{"id":7332,"date":"2025-07-29T08:36:23","date_gmt":"2025-07-29T06:36:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7332"},"modified":"2025-07-29T08:36:23","modified_gmt":"2025-07-29T06:36:23","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-79-2-the-swindler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2025\/07\/29\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-79-2-the-swindler\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 79.2: The Swindler"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

Mijing silently watched him. After a while, he suddenly said, “Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie glanced at him. “With the march imminent, and many years of hatred about to be wiped away, it\u2019s natural to be in high spirits.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing smiled. “I see. I thought it was because Young Master Xiao had said something thoughtful to Your Majesty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

If it were anyone else, hearing Mijing\u2019s guess would likely have made them a little unhappy. Qu Yunmie, lifting his head from the tea, looked at Mijing for a while. Then, his lips curled into a very smug smile. “That\u2019s part of the reason.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing: \u201c…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie continued, “He didn\u2019t say anything considerate. Tonight, he was very disrespectful to me. However, his disrespect isn\u2019t something new. Even when he speaks disrespectfully, I understand the real meaning he\u2019s trying to convey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing quietly looked at him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie stared at Mijing. His once-kind expression gradually shifted, becoming colder.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing: \u201c…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Forget it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He smiled again. “Oh? What do you think Young Master Xiao meant to express?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie gave an ambiguous chuckle: “He\u2019s worried something might happen to me on the battlefield. He doesn\u2019t want me to go to war. Sigh, having such a weak and helpless aide by my side\u2014how can I feel at ease leaving?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing: \u201c…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He looked at Qu Yunmie with a complex expression, feeling like Qu Yunmie had misunderstood something.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Qu Yunmie was lost in his own world and couldn\u2019t extricate himself. When he finally pulled himself out of it, his face changed instantly. He looked at Mijing with heavy eyes and said, “So, I need to ask you, Bodhisattva, for a favor.”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing waited for him to continue.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Xiao Rong asked me to send him letters every day to prove that I\u2019m safe, but he has never said that he would send me letters. I imagine that if something were to happen here in Chenliu, as long as it didn\u2019t harm the root cause, he wouldn\u2019t inform me, so as not to disturb the war in the North. Neither Yu Shaoxie nor Zhang Biezhi, nor even Master Gao, listens to Xiao Rong more than they listen to me. Only you, Bodhisattva, wouldn\u2019t be swayed by him. In a critical moment, you would only do what you believe is right. Am I wrong in saying this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing looked at him and smiled. “Indeed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie then showed a satisfied expression. “Then I will trouble you, Bodhisattva. I am determined to defeat the Xianbei, but if something happens to Xiao Rong, even killing ten Xianbei wouldn\u2019t be enough to repay his life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing listened to Qu Yunmie\u2019s tone and slightly furrowed his brow. “Xiao Rong has never liked you blaming others for his problems. If something happens to him, it might not necessarily be the Xianbei\u2019s fault. If you act recklessly, Xiao Rong might become angry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie raised his eyes, smiling faintly. “If he still cares about me, I\u2019ll listen to him once more, but if he no longer controls me, whether I kill a thousand or ten thousand Xianbei, what difference does it make?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing stared at him, and Qu Yunmie served himself a bowl of tea soup. The freshly brewed tea was scorching, so hot that it didn\u2019t feel warm in his mouth but stung sharply, just like the assumption he made earlier. Even though it was only an assumption, it felt like a bucket of boiling water splashing into his heart, making him instinctively want to escape.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing\u2019s expression was somewhat stunned, and the alertness that suddenly rose in his heart gradually faded with Qu Yunmie\u2019s suddenly quiet demeanor. Compared to Qu Yunmie\u2019s childish remarks, Mijing was more focused on something else.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He carefully observed Qu Yunmie\u2019s appearance at that moment. After a while, he spoke cautiously. “My Lord, Xiao Rong\u2019s health has always been poor, and he\u2019s often vomited blood and fainted. If one day he… leaves us, it wouldn\u2019t be\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie shouted furiously, “Shut up!!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The good mood from earlier completely vanished. Qu Yunmie threw the teacup directly into the grass outside, stood up, and began to angrily scold Mijing. “Of all the people in the royal mansion, Xiao Rong values you the most! If it weren\u2019t for him repeatedly persuading me, I wouldn\u2019t have allowed members of the Buddhist sect to join the Northern Army! You teach the world, show kindness to every living being, but why don\u2019t you show kindness to Xiao Rong? Don\u2019t let me hear you say such things again. I don\u2019t care whether you\u2019re a Bodhisattva or a Buddha, if you provoke me once more, I\u2019ll make sure you have no place to be buried!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie stormed off in anger. Before leaving, he even flipped over the tea pot, leaving nothing for Mijing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The tea pot probably killed four poor little grass shoots, but Mijing stared at the steaming soil, completely unable to care about mourning for those unlucky little grasses.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing was twenty-eight this year, and if we\u2019re talking about experience, Gao Xunzhi couldn\u2019t compare to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even so, Qu Yunmie had still opened his eyes tonight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

…Amitabha!<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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The next morning, Xiao Rong sat drowsily on his bed, his mind filled with what he said and did last night.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The reason he brought two jars of wine was to give him courage and make him not feel embarrassed, so that he could finish dancing the \u201cBreaking the Formation\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the morning, the dancing wasn\u2019t the issue. What he couldn\u2019t accept was that he had also shown a side of himself that was like a chatty woman with endless complaints.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ah!!!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

What a disgrace, what a huge disgrace!!!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He wished he could create a rocket and shoot straight to the moon, but there was no time for his embarrassment now. The army was setting out early in the morning.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Realizing this, Xiao Rong quickly scrambled out of bed and hurriedly prepared himself.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Before rushing out of the room, Xiao Rong suddenly stopped in his tracks. He saw the Chilong Sword, which he didn\u2019t know Qu Yunmie had sent back. It lay quietly on the table. Seeing it, Xiao Rong remembered some things from last night, including how Qu Yunmie looked at him with those dark eyes, making a brief yet deep promise.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He pursed his lips, then quickly walked out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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The army gathered outside the city. At the front was the vanguard of the middle army, Qu Yunmie\u2019s personal soldiers. To the left were Jian Qiao\u2019s troops, and to the right were Gongsun Yuan\u2019s troops.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Behind them were scattered soldiers who had come to meet up. He Tingzhi, wearing armor and riding a tall horse, really looked the part.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Ahead, Zhang Biezhi cleared the way for Xiao Rong. Xiao Rong passed through the sea of people and finally reached the front.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie was speaking with others, but when he caught sight of Xiao Rong, he immediately turned to look at him. Wearing full armor, he looked mighty, with the Snow-Drinking Vengeance Spear slung across his back. The red tassels on the top swayed with the horse\u2019s movement. Although there was a distance of four or five paces between them, Xiao Rong could still see the radiant smile on Qu Yunmie\u2019s face when he appeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the past, whenever they set out for battle, Qu Yunmie would take Gao Xunzhi with him. This time, Xiao Rong had suggested that Chenliu couldn\u2019t lack the Chancellor. Gao Xunzhi, after thinking about it, realized that Qu Yunmie would never listen to him in a battle, so he chose to stay behind to help Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

However, it seemed inappropriate to go without any staff, so two members were hastily chosen to accompany him, and the royal mansion sent Yu Shaoxie along.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yu Shaoxie was calm, while Yu Shaocheng, who had been officially promoted to Qu Yunmie\u2019s Deputy General, smiled so wide that all eight of his teeth showed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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\u2026<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Song Shuo also came to Xiao Rong\u2019s side, pouting. “I also want to go~\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong nodded. “Go ahead, there\u2019s still time. Should I have someone pack your things?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo: \u201c\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

How annoying. Doesn\u2019t he realize I just want to act spoiled?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the midst of the chatter, everything was ready. The two great banners were brought out. When first brought out, the banners were rolled up, but as they were unfurled, a soldier pulled on one corner, and with a sudden tug, the banner was waved fiercely. The loud, fierce sound echoed as the red-edged white banner with the words \u201cNorthern Defense\u201d burned into everyone\u2019s retinas.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

No one spoke anymore. In this solemn and respectful moment, He Tingzhi looked at the faces of the soldiers and common people around him and couldn\u2019t help feeling anxious. He looked toward the second banner, eagerly awaiting the moment it would unfold.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Soon, the second banner unfurled, but it wasn\u2019t embroidered with the character \u201cYong\u201d but with the character \u201cQu.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He Tingzhi: \u201c…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wasn\u2019t it supposed to be in the name of the Yong dynasty?!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong: It\u2019s true, but why be so ostentatious on the way? We can reveal it properly when we reach Shengle.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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\u2026<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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The war drums sounded, and the horn players began to prepare. Once the horn was blown, the army would be leaving.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At this tense and exciting moment, Zhang Biezhi suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs: “May the King return victorious!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

For a moment, no one responded.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He Tingzhi pursed his lips slightly, trying hard not to laugh. Then he suddenly raised his head in astonishment because voices like a tidal wave were coming towards him. This sound didn\u2019t just come from Qu Yunmie\u2019s troops, but also from the citizens of Chenliu who had come to see them off.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>May the King return victorious!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>May the King return victorious!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Some shouted until their voices were hoarse, some cried as they shouted, and others climbed trees, shaking the branches while they yelled.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Two months ago, these people were crying in despair when the Northern Protector King arrived, but now, they sincerely hoped that the Northern King would return victorious and continue to protect them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong turned to look at these excited and fervent citizens. After a moment, he turned back around.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie and he seemed to always be in sync. At the same time, Qu Yunmie turned his complicated gaze and looked back at Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

They were too far apart to say goodbye, but they didn\u2019t need to. The day of their reunion was just ahead.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The horn representing their departure finally sounded, slowly overpowering the citizens\u2019 blessings. The crowd quieted down again, and Qu Yunmie looked ahead, took a deep breath, and shouted with his strongest voice, “All soldiers, listen to my orders\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The sound of armor clashing rang out in perfect unison.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Follow me into battle!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Another round of deafening shouts erupted, and Qu Yunmie was the first to gallop forward, with the others following closely behind. The cavalry led the way, with the infantry running to catch up, moving at a fast pace, resting only when tired, walking to regain their strength before running again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Once Qu Yunmie\u2019s figure disappeared from view, Xiao Rong turned to leave. Zhang Biezhi immediately followed him, but Xiao Rong paused and asked in surprise, “Why did you decide to shout that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Zhang Biezhi scratched his head and replied, “Back in Yanmen County, didn\u2019t Master Xiao tell my brother-in-law to say the same thing? I thought I\u2019d imitate it. Was that wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong chuckled. “You\u2019re not imitating, you\u2019re surpassing the original.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Flattered, Zhang Biezhi grinned, and he continued to follow Xiao Rong. However, Xiao Rong waved his hand, signaling for them not to follow him. The city gates were within sight, and he planned to wander around the city before returning.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Zhang Biezhi disagreed. The city was no longer as safe as before now that the King had left, but just as he was about to follow without regard, Di Fazeng tripped him up. Zhang Biezhi nearly stumbled and fell flat on his face. Angrily, he glared at Di Fazeng, but the latter still looked lifeless.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Di Fazeng signaled Zhang Biezhi to look at Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Zhang Biezhi looked, and while there didn\u2019t seem to be anything different, he suddenly understood Di Fazeng\u2019s intention.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

It was better not to disturb him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Xiao Rong returned to the palace alone. Halfway there, he suddenly remembered the family he and Qu Yunmie had visited. The son-in-law from that family must have also gone to battle today. He wondered how they were doing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

They had been newlyweds but separated so soon. Now, the husband was gone, with no telling when he would return. Xiao Rong had been happy when they got married, but today, he realized that this wasn\u2019t exactly a blissful marriage.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He arrived near the house, and although no one was in the yard, faint cries could be heard coming from the house. There was also a child\u2019s confused and worried voice, \u201cAunt\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong felt sad and then heard the child say, “Aunt, don\u2019t cry, what if you hurt the baby?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong: “…”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A baby already?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

You\u2019re really quick!<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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When he returned to the palace, only one person had left, but Xiao Rong felt the palace was unusually quiet. It wasn\u2019t just his imagination; no one dared speak loudly for fear of disturbing Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even Madam Chen wasn\u2019t making a fuss. She simply cooked a bowl of mutton soup and had Ah Shu deliver it to Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Still, Ah Shu didn\u2019t dare disturb Xiao Rong. Taking advantage of his height, he quietly went to the window and, standing on tiptoe, peered through the gap.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Inside, Xiao Rong was sitting at the table, rubbing his face to stop himself from thinking about those chaotic thoughts. There was no use in worrying, he couldn\u2019t fly over to save anyone.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stood up, preparing to tidy up the room. The first thing he did was to hang the sword back up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

However, after picking it up, he couldn\u2019t help but think about the events of the previous night. The feeling of embarrassment gradually faded as the other main character moved far away. What he thought about now was that this sword might no longer be useful.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

No one except Qu Yunmie could make him lower his status to dance the meaningful \u201cBreaking the Formation Song\u201d again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Thinking this, he slowly drew the sword, admiring the intricate patterns on it. Xiao Rong, just like before, reached out and gently touched it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Then, four small cuts appeared evenly on his four fingers.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong: “…”<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stared at his hand, the blood beginning to drip out rapidly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

From Ah Shu\u2019s perspective, he only saw Xiao Rong\u2019s back and couldn\u2019t tell why Xiao Rong suddenly stopped moving. The next moment, Xiao Rong\u2019s enraged voice almost knocked him over.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Qu\u2014n\u2014Mie!!!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Bastard, you\u2019ll die by my hands sooner or later!!!!!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Mijing silently watched him. After a while, he suddenly said, “Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood today.\u201d Qu Yunmie glanced at him. “With the march imminent, and many years of hatred about to be wiped away, it\u2019s natural to be in high spirits.\u201d Mijing smiled. “I see. I thought it was because […]<\/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_post_was_ever_published":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":""},"categories":[107],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7332","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\/7332","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=7332"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7333,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7332\/revisions\/7333"}],"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=7332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}