{"id":7644,"date":"2025-11-13T08:47:24","date_gmt":"2025-11-13T07:47:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7644"},"modified":"2025-11-13T08:47:24","modified_gmt":"2025-11-13T07:47:24","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-92-1-bad-manners","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2025\/11\/13\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-92-1-bad-manners\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 92.1: Bad Manners"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

Only those who were unaware would go to the royal tent at that time. Those who truly knew the situation waited anxiously for several hours, only sneaking a peek inside in the afternoon\u2014when people were at their laziest and least likely to make a commotion.<\/span>
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Carrying the burden entrusted to him by others, Gao Xunzhi took on the role of a mine-sweeper. He quietly lifted the tent flap and carefully scanned the interior. He saw that the rough, plain tent of the King now had a long table exuding refinement and elegance in every detail. Gao Xunzhi paused silently for a moment, then continued looking ahead.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This glance made him stop slightly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie was lying on the bed, fast asleep. His head was tilted to the left, and Xiao Rong was sitting on that side, legs crossed on the bed. He held a sheet of paper and was reading it word by word. When he came across something he thought was problematic, he furrowed his brows, then reached out for the writing brush placed to the side. He hesitated for a long time without writing anything, and the tip of the brush, unwilling to stay idle, let out a drop of ink. It fell precisely on the paper, quickly spreading and covering several characters.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong froze immediately.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

As Xiao Rong tried to wipe away the ink with his thumb, Gao Xunzhi gave a light cough and strolled in.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked up at once. Seeing that it was Gao Xunzhi, he reflexively turned to look at Qu Yunmie, but Qu Yunmie was truly exhausted. He hadn\u2019t closed his eyes for almost a whole day and night. At that moment, he was sleeping like the dead.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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A moment later, Xiao Rong followed Gao Xunzhi out of the tent. Once outside, he ordered the guards to find someone\u2014whether it was Jian Qiao, Yu Shaocheng, or Dongfang Jin. Someone needed to stay and keep watch over Qu Yunmie while he was away.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi had no choice but to silently wait with him. Shortly after, Yu Shaocheng, who had nothing to do, was called over. Smiling at the two of them, he lifted the tent flap and entered.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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<\/span> Gao Xunzhi\u2019s place had the same specifications as Xiao Rong\u2019s. Having stayed in Qu Yunmie\u2019s tent for a while, entering this small military tent again made Xiao Rong feel somewhat cramped. He sat by the clay stove in the center, pulled a blanket over his legs, and said, “I only went to the bed because I was tired of sitting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi blinked, realizing Xiao Rong was explaining why he had been sitting beside Qu Yunmie. Gao Xunzhi couldn\u2019t help but smile. “Ah Rong, you can sit wherever you like. No one would say anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong pressed his lips together and said nothing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi paused, then dropped the subject. He brought up Xiao Rong having called Yu Shaocheng over. “These past few days I\u2019ve adjusted the stationed troops. Now, the central army is securely protecting the royal tent. Not even a fly will get in. Ah Rong, you don\u2019t need to worry anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong gave a quiet, \u201cMm. I know. I\u2019m not worried about someone assassinating the King. It\u2019s just\u2014\u2018a gentleman does not stand under a crumbling wall.\u2019 I\u2019m not specifically guarding against anyone. It\u2019s just precaution.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi nodded. “You’re meticulous, as always.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked at him but didn\u2019t want to keep up the empty talk. He still wanted to go back and stay by Qu Yunmie\u2019s side.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Did the Chancellor come to me for something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hearing this, Gao Xunzhi gave an awkward smile. “I just wanted to ask… you and the King\u2026. Have you reconciled?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong opened his mouth. His first instinct was to say there hadn\u2019t been any falling out between him and Qu Yunmie. Then thinking about what had happened before\u2014and about the noises outside the tent last night\u2014Xiao Rong paused, then quietly said, \u201cMm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

There were many types of reconciliation. Some meant truly letting go of past grievances. Some just glossed things over with a smile. Some were merely for the sake of moving on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong wasn\u2019t sure which kind this was, but he had done everything he should have, and Qu Yunmie had given an answer. Not a satisfying one, but still acceptable. Whatever he said, Xiao Rong no longer believed it. From now on, he only cared about what he did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong knew Gao Xunzhi hoped they would completely make peace, and put everything behind them, but Xiao Rong didn\u2019t want to lie or force himself. He remained silent again, then suddenly said, “The King\u2019s condition has stabilized. There are generals in the army to help make decisions. I don\u2019t plan to leave, but in Chenliu, only Song Shuo and the Monk are holding the fort. I really can\u2019t feel at ease. I handed over the position of prefect of Chenliu to Song Shuo out of urgency and impulse back then. He\u2019s young and lacks experience in governing a city. Rest another day, Chancellor, and then head back. If anything happens in Chenliu, it should be you overseeing the situation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He paused, then added, “Take Zhang Biezhi with you. I originally had him accompany me to protect us, and he endured all the hardships along the way. Now that I\u2019m staying with the King, I no longer need him as my guard. Besides, he\u2019s even younger than Song Shuo. Keeping him here does him no good. The situation ahead may change daily. I can\u2019t keep an eye on everyone. Zhang Biezhi said he wants to become an official and not a general anymore. I don\u2019t want this incident to shake his resolve.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After hearing this, Gao Xunzhi gave a soft laugh.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He sighed with a smile. “Ah Rong, do you still remember that you’re even younger than Song Shuo?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong was taken aback. He understood what Gao Xunzhi meant, but still chose to joke around.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He shrugged and smiled, “But I feel like I\u2019m twenty years older than him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi didn\u2019t respond to that. He lowered his eyes and said, “At times like these, I always realize how powerless I am. I\u2019ve worked all my life, but in the end, I still have to watch you youngsters make the same mistakes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong didn\u2019t know what to say. Eventually, he just softly replied, “I\u2019m not a child anymore.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi said nothing to that. In the eyes of someone his age, Xiao Rong would always be a child.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He looked at the top of Xiao Rong\u2019s head. From the first time he had seen him, Xiao Rong had worn an adult\u2019s crown. In these troubled times, the standards for adulthood had become more relaxed. Once a man officially joined the army, even if he wasn\u2019t yet twenty, he could wear the crown.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi wouldn\u2019t think too much about others, but when he looked at Xiao Rong, he suddenly felt the world had been deeply unfair to him. It should have been a time of fine clothes, galloping horses, laughter and joy. Yet he was always on the road, running from one place to another, never catching a breath.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi was briefly lost in thought, suppressing the emotions that suddenly rose in his chest. He asked, “Ah Rong, when is your birthday?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Such a simple question, yet Xiao Rong was completely stunned when he heard it. Slowly, he pressed his lips together.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He didn\u2019t want to say.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi understood and inevitably felt a little disappointed, but he had always been considerate. Smiling, he apologized. “Look at me, why would I bring that up? You\u2019re right. I should go back and check. As for Zhang Biezhi, he probably won\u2019t be willing, but with orders from you and Jian Qiao, he\u2019ll follow me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said, “Also take Clan Chief Agusheja\u2019s. Though Danran and Lady Sang can care for themselves, she probably won\u2019t be at ease. Also Brother Yu. Things might get dangerous ahead. You might as well take him too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi gave him a surprised look and then burst out laughing. “Ah Rong, what makes you think I can persuade Yu Shaoxie? You already said it\u2019s dangerous, and both his brothers are here. How could I possibly force him to leave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong frowned. “I\u2019m not his brother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Gao Xunzhi chuckled. “I didn\u2019t say the other one was you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Fine. If he couldn\u2019t take him, then so be it. The main goal was to send Gao Xunzhi away. As for Yu Shaoxie\u2026 it was probably okay to let him stay.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Xiao Rong wanted them to rest one more day, but Gao Xunzhi was more anxious. With Xiao Rong holding down the fort in the army, he had nothing to worry about. Chenliu had already been under Song Shuo\u2019s control for several days. Gao Xunzhi feared he had already offended everyone he could, so he decided to leave that night.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong handed him letters he had written\u2014one to Song Shuo, one to the Monk. Behind Gao Xunzhi stood a sulking Zhang Biezhi. Agusheja didn\u2019t go back, she was in the injured soldiers\u2019 camp. She had been a military doctor for years. Though she had hoped for a break this time, since she was here, she returned to her old job.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mr. Gao was leaving. Jian Qiao and the others came to send him off. Qu Yunmie wanted to go to send him off as well, but Xiao Rong didn\u2019t allow it. He had to lie in bed, staring wide-eyed at Wang Xinyong, who had been sent to watch over him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Since Mr. Xiao arrived at the camp, his importance had skyrocketed, but honestly, he still missed the days when no one paid attention to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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At dusk, over the withered prairie, beneath a sky dyed with dark blue and orange, Xiao Rong stood at the edge of the camp and watched the two of them ride away. The vast wilderness made the farewell feel endlessly long. Only after a long while, when he could no longer see the two tiny horses, did he lower his head and fall silent.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao had been standing beside him the whole time. Seeing this, he tried to comfort him. “Mr. Xiao\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Just then, Xiao Rong suddenly perked up and raised his head. He turned around and looked at everyone\u2019s expressions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao looked worried, while Yu Shaoxie was calm. Yu Shaocheng looked slightly impatient, Yuan Baifu was pensive and Gongsun Yuan had already turned and left.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

What a swift exit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

No matter. Facing the ones who remained, Xiao Rong smiled slightly, his eyes once again full of energy.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He said to them, “Alright, time to get to work. First, take me to see those traitors.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Jian Qiao immediately responded. Yuan Baifu frowned and said, “They\u2019re not traitors. The real villains are their relatives.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong had already taken a step, but hearing that, he turned around and looked Yuan Baifu in the eye. “Until they\u2019ve been cleared of suspicion, I\u2019ll treat them as traitors.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu couldn\u2019t accept Xiao Rong\u2019s stance, but looking around, he realized he was the only one who couldn\u2019t accept it. The others seemed to think there was nothing wrong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Jian Qiao led Xiao Rong to the area near the prison tent. Once they were out of sight from outsiders, he lowered his voice and said, “Before you reminded me, I hadn\u2019t realized how annoying Yuan Baifu really is. He can persuade the King, but I can\u2019t. He still thinks the King is the same as before, always giving him moral lectures, but the King has changed. Even the King thinks he\u2019s nagging now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In the end, Jian Qiao couldn\u2019t help but show a bit of pride. Xiao Rong looked at him and suddenly thought he resembled a maid from a palace drama\u2014one who flattered the favored concubine, saying, <\/span>\u2018My lady is the Emperor\u2019s favorite, that seductive fox won\u2019t last long.\u2019<\/span><\/i><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong imagined himself in the concubine\u2019s role. The problem was, in those dramas, concubines with such maids usually didn\u2019t survive to the end.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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