friendship between Yutian and Buddha\u2019s son.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing smiled, and Xiao Rong returned the smile. However, he suddenly said, &#8220;There must be many Yutian trade caravans in the Central Plains. If you take this crown to them, won\u2019t they offer many gifts?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His smile froze. Seeing this, Xiao Rong couldn\u2019t help but laugh ungraciously. &#8220;Don\u2019t worry, Buddha\u2019s Son, I\u2019m just joking.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing let out a breath of relief. However, in the next second, he heard Xiao Rong say, &#8220;How can we ask people for gifts? We should say that we\u2019re asking for investments. First, invite their caravan leaders to Chenliu as guests. Let them see the crown\u2019s worth and build a Yutian Kingdom rest station here. Whether they come for trade or to rest, they should come to Chenliu. If they want to do business with Southern Yong, that\u2019s easy. We\u2019ll send some people to help them with buying and selling. We\u2019re familiar with the Central Plains\u2019 geography and can save them a lot of detours. They don\u2019t need to pay much, just offer us a fair price.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At this, Xiao Rong smiled and asked Mijing, &#8220;What do you think of this plan, Buddha\u2019s Son?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mijing: &#8220;&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I think, Young Master Xiao, it\u2019s a shame you didn\u2019t go into business!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The voice inside his head shouted loudly, but in reality, there wasn\u2019t a single sound. &nbsp; Qu Yunmie&#8217;s turned around to look at the direction where Danran had left, then turned his head back, looking at the remnants of tea and fruit peels on the table. &nbsp; Having finished preparing, he casually asked Xiao Rong, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6644,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[107],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-your-majesty","entry","has-media"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/20240106180053_200_280-1.jpg?fit=199%2C280&ssl=1","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6849","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6849"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6849\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6850,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6849\/revisions\/6850"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6644"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}