{"id":7905,"date":"2026-04-07T08:31:42","date_gmt":"2026-04-07T06:31:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7905"},"modified":"2026-04-07T08:31:42","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T06:31:42","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-108-1-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2026\/04\/07\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-108-1-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn&#8217;t! &#8211; Chapter 108.1: Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong returned the pillow to Qu Yunmie, then went out to handle other matters. Qu Yunmie, who had been full of thoughts, barely touched his head to the pillow when his neck tilted, and he fell asleep immediately.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Although Qu Yunmie hadn\u2019t reached Yu Shaocheng\u2019s abnormal level of needing only two hours of sleep a day, he had a natural talent for sleeping. One of his naps was equivalent to two for others, and after waking, all fatigue vanished without a trace.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sitting on the bed and looking at the cool night outside, Qu Yunmie remained silent for a moment, then pushed the door and walked out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was late autumn into early winter. The nights in Shengle had already dropped to around zero degrees. With the cold wind, it could drop even below zero. Xiao Rong, raised in warm southern lands, couldn\u2019t stand it. In the south, the cold only made his nose red, but here, the northern wind felt like icy knives, whistling and cutting at his face.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">During his time in the camp, unless absolutely necessary, he never went out at night.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At this moment, Qu Yunmie wasn\u2019t going to see Xiao Rong. If he were, he would\u2019ve remembered to put on a cloak, so Xiao Rong wouldn\u2019t nag about old leg pain, rheumatism, arthritis, or swollen joints.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie went to find Yuan Baifu.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">*<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Although Qu Yunmie insisted on his own judgment, Xiao Rong\u2019s words had influenced him a little. For the first time, he sought to make amends. He wanted to explain to Yuan Baifu why he acted as he did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He waved for Dongfang to fetch some good liquor. Dongfang turned and entered the Xianbei Emperor\u2019s wine cellar, bringing out strong liquors that even the Xianbei Emperors hesitated to drink.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie poured himself a cup, breaking the clay seal himself.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He took a sip and nearly spat it out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><br \/><\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was alcohol?! It\u2019s way too strong!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie was unrivaled in martial power, but when it came to drinking, he was hopeless. Except when drinking with Xiao Rong, others often let him have his way.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Seeing this, Yuan Baifu poured himself a cup and drank half in one go, showing no reaction.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie: \u201c&#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even if he were slow to react, he could finally sense Yuan Baifu\u2019s displeasure. After a moment of silence, he said, \u201cWhen we return to Chenliu, I plan to recruit troops across the empire.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu looked up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes and continued, \u201cHow to handle the Xianbei prisoners has always been a problem. Once Khitan is defeated, it will be solved. Khitan prisoners will guard the Western Regions, Xianbei prisoners will guard Khitan\u2019s border near Nan Shui. I owe the Kumo Xi a favor, so I cannot treat them too harshly, but the Xianbei need not worry. If the Kumo Xi betrays us, the prisoners will gladly shed Kumo Xi blood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie lifted his head and looked at Yuan Baifu. \u201cOnce our territory expands, five hundred thousand soldiers won\u2019t suffice. Eight hundred thousand, even a million, may be necessary. With new troops appearing, old troops will inevitably stir. If we maintain the old system, conflicts could arise between them, which I cannot allow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu said, slowly, \u201cSo Your Majesty wants to disrupt the old army first, muddy the waters, so the new troops will integrate more smoothly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie smiled. \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One million was somewhat exaggerated, counting logistics and farming soldiers too. To reach a million, Qu Yunmie would need to conquer Southern Yong. He knew this, so his words were primarily for Yuan Baifu\u2014to show his determination and gain understanding.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu, cleverer than Jian Qiao, grasped it instantly. He smiled at Qu Yunmie. \u201cI admit I felt some sadness splitting these long-serving veterans, but for Your Majesty\u2019s great cause, I no longer dwell on it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie snorted. \u201cGreat cause.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He drank another sip of the fiery liquor, then looked at Yuan Baifu. \u201cWho would\u2019ve thought I would walk the path to conquer the world? This year passed like a dream. Do you remember my youthful ambitions?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu answered, \u201cYour Majesty has achieved them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie shook his head. \u201cNot defeating the Xianbei, but when my elder brother was still at Yanmen Pass, on the city tower?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Prompted, Yuan Baifu recalled a faded memory. They were half-grown boys, not officially enlisted. Guards weren\u2019t as respectful as they were today. If the guards discovered them sneaking into the tower, they would notify Gao Xunzhi, who would bring them back and punish them with book copying.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At that time, Gao Xunzhi wasn\u2019t yet the army\u2019s friendly elder, Qu Dong, a slightly older general was. Qu Dong was Qu Yunmie\u2019s elder brother figure and a big brother to the mischievous boys.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everyone admired Qu Dong except Qu Yunmie. He always opposed Qu Dong and declared he would be the top general of the Northern Army. Then Gao Xunzhi couldn\u2019t keep him in check, leaving Qu Yunmie free to act as he pleased.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Their youthful laughter and arrogance now felt sweet in memory. Yuan Baifu smiled and recounted Qu Yunmie\u2019s youthful ambition. \u201cYou said, when you become the Great General, we would be your middle generals. Anyone who defies you would become minor generals. Together we would conquer the world, attack the Western Regions, destroy the Northern Hu, conquer the Southern Sea, and march to Tianzhu ( historical name for India ).\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Yunmie laughed at his own youthful words. Though a joke in hindsight, one sentence remained serious and unchanged. \u201cYou two are my brothers. When I was the Great General, you were my middle generals. When I am King of the Northern Army, you are my senior generals. If I truly gain the throne, you will be the new Northern Kings by my side.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201c<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">From my youth, I never forgot the vow. After my elder brother\u2019s death, you are my final brothers. I will never treat you harshly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu stared at Qu Yunmie. After a long pause, he rose and half-kneeling before Qu Yunmie said, \u201cThank you for your consideration, Your Majesty. I cannot repay your kindness.\u201d<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><br \/><\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">While still on campaign, Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t dare drink much. After finishing his cup, he left.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As he passed by Xiao Rong\u2019s quarters, Qu Yunmie was slightly drunk but stepped lightly. He wasn\u2019t afraid of waking Xiao Rong, but feared Xiao Rong would suddenly rush out and hold him accountable.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In effect, he had promised two kingships with one cup. He worried if Xiao Rong knew, he would lose his mind.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong, as capable as he was, didn\u2019t have clairvoyance. He slept soundly, unaware of Qu Yunmie\u2019s mischief.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After stepping over the last stone tile without a sound from Xiao Rong\u2019s side, Qu Yunmie exhaled and strode back.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu, left behind, kept drinking cup after cup, finishing the entire jar of wine.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As a Central Plains man, unlike the alcohol-loving Xianbei, drinking the jar left him in great discomfort, his stomach burning. He staggered toward the bed but accidentally tipped the jar. It hit the ground, did not break, rolled several times, slowed, and finally wobbled dangerously, lying still on the carpet.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yuan Baifu, supporting his heavy body, picked up the jar and threw it forcefully. The carpet cushioned it, so it broke into pieces. Watching the shards and the slowly leaking wine, he smiled and returned to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">*<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong slept poorly that night, dreaming of a chaotic mess and forgetting it all upon waking. Frustrated, he scratched his hair but couldn\u2019t bear the stress. He finally sat at the concubine\u2019s dressing table and smoothed his hair.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Everyone had blind spots; Xiao Rong was no exception. Unlike others, he knew more, noticing slight irregularities that he couldn\u2019t fully recall later.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No one knew about Yuan Baifu\u2019s historical betrayal or Qu Jin\u2019s involvement, nor his entanglement with Sun Renluan, which began in Yizhou.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qu Jin was always under Wang Xinyong. When Wang Xinyong took the rear army, Qu Jin naturally followed. Sometimes fate worked strangely: things changed, yet certain cycles aligned perfectly, finding fertile ground for growth.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">However, misfortune could bring fortune. The festering wound had to be opened to heal, and certain mysteries could finally reveal their answers.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><br \/><\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong wanted to ask Qu Yunmie about yesterday\u2019s deployment, but he learned from Yu Shaocheng that Wang Xinyong and Yuan Baifu had already departed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: \u201c&#8230;?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He exclaimed, \u201cSo soon?! No rest?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After just enduring a fierce battle and sleeping only once, could the soldiers really handle it?<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yu Shaocheng admitted, \u201cThe situation was urgent. While we thought Southern Yong wouldn\u2019t cross the Qin Mountains, who knew their intentions? A single day\u2019s delay increases risk. General Yuan must have considered this, and ordered an early departure.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong asked, \u201cThis was General Yuan\u2019s idea? What about General Wang?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yu Shaocheng blinked. \u201cGeneral Wang agreed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong: \u201c&#8230;\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Old Wang, have some backbone! After ten years, he is even one of the F4, yet he still acts like when he first surrendered.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><br \/><\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shaking his head, Xiao Rong asked, \u201cWhat about General Gongsun and your brother? Did they depart too?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yu Shaocheng smiled, \u201cChenger wanted to go early, but General Gongsun insisted the soldiers conserve energy. Khitan is different from Yizhou\u2014they won\u2019t run.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Xiao Rong thought this was reasonable. Others were overexerting themselves.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2026<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Since everyone had left, there was no point in asking. Xiao Rong sighed and turned to inventory the spoils.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He needed to spend some money to forget these frustrating matters.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/><br \/><\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">*<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Xiao Rong returned the pillow to Qu Yunmie, then went out to handle other matters. Qu Yunmie, who had been full of thoughts, barely touched his head to the pillow when his neck tilted, and he fell asleep immediately. &nbsp; \u2026 &nbsp; Although Qu Yunmie hadn\u2019t reached Yu Shaocheng\u2019s abnormal level of needing only two [&hellip;]<\/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-7905","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\/7905","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=7905"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7905\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7907,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7905\/revisions\/7907"}],"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=7905"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7905"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7905"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}