{"id":7566,"date":"2025-10-09T08:47:46","date_gmt":"2025-10-09T06:47:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7566"},"modified":"2025-10-09T08:47:46","modified_gmt":"2025-10-09T06:47:46","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-88-2-refugees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2025\/10\/09\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-88-2-refugees\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 88.2 – Refugees"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

At this moment, Gongsun Yuan didn\u2019t dare to speak. Yuan Baifu and Wang Xinyong also lowered their heads deeply and didn\u2019t dare to make a sound. Jian Qiao had no choice but to answer for them. “Y-Yes\u2026 it was General Qu\u2019s remains.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi\u2019s head buzzed. Seeing this group of people stammering and hesitant, his fury rose even more. “Continue talking!!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Qu Yue had been dead for over twenty years. His body had long turned into scattered white bones. The Xianbei had dug him up and strung every piece of bone together with iron chains. Some parts were broken, because they didn\u2019t string them properly, which caused the bones to crack.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After stringing the skeleton into a corpse that wouldn\u2019t fall apart, the Xianbei took out the spoils of war from back then\u2014armor from the Northern Garrison\u2014and dressed Qu Yue\u2019s remains properly before placing them into a box. Then they sent it over on an old riderless horse. One could imagine how furious Qu Yunmie must have been after realizing whose skeleton it was.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At that moment, the Xianbei even climbed the watchtower and laughed loudly in Central Plains dialect at the Northern Army troops below. They said they meant well, and just wanted to reunite Qu Yunmie with his father. After all, he didn\u2019t even remember what his father looked like. Oh right, they also had Qu Yunmie\u2019s mother over there, but her clothes were hard to find. It seemed they needed to kill a few Butewu women in order to find her something suitable to wear.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Zhang Biezhi almost couldn\u2019t believe his ears. “Are they insane?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Were they begging for a beating?!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi paced back and forth in fury. “What a vicious plan\u2014such an obvious trap, just to lure the King out. Why didn\u2019t you stop him?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wang Xinyong said, “Chancellor, please calm down. When we heard the Xianbei insult General Qu and his late wife, the whole army was furious. At that point, there was no way not to fight!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu nodded. “The King led the charge. Who would\u2019ve thought those people were so despicable\u2014they even hung Chieftain Lady Qu bones from the watchtower. The King flew into a killing rage and gradually\u2026 broke away from the formation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao looked unshaven and seemed not to have slept in days. “The Xianbei had secretly arranged a divine archer. I\u2019ve seen that person before\u2014he was Rouran\u2019s greatest warrior. It was he who shot the hidden arrow from the shadows. The arrow was also poisoned.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Agusheja suddenly stood up, shocked, and stared at Jian Qiao. Seeing her expression, Jian Qiao quickly explained, “The physician said the King has already passed the most dangerous stage. Although the poison was deadly, it didn\u2019t harm his vital meridians. The King has an extremely strong will to live. We also gave him Salted Ginseng. As long as he wakes up, he\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi felt like he would die of rage. “What do you mean as long as he wakes up he\u2019ll be fine\u2014are you saying he might not wake up?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu straightened up, wanting to comfort him. “The King is a blessed man. Heaven will protect him\u2014he will wake up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At that moment, Xiao Rong, who had remained unresponsive the whole time, suddenly spoke, “Qu Yunmie isn\u2019t exactly a blessed man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu didn\u2019t expect him to say that and looked surprised. Then Xiao Rong added, “but he\u2019ll wake up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi looked at Xiao Rong, then nodded. “Yes, he\u2019ll wake up. A\u2019Rong\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong ignored him and instead looked at the four men on the ground. “Why didn\u2019t anyone tell me about this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He had traveled quickly along the courier posts. If a message had been sent, he would\u2019ve seen it long ago.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hearing this question, Jian Qiao pressed his lips tightly together and didn\u2019t explain a single word to Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu, noticing Xiao Rong\u2019s tone, as if speaking to subordinates, couldn\u2019t help frowning slightly before finally saying, “Two days ago, the King hadn\u2019t yet passed the critical stage. We feared complications, so we blocked the news.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong wanted to ask, \u2018Then what about today?\u2019 but Gao Xunzhi suddenly asked, “Blocked? How could the news of the King\u2019s serious injury be blocked?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu lowered his head. “We couldn\u2019t block it here, but we could hold it back inside the Pass. If we can keep it hidden for even one day, that\u2019s one more day we don\u2019t have to face disasters on both fronts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao was practically dying of anxiety. That wasn\u2019t his intention at all! He had his own reasons for not sending the message!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even so, he couldn\u2019t say them in front of so many people. Now that Xiao Rong had heard Yuan Baifu\u2019s explanation, it seemed he had already assumed Jian Qiao and Yuan Baifu shared the same idea.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

I\u2019ve been wronged!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie was injured\u2014nearly killed. The army was far more unstable than Gao Xunzhi had imagined. He no longer had time to check on Qu Yunmie. He needed to figure out exactly what had happened in the past three days. Xiao Rong, however, lost interest in staying any longer. He asked, “Where is Qu Yunmie?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This was the second time he had called Qu Yunmie by name in front of everyone. Yet Gao Xunzhi and Agusheja didn\u2019t seem to find anything wrong with it. Neither did the others. Yuan Baifu looked around and saw that only Wang Xinyong appeared just as surprised as he was.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao had already stood up. He said in a low voice, “This way. I\u2019ll take you to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Agusheja took a few steps forward. “I\u2019ll go too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After the two of them left, the tent fell silent for a while. Yuan Baifu had intended to ask Gao Xunzhi something, but Gao Xunzhi spoke first. \u201cThose two skeletons\u2026 were they really Qu Yue and his wife?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu pressed his lips together, then nodded heavily.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Entering Qu Yunmie\u2019s main tent, Xiao Rong first smelled the scent of charcoal\u2014along with the thick smell of medicine.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The tent was sealed tightly. The hot air inside was filled with both odors, making Xiao Rong feel stifled in his chest.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie lay on the bed inside. He had been gravely injured, had hovered on the brink of death multiple times, yet at this moment, he somehow still looked alright.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The arrow had struck him right in the clavicle\u2014the gap between pieces of armor. It was said that after being shot, Qu Yunmie immediately pulled the arrow out of his own flesh. The barbed tip tore him apart, causing excruciating pain, but he still did it decisively because he realized something was wrong with the arrow. It wasn\u2019t his first arrow wound, but it was the first time it burned like fire.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When Jian Qiao spoke of it, he was full of relief. Luckily, the King had acted decisively. It was because not much poison remained in his body he had been able to survive.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yet even that small amount of poison had nearly killed Qu Yunmie\u2014showing just how determined the Xianbei had been to kill him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Agusheja had already checked his injuries. She shook her head slightly. “His pulse is still unstable. I brought another piece of Salted Ginseng. I\u2019ll decoct it and have him drink it later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao was stunned for a moment, then gave a vague \u201coh,\u201d but secretly thought\u2014\u2019When did Agusheja know how to check pulses? Didn\u2019t she diagnose people by feeling bones and rolling their eyes?\u2019<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After putting away her medicine box, Agusheja turned around. Seeing Xiao Rong still standing at a distance and not approaching, she bit her lip. Unsure what to say, she mumbled, “I\u2019ll go make the medicine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong glanced at her and nodded slightly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Agusheja left, and the tent quieted down. Jian Qiao didn\u2019t dare speak for a while. He was trying to think of a way to explain things that might lessen Xiao Rong\u2019s anger. He also secretly watched him out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge his mood. However, in doing so, Jian Qiao suddenly noticed something.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stared at Xiao Rong in a daze. “Mr. Xiao, your face\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Why did it look worse than the unconscious, critically injured king?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Finally, the connection clicked in his mind. Jian Qiao remembered something else. “There was no military dispatch sent out\u2014so why did you suddenly come here, Mr. Xiao? Don\u2019t tell me something happened in Chenliu?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong didn\u2019t answer. He stared at the sleeping Qu Yunmie and asked, “Has he been unconscious like this the whole time?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao shook his head. “He stopped waking yesterday at dawn. The poison hit hard. The King has suffered greatly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said: “I see. That\u2019s good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

It had only been a short time, yet Mr. Xiao had become even more terrifying.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao figured he might as well stop trying to explain and just tell the truth. Judging by how Xiao Rong looked now, he probably wouldn\u2019t even remember to hold it against him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

So he spilled everything like pouring beans from a bamboo tube. \u201cWhen the King was first shot, he was still conscious. He told me I absolutely couldn\u2019t tell you. He said if he recovered, he\u2019d tell you himself. If not, then I should temporarily take command of the Northern Army, consolidate the hundreds of thousands of troops, and bring everyone back to Chenliu. From then on, we\u2019d all follow your orders, Mr. Xiao.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong finally lifted his eyelids and gave Jian Qiao a proper look. His reaction was nothing like what Jian Qiao expected. \u201cHand it to me. So what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao replied, \u201cS-So\u2026 I didn\u2019t send out a secret letter. No one else could know this. I also feared that someone might sabotage it. If they found out the King\u2019s dying wish was to give power to you\u2014and used that to take action against you after you left Chenliu\u2014then I\u2019d never be able to face the King again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong stared at Jian Qiao, making his heart pound. After a while, Xiao Rong suddenly smiled. He had always looked stunning when he smiled, enough to daze even monks. Jian Qiao was no exception. His heart skipped a beat, and when he came to, he saw Xiao Rong looking at him coldly, saying, “Leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Mr. Xiao was so strange. He\u2019d go ask Zhang Biezhi about it later.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Now that there was no one else around, Xiao Rong watched the tent flap fall after Jian Qiao left. After a moment, he looked toward Qu Yunmie lying on the bed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He slowly walked over and sat beside him. Staring at the cold, sharp lines of Qu Yunmie\u2019s face, he looked like he might strangle him the next second.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He didn\u2019t. He simply leaned back, crossed his arms tightly over his chest, and lowered his eyes to hide the redness in them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Xiao Rong could sense Qu Yunmie\u2019s condition through his own body, so he also vaguely felt that Qu Yunmie would wake up within two days.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

During these two days, he acted like a hands-off supervisor. He ignored everything outside and just sat in the tent watching Qu Yunmie. Honestly, this version of Xiao Rong was much better than the one constantly on the road. At least he ate the meals Zhang Biezhi brought him, and when tired, he\u2019d lie beside Qu Yunmie and nap. Gao Xunzhi thought this Xiao Rong was like a well-behaved child. He wouldn\u2019t disturb him\u2014better to let him stay like that.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Two days later, Xiao Rong was sitting on the bed, dozing off. As if sensing something, he suddenly looked up, and Qu Yunmie, who had shown no signs of life for days, slowly opened his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He didn\u2019t move a finger. He didn\u2019t whisper a word. He just opened his eyes calmly\u2014without a hint of confusion.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked at him. He looked back at Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Both their complexions were equally terrible\u2014good enough to play refugees without makeup. Normally, Xiao Rong wouldn\u2019t let anyone see him this disheveled, but he didn\u2019t care anymore.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A silent stare. A silent entanglement. No one knew how much time passed. Eventually, Xiao Rong lowered his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stood up, intending to leave the tent where he had stayed for two days.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Just as he was about to walk away, his hand hanging by his side was suddenly grabbed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie\u2019s hand, once healthy like a vice grip, was now weak and trembling. Yet Xiao Rong could feel how hard he was trying\u2014so hard his wrist was shaking.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After being gravely ill and silent for days, Qu Yunmie\u2019s voice sounded awful.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>I\u2019ve already come back from the gates of hell\u2026 so don\u2019t hate me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong seemed frozen in place. Qu Yunmie\u2019s words clearly struck a chord, but in the next moment, Xiao Rong twisted his wrist and easily broke free of Qu Yunmie\u2019s grip.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Then he strode away\u2014without looking back even once.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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