{"id":7886,"date":"2026-03-24T09:24:14","date_gmt":"2026-03-24T08:24:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7886"},"modified":"2026-03-24T09:24:14","modified_gmt":"2026-03-24T08:24:14","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-106-1-level","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2026\/03\/24\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-106-1-level\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 106.1 \u2013 Level"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

By the time Qu Yunmie walked out, Xiao Rong\u2019s figure had already disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Standing in the corridor of the Xianbei palace, Qu Yunmie felt very uneasy. He didn\u2019t know what Xiao Rong intended to do, nor whether he had handled the matter properly. Would Xiao Rong be disappointed in him again?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This unease persisted until he returned to the others. First he ordered someone to burn down that pleasure room, then asked, \u201cDid Mister Xiao go to see the prisoner?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The guards blinked and said in unison, \u201cNo, Mister Xiao went to sleep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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


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The one who was anxious was Qu Yunmie, not Xiao Rong. After all, Murong Qi had been locked up, and that divine herb remained in one place. It wouldn\u2019t suddenly grow legs and run away.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Indeed, learning that Qu Yunmie did all this for him warmed Xiao Rong a little, but he didn\u2019t intend to immediately complete the matter. He hadn\u2019t slept for a full day and night. If he stayed awake any longer, he feared he might suddenly die in a foreign land.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hmm, right. From now on, he shouldn\u2019t call this a foreign land.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Two hours later, Xiao Rong yawned and sat up from a bed\u2014he was not sure which concubine\u2019s\u2014but he still felt drowsy. He carefully touched the fabric beneath him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

It was really soft. Even among silks, there were differences. This palace concubine had clearly used the finest silk.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After touching it a couple more times, Xiao Rong suddenly gave a mysterious smile at the bed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The regrets in Jinling could finally be made up this time. He intended to take all the good things from the Xianbei palace. Not just the sheets, but even the bed itself\u2014he would find a way to dismantle it and bring it back to Chenliu. Even if he couldn\u2019t use it, it would be useful for his grandmother, who wouldn\u2019t care what had happened on the bed before.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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After leaving the palace room, Xiao Rong squinted to look for someone, and Dongfang Jin quickly approached him. \u201cMister Xiao.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong was surprised. \u201cGeneral Dongfang, why are you here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He remembered Dongfang Jin had been promoted. Even if he remembered incorrectly, it was safe to call someone with potential a general.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dongfang Jin didn\u2019t pay attention to how Xiao Rong addressed him. He only obediently repeated Qu Yunmie\u2019s words: \u201cThe King ordered me to follow Mister Xiao. The city isn\u2019t completely stable yet. If Mister Xiao wishes to go anywhere, I am willing to accompany you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said, “Alright, do you know where the Child of the Buddha is?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dongfang Jin looked at him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The first thing he asked after waking wasn\u2019t about the king, but about the Buddha\u2019s son \u2026 hmm.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Dongfang Jin smiled humbly. \u201cI know. Mister Xiao, follow me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Mijing was busy all day without a moment\u2019s rest. He performed rituals not only for the Northern Army but also for the Xianbei people. The Xianbei had a complex faith: some followed Buddhism, some Shamanism, and some, influenced by Central Plains culture, studied Daoism. Considering the Qingfeng Sect had contacted the Xianbei multiple times, some of them were likely followers of Qingfeng.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This complex religious environment meant not everyone accepted Mijing\u2019s rites. Some remained silent, while others spat at him and hurled abuse as he sat on the ground performing rituals for the deceased.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The Northern Army couldn\u2019t understand the Xianbei language, but Mijing could.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

They called Mijing hypocritical, pretending to be good when he was clearly like the Northern Army\u2014demons themselves.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing was mentally strong, but not strong enough to escape human emotions. Facing such obvious hostility, he felt some unpleasantness.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Still, no matter how others treated him, he continued his work. If Xiao Rong hadn\u2019t arrived, he might not have returned to rest until nightfall.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

For some reason, Mijing didn\u2019t want Xiao Rong to see him insulted. Xiao Rong was smart, even if he didn\u2019t understand the words, he could understand the intent.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After reciting the last scripture, Mijing quickly stood, brushed off the dust, and went to meet Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

It was already the Shen hour. The weather was cool rather than hot. Xiao Rong put his hands into his gauntlets, wearing a gray bear-skin cloak, looted from the Xianbei palace. Although the spoils hadn\u2019t been officially divided, Xiao Rong had already claimed it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sitting opposite the Buddha\u2019s son, Xiao Rong was direct. \u201cHave you heard of the Xianbei\u2019s sacred objects?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked like a ball on the opposite side, and Mijing, wearing only two thin layers, seemed to come from a different season across the table.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing paused. \u201cWhich one do you mean, the Angu Mask, the Flying Dragon Scepter, or the Divine Herb?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

He looked at Mijing with a complex expression and muttered, \u201cXianbei sacred objects all sound like game items.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing asked, \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong quickly shook his head. \u201cNothing. I only heard about the Divine Herb, not the mask and scepter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing nodded. \u201cThey were taken from the Yuwen clan by the Murong clan. The Xianbei used them for rituals. Since the tribal era, they symbolized power. The one wearing the mask could communicate with the gods, and the one holding the scepter could command all Xianbei tribes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said \u201cAh-ha.\u201d Every country had symbols like that. He was more concerned about another matter. \u201cAre they valuable?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

This time he paused a little longer but answered properly, \u201cThey are made entirely of pure gold and set with many gems.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong frowned slightly. That meant they weren\u2019t particularly valuable. He had plenty of gold. Even if the mask weighed several jin, to him, it was just so-so.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The Xianbei heirlooms couldn\u2019t be melted casually, but leaving them behind might draw attention. Since they symbolized power, the Xianbei might try to reclaim them\u2014likely their last hope.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fine, he would place them with the crown of the King of Yutian and see if he could collect a few more for display, or to sell tickets.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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After deciding, Xiao Rong looked at Mijing. \u201cIt seems you have seen these two things before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing said, \u201cIndeed. When I visited Shengle, I saw the Xianbei Emperor holding the scepter and presiding over rituals.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hearing this, Xiao Rong leaned forward. \u201cHave you seen the Divine Herb?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

In fact, he had.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing had been famous for years. Nine years ago, he was already a nationally renowned monk. The Xianbei Emperor had half-invited, half-threatened him to come to Shengle so he could persuade the stubborn populace as a Buddhist, aiding the Emperor\u2019s plan to enter the Central Plains.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The process was perilous. The Xianbei Emperor tried to kill Mijing multiple times but didn\u2019t succeed. Eventually, Mijing was allowed to leave. He worried about the Zunshan Temple and rushed back, but halfway there, he received terrible news: the Zunshan Temple had been destroyed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Almost everyone who knew Mijing had died in the massacre. Outsiders didn\u2019t know he had been in Shengle or that he had survived untouched. They wondered if he had divine powers, as he alone survived.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing didn\u2019t mention this on his way back to Changan. It remained his eternal nightmare. He couldn\u2019t know if the Emperor had acted because he refused him, thus prompting the massacre.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Everywhere had survivors, but Zunshan Temple had none. Mijing didn\u2019t dare confirm this then and couldn\u2019t now.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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During the Emperor\u2019s attempts to co-opt him, he used every means, offering money and even women.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

None of this moved Mijing. He performed rituals and brought out the Divine Herb, telling the story of how the Murong clan was chosen by Heaven.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing didn\u2019t reveal his emotions. Xiao Rong only cared about the herb\u2019s appearance. According to Mijing, it was gray-blue, leaves still soft after a hundred years but drooped. Leaves were serrated, half the size of a human palm, about ten per plant.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong asked while taking notes, \u201cWhat container?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing replied, \u201cA wooden box lined with white silk, roughly this long and wide.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He gestured. Xiao Rong nodded. \u201cWhat kind of wood?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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By the time Qu Yunmie walked out, Xiao Rong\u2019s figure had already disappeared. Standing in the corridor of the Xianbei palace, Qu Yunmie felt very uneasy. He didn\u2019t know what Xiao Rong intended to do, nor whether he had handled the matter properly. Would Xiao Rong be disappointed in him again? This unease persisted until […]<\/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-7886","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\/7886","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=7886"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7886\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7887,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7886\/revisions\/7887"}],"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=7886"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7886"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7886"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}