{"id":7775,"date":"2026-01-27T09:37:26","date_gmt":"2026-01-27T08:37:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7775"},"modified":"2026-01-27T09:37:26","modified_gmt":"2026-01-27T08:37:26","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-99-2-vulnerability","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2026\/01\/27\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-99-2-vulnerability\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 99.2 – Vulnerability"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

Qu Yunmie\u2019s original plan was to fight a brutal battle for a day, then rush to Shengle\u2019s north gate, climb the walls, and kill everyone in sight.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Never mind the sheer distance between the southern and northern gates of the Xianbei stronghold\u2014Qu Yunmie\u2019s god-complex hadn\u2019t changed at all. He believed that if he could keep fighting after a brutal day, then so could his soldiers.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

People always said overconfident troops lost easily, but tired troops were worse than cocky ones. Military manuals taught commanders how to exhaust enemy forces\u2014yet Qu Yunmie wanted to lead his own tired soldiers into battle.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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So it was impossible to execute that plan in one day. Absolutely impossible.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The whole operation would take at least seven days. During that time, multiple generals needed to work together to control the rhythm. They had to win against the Xianbei without letting the enemy know they were winning easily. They needed to create an illusion\u2014that the Xianbei still had a chance.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This was to draw out more enemy troops. Shengle still had tens of thousands of elite warriors from the Murong clan. Though the Murong clan had rotted from within after nearly a century of power, their ability to fight remained.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

It was tragic. Yong Dynasty nobles were corrupt and cowardly\u2014even someone like Xiao Rong could stab three to death in one go. Murong nobles, though equally corrupt, could still fight. Even fat, middle-aged men could still charge into battle on horseback.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

That should\u2019ve been a source of national pride, but countless examples had shown fighting ability alone wasn\u2019t enough. Unity and wisdom mattered more.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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On the first day of battle, the reinforcements meant to support Qu Yunmie were to set off. If all went well, they would reach Qingluan Ridge in three days.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

There were no covers along the way, but the ridge offered ravines and valleys where they could hide.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Still, it wouldn\u2019t be easy. To stay undetected, they couldn\u2019t cook or make noise. The entire army would have to crouch in the bushes or dense forest\u2014living with snakes, bugs, rats, and ants.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Truly miserable\u2026. It was late autumn\u2014no hibernation yet. Every creature was bulking up. Even the foxes had become aggressive. The mosquitoes\u2014those descendants of the Cretaceous\u2014were vicious and once bitten, they had to endure it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Bitten by day, frozen by night\u2014it was a group mission. Without strong resolve, a single coward could ruin the entire operation. Their leading generals had to be strong enough to hold the line.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie said he only needed 3,000 men. Xiao Rong wanted to send 30,000, but that was too many\u2014no valley could hide so many.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

So after several rounds of negotiation, they settled on 14,000.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A very specific number\u2014the result of haggling.<\/span>
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As for who would lead them: Wang Xinyong and Yu Shaocheng.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The former was Xiao Rong\u2019s suggestion. The latter was Qu Yunmie\u2019s.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The reasoning was simple. Wang Xinyong was extremely steady. That\u2019s how he made it into the F4 despite being a surrendered general. Even after years at the bottom of the F4, he had no complaints. He remained unmoved, no matter the winds. The perfect temperament for crouching in the wilderness.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Also, Xiao Rong wanted to promote him. After so many years of silent effort, all the credit had gone to the other three. It was unfair. In the official history, Wang Xinyong had followed Qu Yunmie to the bitter end. Even when captured, he never defected again\u2014so, of course, he was executed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wang Xinyong was the oldest among the F4, already thirty-two. Before, when he met Qu Yunmie, he was also one of Southern Yong\u2019s rising stars, but the rising star lost to the sun. He was defeated and disheartened, becoming Qu Yunmie\u2019s captive. Qu Yunmie, seeing that he had talent, gave him a break, spared him from being treated as a prisoner, and kept him by his side.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Although Qu Yunmie often ignored Wang Xinyong and had even said he disliked him, throughout Qu Yunmie\u2019s life, Wang Xinyong was the only prisoner he ever spared\u2014not before, not after.<\/span>
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<\/span> Jian Qiao was deeply struck.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He had thought that among the four of them, he was closest to Xiao Rong. Could it be that it was all just wishful thinking on his part? All their shared experiences\u2014from Pingyang City to Yanmen County, and then from Yanmen to Chenliu\u2014had all been for nothing?!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yu Shaocheng glanced at Jian Qiao\u2019s depressed expression and silently moved a little farther away.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even though it was Wang Xinyong and Yu Shaocheng who were going to lead the assault on the north gate, that didn\u2019t mean the others had nothing to do. The seven grueling days of battle beforehand required others to hold the front. Still, it was clear to all where the credit for the key victory would lie\u2014everyone wanted to go to the north gate.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Well… not everyone. Gongsun Yuan didn\u2019t really care.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

As for Yuan Baifu, he lowered his gaze and said nothing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong couldn\u2019t help but glance at him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

These two names\u2014Wang Xinyong and Yu Shaocheng\u2014had been decided by Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie in private. They had debated for a long time. Xiao Rong was unhappy with Qu Yunmie\u2019s choice, and Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t like Xiao Rong\u2019s suggestion either. Qu Yunmie\u2019s reason was simple: Wang Xinyong was steady, yes, but a sneak attack required not steadiness\u2014it required speed, precision, and ruthlessness. If Wang Xinyong hesitated even a little, the entire plan could collapse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong\u2019s reason for objecting was even simpler. \u201cYou kangaroo-brained fool, do you even know what it means to manage your subordinates well?! Yu Shaocheng is so young, he\u2019s not even a main general! He can\u2019t command respect. If you place him in such a critical position, then just wait for the others to grow resentful!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Still, Qu Yunmie was righteously adamant. In military matters, personal feelings and rank meant nothing\u2014only capability mattered. He had high hopes for Yu Shaocheng because he was strong, energetic, and had a commanding aura when handling serious matters. Most importantly, he was bold and knew how to seize opportunities. Xiao Rong wanted someone who could coordinate well with others, and in Qu Yunmie\u2019s eyes, Yu Shaocheng was the perfect fit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Xiao Rong was so mad he nearly fainted. Qu Yunmie sounded reasonable, but he was just twisting the argument. He hadn\u2019t addressed the core issue at all, which was that Yu Shaocheng\u2019s rank was too low.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Since it was Qu Yunmie choosing his own partner, Xiao Rong ultimately had no say, and Qu Yunmie was the intuitive type of general. Those he picked often turned out to be very compatible with him later on, even if he couldn\u2019t explain why.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Compared to others being upset, Qu Yunmie\u2019s safety was far more important. Xiao Rong didn\u2019t want poor partner choices to put him at risk.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

So he eventually agreed, but with one condition: Wang Xinyong must go too. Originally he had only suggested Wang Xinyong, but now he insisted on it. If Yu Shaocheng\u2014that madman\u2014suddenly lost it, at least there would be a second, steady-as-a-rock general to stabilize things.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Wang Xinyong wore a pained expression. It was a good mission, but why did he have to partner with Yu Shaocheng? He didn\u2019t even know him well. They\u2019d only interacted twice, and somehow both times the conversation had veered toward Yu Shaoxie. Wang Xinyong found him a bit strange and didn\u2019t really want to spend several days cooped up with him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

It was terrifying\u2014two generals would be stuck together with nothing to do but wait. Waiting was boring, they\u2019d definitely talk, and he really didn\u2019t want to keep humoring Yu Shaocheng.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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That was the rough outline of the plan. Because it involved a sneak attack, Xiao Rong had no intention of informing the reinforcements.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Better to keep things quiet. Those reinforcements all knew why they were there\u2014to make up numbers and save face. Neither they nor the Northern Army had any illusions of mutual trust.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Three days before the great battle, the Monk prepared to depart. He bore the heavy task of persuading the Kumo Xi people. It was no small burden.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

People came to reassure Mijing, telling him not to be discouraged if he failed. At worst, they would just detour further. Under Xiao Rong\u2019s new strategy, time wasn\u2019t as tight anymore\u2014a few extra hundred miles wouldn\u2019t break them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing smiled at those who came to comfort him. Actually, he felt okay. After years of being steeped in both Buddhism and chaos, Mijing had become a somewhat contradictory person. He desperately wanted to fulfill his mission, but once he set out, his heart became calm.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Whether the outcome brought suffering or reward, he was willing to wait until the very end to taste its flavor. Since that ending hadn\u2019t yet come, there was no need to overthink it. Step by step\u2014he would simply move forward.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing packed up his things. Just before departure, an unexpected guest came to see him off.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u2014<\/span>Qu Yunmie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He had never expected Qu Yunmie to show up. Mijing froze for a moment, then bowed with one palm up. \u201cAmitabha. Mijing greets the King.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

The moment he heard \u201cAmitabha,\u201d Qu Yunmie felt a headache coming on.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He wanted to grimace, but that didn\u2019t suit his tough-guy image, so he held it in. “I don\u2019t care for these formalities. No need to be so polite in the future.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing smiled. “Is that Young Master Xiao\u2019s view as well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

No. Xiao Rong always told him to act more like a King and to not randomly wave off people\u2019s salutes. Some formalities should be observed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie was annoyed. “I came to see you off, and you don\u2019t seem very grateful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing said, “You\u2019re mistaken, Your Majesty. I\u2019m very happy you came. I just worry that if I say the wrong thing, you\u2019ll flip the table again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

He ground his teeth. “Last time, you asked for it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing lowered his head. “You\u2019re right. It was my fault.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He admitted fault so quickly that it left Qu Yunmie feeling unsettled. Staring at Mijing\u2019s bald head, Qu Yunmie realized something\u2014never debate with someone who\u2019s good at debating. Don\u2019t do what others excel at!<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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After a deep breath to suppress his irritation, Qu Yunmie stood awkwardly for a while before finally saying, “About that night during the Mid-Autumn Festival… thank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing looked up in surprise. He hadn\u2019t planned to say anything, but Qu Yunmie cut him off quickly. \u201cDon\u2019t misunderstand. I know why you told Jian Qiao what you did. I still dislike how you\u2019re willing to use anyone for the greater good. Even Xiao Rong, who treats you so well\u2014you used him too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Saying this, and seeing Mijing momentarily stunned, Qu Yunmie paused, then added, “But regardless, thank you. If not for you, I don\u2019t know how long I would\u2019ve been kept in the dark. You\u2019re not a good friend\u2014but you are the kind of monk the people dream of.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing lowered his gaze. “Perhaps because in the monastery, I only learned how to be a monk\u2014not how to be a friend.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hearing this, Qu Yunmie was surprised to realize he actually understood the sentiment. He was the same. Even though Gao Xunzhi and Agusheja had taught him other skills as a child\u2014books, medicine\u2014once his brother died, he officially became a general and had never left that path since.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Another silence fell. Then Qu Yunmie said, “You\u2019re no longer in the temple. You\u2019re in the secular world now. It\u2019s not too late to learn these things. Look at me\u2014I only started learning this year.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

The King was still as blunt as ever.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing said nothing. From his expression alone, Qu Yunmie couldn\u2019t tell if he was happy or not. Qu Yunmie frowned and, not for the first time, thought: <\/span>Why couldn\u2019t people be as easy to read as Xiao Rong?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\r\n

Then he said, “May the monk return safely. You\u2019re someone Xiao Rong got into a huge fight with me over. Whether it\u2019s him or me, neither of us wants you dying in some foreign land. You\u2019ve wandered long enough. This time, no matter what, come home with us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing stood frozen as Qu Yunmie nodded to him and turned to leave.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Back in the royal tent, Xiao Rong looked up when he heard familiar footsteps. “Well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie muttered, “I said what you told me to say\u2026and some things you didn\u2019t tell me to say too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong blinked. “What things? You didn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie said, exasperated, “I just thanked him, okay? Stop looking so alarmed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Why was he so nervous? Because you always overstep. If not for your long history of going off-script, would I be this anxious?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He shook his head and went back to what he was working on. After a moment, Qu Yunmie, unable to stay quiet, said, “You sure care a lot about Mijing. You even forced me to say that stuff. Why didn\u2019t you say it yourself?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong replied, “Because it wouldn\u2019t work if I did. If someone who usually hides their emotions suddenly shows sincerity, it feels precious. But if I say it\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing the rest shouldn\u2019t be said aloud. He slowly looked up\u2014sure enough, Qu Yunmie was already glaring at him. “Go on, say it. You\u2019ve already shown genuine emotion to him, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Fine! I show genuine emotion to everyone, alright?!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Kindness treated like a donkey\u2019s liver and lungs\u2014why did I even bother?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

S<\/span>o angry.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

With a \u201cwhoosh,\u201d Xiao Rong tossed down what he was holding and stormed out. Qu Yunmie immediately asked, “Where are you going?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong stopped, turned around, and glared. “I\u2019m going to show genuine emotion!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie: \u201c\u2026\u201d!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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