{"id":7541,"date":"2025-10-02T08:17:13","date_gmt":"2025-10-02T06:17:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7541"},"modified":"2025-10-02T08:17:13","modified_gmt":"2025-10-02T06:17:13","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-87-2-crazy-people","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2025\/10\/02\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-87-2-crazy-people\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 87.2: Crazy People"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

Xiao Rong introduced Miss Zhang. “This is General Jian\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Zhao Xingzong quickly bowed. “Madam Jian.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Madam Zhang returned the bow.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked at him with interest. “Every time a new play is released, you\u2019re always the first to come see it. Do you really like this play that much?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Zhao Xingzong scratched his head a little awkwardly. “Though the dialogue is a bit modern, the plot really drew me in. Since Mr. Xiao gave everyone the day off today, I hurried over to get in line.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong smiled. “Thanks for the effort.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Zhao Xingzong replied, “Not at all! Today\u2019s performance was so heartwarming\u2014it\u2019ll keep me in high spirits for days.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong chuckled lightly. He was naturally happy that someone liked his work. Seeing the satisfied smile on Zhao Xingzong\u2019s face, Xiao Rong hesitated for a moment, then still gave him a reminder. \u201cIf that\u2019s how you feel, I suggest you don\u2019t watch the next seven acts. Just stop here\u2014it\u2019s for your own good.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Zhao Xingzong: \u201c…\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong walked away after saying that, leaving Zhao Xingzong standing there as if struck by lightning. Now he wouldn’t even have those few days of happiness.<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo glanced at Xiao Rong\u2019s faint smile and said bluntly, “You did that on purpose.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong shrugged. “He made me paranoid for so long, and I wasn\u2019t even happy. Why should he be happier than me?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo: \u201c…\u201d<\/p>\r\n

So petty.<\/p>\r\n

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In the King\u2019s residence, Madam Chen was cooking up a storm, with other kitchen staff helping her. Gao Xunzhi was also busy setting up the front hall. Xiao Rong had said everyone should have a reunion dinner tonight, and Gao Xunzhi was calculating how many chairs they needed to bring out.<\/p>\r\n

Agusheja had also been busy in the kitchen. The Butewu people had their own special dishes too. However, once the guards brought back the items Xiao Rong had purchased, Agusheja dropped the still-flopping fish, wiped her hands, and looked at what had been bought for Danran.<\/p>\r\n

A moment later, she returned to the backyard with the new clothes. Compared to the lively front, it was so quiet here not even birds could be heard. Agusheja pushed open the door\u2014Sang Yan was sitting in the corner, still grinding herbs over and over.<\/p>\r\n

Agusheja walked up to her and showed her the clothes. “Look, Xiao Rong bought this for Danran.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Sang Yan glanced at them and resumed grinding.<\/p>\r\n

Agusheja was silent for a moment, then asked again, “Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival\u2014one of the most important holidays for you people from the Central Plains. If you\u2019re willing to spend it with Danran, she\u2019d be really happy.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Sang Yan\u2019s grinding slowed for a second, then returned to normal. Because she hadn\u2019t spoken in so long, her voice was hoarse. \u201cShe\u2019ll understand one day that she\u2019s truly happy only without me.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Agusheja had expected this. She turned and walked out. The grinding sound gradually faded behind her.<\/p>\r\n

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

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People from the Central Plains did value the Mid-Autumn Festival, but celebrating it as grandly as Xiao Rong did\u2014insisting on everyone gathering for a meal\u2014was rare.<\/p>\r\n

At this time, showing importance for the holiday usually meant rituals: incense burning, paper offerings, reverent tributes. Only the Northern King\u2019s residence was earnestly and enthusiastically eating.<\/p>\r\n

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

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There was no round table large enough for a dozen people. So to fulfill Xiao Rong\u2019s vision, Gao Xunzhi had to cobble together seven or eight tables. He made a mental note to have a proper one built in the future\u2014doing this every year was too much trouble.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong had also said they would admire the moon, so dinner didn\u2019t start until nightfall. They were indulgent this time, lighting lanterns across the entire hall until it was as bright as day. Song Shuo, seated among them, pouted and said, “Now it finally feels like something.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

It still couldn\u2019t compare to the Imperial Palace, but at least it wasn\u2019t the most impoverished royal household anymore.<\/p>\r\n

Everyone gradually took their seats. The monk greeted the crowd and sat down at his table, where only vegetarian dishes were served. Gao Xunzhi, who no longer liked meat with age, sat beside him.<\/p>\r\n

Madam Chen hadn\u2019t seen such a lively scene in years. She was the happiest one there today. She even wanted to drink wine. Xiao Yi tried to stop her, but Xiao Rong didn\u2019t allow it. A little was fine, and it only happened once or twice a year.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong smiled as he looked at everyone. He had never experienced such a scene either, but he thought he could get used to it.<\/p>\r\n

During the meal, Zhang Biezhi was once again arguing with Di Fazeng. No one could hear what they were arguing about. Danran couldn\u2019t reach a dish, so Ah Shu quickly got up to help her. When Danran saw how tall Ah Shu was, she asked his age. Afterward, she suddenly felt confident about her own height.<\/p>\r\n

If people from the Central Plains could grow that tall, then she definitely could too!<\/p>\r\n

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

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Xiao Yi and Madam Chen looked after each other. He gave her chicken legs, she gave him ginger slices. Song Shuo got a bit emotional from drinking and stood to recite a poem, but no one paid him any attention. The only young married woman at the table was Madam Zhang. She didn\u2019t feel out of place, but there weren\u2019t many she could talk to, so it felt a bit lonely.<\/p>\r\n

She knew Danran\u2019s mother had a status similar to hers, but after being married to Jian Qiao for so many years, she had only seen Sang Yan twice and never exchanged a single word. She didn\u2019t expect Sang Yan to break her silence today.<\/p>\r\n

Besides, drinking quietly like this was nice too. This was the first time she had truly felt the joy of a holiday after her husband went off to war.<\/p>\r\n

Her seat faced away from the main door. She turned to see if the moon had risen\u2014but the sky was overcast, like it was about to rain. No stars, let alone the moon.<\/p>\r\n

As she turned, she caught a glimpse of Xiao Rong also looking at the sky. She smiled at him.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong noticed and smiled back, but the next moment, Madam Zhang\u2019s pupils suddenly contracted.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong paused, sensing something wrong. He touched his lips and felt something wet. Before he could look, a burning pain surged through his entire body. He collapsed from his chair, knocking over his wine jug and dishes. The loud crash startled everyone\u2014they turned toward the sound, and saw Xiao Rong sprawled on the ground, vomiting blood.<\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi stood up in shock. “A\u2019Rong!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

In mere moments, Xiao Rong\u2019s hair was soaked with sweat. Thick blood stained his clothes and the floor. He couldn\u2019t stop\u2014it felt like he was dying.<\/p>\r\n

His whole abdomen was in pain. People shouted his name\u2014desperate and terrified\u2014but he couldn\u2019t respond. Fear gripped every part of him. He was afraid. So afraid. Afraid he really was dying.<\/p>\r\n

He didn\u2019t know how long had passed\u2014maybe a moment, maybe a stick of incense\u2019s time\u2014but he blacked out completely. If he had died then, he might not even have realized it was the end of his life.<\/p>\r\n

When he opened his eyes again, he was in Gao Xunzhi\u2019s arms, surrounded by terrified faces. Zhang Biezhi, Xiao Yi, and Ah Shu were sobbing. Song Shuo and the monk looked pale, speechless.<\/p>\r\n

Agusheja was gone but quickly returned, carrying a whole Salt Maiden Ginseng root. Behind her was Sang Yan, who never left her room. She was carrying Agusheja\u2019s medicine box, staring at Xiao Rong with terror.<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong opened his eyes. Everyone froze, too scared to speak. He blinked and murmured, “I need to find him.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The words were light as a feather, but Gao Xunzhi nearly collapsed. He feared this was just Xiao Rong\u2019s final clarity before death\u2014a dying man\u2019s last words. He steadied himself and tried to reassure him, not realizing his own voice was trembling. “L-let Agusheja treat you first. Take the medicine. Then\u2014\u201d<\/p>\r\n

But Xiao Rong didn\u2019t seem to hear him. He suddenly sat up and tried to stand. The floor was slippery with blood, and he nearly fell again. Zhang Biezhi rushed to catch him.<\/p>\r\n

Everyone snapped out of their daze. They all tried to persuade him to sit and be examined, but Xiao Rong grew furious. He shoved everyone away and shouted sharply, “Don\u2019t touch me!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

\u201cI have to find him\u2014I have to find him!!!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Everyone went silent.<\/p>\r\n

Zhang Biezhi had always said Xiao Rong had a temper, that he was fierce, but no one took it seriously. They knew he wasn\u2019t truly hostile. Yet now he looked like a wounded beast, eyes full of hatred as if everyone there was in his way\u2014like he wished them all dead.<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo had never seen Xiao Rong like this. He stared in shock. Then Gao Xunzhi\u2019s voice broke the silence. \u201cFine! Fine, I\u2019ll take you to him. A\u2019Rong, listen\u2014let Agusheja treat you first, then we\u2019ll go!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong turned to him. Gao Xunzhi held his breath. A moment later, Xiao Rong released his grip on the table and collapsed to the ground, finally quiet.<\/p>\r\n

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

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While Agusheja treated him, Gao Xunzhi didn\u2019t stay\u2014he rushed back to his room, grabbed a few clothes, and his weapons. Ah Shu went with him, wiping tears as he packed for Xiao Rong. He made sure to bring everything, including the Chiron Sword that had become a true weapon.<\/p>\r\n

As they returned, carrying bundles, Song Shuo stood in the doorway, blocking them in disbelief. “You\u2019re really letting him go to Shengle like this?!<\/p>\r\n

\u201cThis is madness\u2014aren\u2019t you afraid he\u2019ll die on the road?!\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi said nothing. Ah Shu, tears still falling, choked out, “Our Lord doesn\u2019t want to die.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo froze.<\/p>\r\n

Ah Shu wiped his face again. “He never wanted to die. He\u2019s not going to die\u2014he\u2019s going to find the King. We\u2026 we can\u2019t stop him.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo was shaken. This night felt like the most surreal of his life. Everyone in the residence was normally rational\u2014but now, they were all insane.<\/p>\r\n

Including himself. He was crazy too.<\/p>\r\n

Because he stepped aside and let them pass.<\/p>\r\n

Besides Gao Xunzhi and Xiao Rong, Zhang Biezhi and Agusheja also went along\u2014at Xiao Rong\u2019s request. He seemed to have calmed down, making arrangements step by step. Di Fazeng and the guards would protect the residence. In emergencies, they could call the army to defend Chenliu. After Xiao Rong left, Song Shuo would serve as the acting Governor, with the monk assisting. Their only mission: hold the city.<\/p>\r\n

By the time Song Shuo learned all this, they were already about to leave\u2014he didn\u2019t even have the chance to question Xiao Rong.<\/p>\r\n

Suddenly, the clouds parted. Cold moonlight poured down, illuminating the figures about to depart. Song Shuo couldn\u2019t understand. Xiao Rong left so resolutely, without even a glance back at the city he\u2019d built. He just handed it over. Wasn\u2019t he afraid Song Shuo might betray him?<\/p>\r\n

The sound of hooves faded into the distance. The night fell silent again.<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo murmured at the road ahead, “A bunch of lunatics.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

The next moment, he clenched his fists, overwhelmed, and turned to the monk he least liked. “What do I do?\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Mijing also stared ahead. He answered softly, “Don\u2019t let down the ones who trust you.\u201d<\/p>\r\n

Song Shuo furrowed his brow at the empty street. After a long pause, he turned and walked back into the King\u2019s residence.<\/p>\r\n

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