{"id":7949,"date":"2026-04-28T09:00:11","date_gmt":"2026-04-28T07:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=7949"},"modified":"2026-04-28T09:00:11","modified_gmt":"2026-04-28T07:00:11","slug":"your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-113-i-am-not-worthy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2026\/04\/28\/your-majesty-you-mustnt-chapter-113-i-am-not-worthy\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Majesty, you mustn’t! – Chapter 113 – I am Not Worthy"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n

Although that bear seemed uninterested in eating people, Wang Xinyong and his personal soldier still held their breath until the bear completely walked out of their range of sight. Only then did they support each other and stand up.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A large gash had opened on Wang Xinyong\u2019s left leg. The wound throbbed with pain. Although it no longer bled, with a wound that large, it was truly hard to say whether any tendons or bones had been damaged. It was late at night at the end of September, and the temperature on the mountain was extremely low. Wang Xinyong had climbed out of icy water that chilled straight into his bones. His nerves had long gone numb, so he couldn\u2019t judge the extent of his own injury at all.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The personal soldier wasn\u2019t in much better shape. Wang Xinyong was injured on his leg, he was injured on his arm. His right arm was completely broken, and he couldn\u2019t lift it at all. Wang Xinyong pinched the soldier\u2019s palm, but the soldier only stared at him blankly, showing no reaction whatsoever.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Pressing his lips together, Wang Xinyong let go of his hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

From his expression, the personal soldier more or less understood that his arm couldn\u2019t be saved. He felt a bit sad, but he didn\u2019t want Wang Xinyong to know, so he gave Wang Xinyong a carefree grin. \u201cIt is fine, General. Being alive has already made me very satisfied.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Looking at the smile on his face, Wang Xinyong felt even more guilty. \u201cIt was all my fault.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He shouldn\u2019t have trusted Yuan Baifu so easily, shouldn\u2019t have followed or marched beside him all this way without noticing that he had already sprouted rebellious intentions.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Good people were always like this\u2014when something happened, their first reaction was self-blame, even if it had nothing to do with them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The personal soldier opened his mouth to refute him, but at that moment Wang Xinyong had already raised his head. He looked upward, but the bamboo forest blocked his view. The precipitous cliff that had nearly killed him couldn\u2019t be seen now.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wang Xinyong said, “I have to go back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu had made preparations, and Wang Xinyong\u2019s soldiers were unaware. Once the plot was uncovered, with Yuan Baifu\u2019s vicious nature, he might very well kill them all.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yao Xian might be able to hold out for a while, but he wouldn\u2019t last long. Yao Xian didn\u2019t have enough prestige. The rear troops had quite a few hotheads. They were all people whom Qu Yunmie disliked for their unstable temperaments, yet Qu Yunmie also felt they had some talent for war, so he dumped them all on Wang Xinyong to receive the moral cultivation of an honest man.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Those who successfully matured naturally went out and continued making military achievements. Those who failed fell into two categories: one refused to listen to anyone else but was willing to listen to Wang Xinyong, so they stayed in the rear army. The other listened to absolutely no one and were sent by Qu Yunmie to various passes to serve as minor garrison officers.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sometimes Qu Yunmie wasn\u2019t disdainful of Wang Xinyong, it was just that Wang Xinyong\u2019s soldiers needed training the most, so whenever there was dirty, laborious work to be done, he handed it to Wang Xinyong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Whether this approach was improper was a problem for later. The problem now was that those people obeyed no one but Wang Xinyong. Out of respect for him, they might still obey Yao Xian for a few days, but five days\u2014five at most\u2014and then they would no longer endure it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Wang Xinyong grew anxious, but anxiety was useless. He\u2019d never been to this place and had no idea how to climb back up. Besides, whether they could even get out of the dense forest was the first issue, and how to survive the next few days was the second.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The personal soldier supported Wang Xinyong, and Wang Xinyong held the soldier\u2019s injured arm. Neither knew where to go, so they could only continue walking along the riverside. Just as they took one step, a flapping sound came from afar. In the deathly quiet night sky, even the usual bird cries carried a twisted and frightening tone.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Gu-gu-gu!\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

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Down below, Wang Xinyong was surviving in the wilderness. It would probably take a very long time before he could loop his way back onto the proper path. Yuan Baifu and his men, on the other hand, arrived at the Hanzhong Basin early the next morning. After another half day of marching, they reached the city where Shen Yangrui\u2019s troops were currently stationed\u2014Zitong Commandery.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The scouts discovered that the Northern Army had arrived and immediately reported to Shen Yangrui. Learning that they had brought over seventy thousand men, Shen Yangrui\u2019s expression turned extremely grim.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He had only brought fifty thousand troops. Fifty thousand against seventy thousand\u2014on the surface, they still had a chance of winning, but this was the Northern Army, none of their soldiers were useless!<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Shen Yangrui immediately sent out his subordinates. One group went to Yizhou to summon all the garrisons there, along with private soldiers of the nobles. Another group went to Nanguang and Jianning to order the governors to hand over their troops at once.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Shen Yangrui put on the posture of facing a great enemy, yet the Northern Army didn\u2019t attack straightaway. Instead, they sent an envoy, saying their former general had something to say to General Shen.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Shen Yangrui refused to meet the envoy because he believed it was a trap, but the envoy delivered a letter. Shen Yangrui felt extremely suspicious, but he still had a guardsman bring him the letter, and he carefully opened it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After reading it once, he felt he must have been sleep-deprived, so he read it again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

He was stunned.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Just when mountains and rivers seemed to block every path, a willow-shaded village suddenly appeared! He originally thought the Grand Marshal had gambled everything on picking a route that seemed the least deadly among many dead ends. Who knew that this dead end had been cleared open by the enemy themselves!<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Good heavens, the Grand Marshal truly had foresight\u2014he never surrendered until the last moment, because no one ever knew how many fools were hiding among the enemy!<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Shen Yangrui almost laughed out loud, but before he truly rejoiced, he forced himself to calm down. After all, Yuan Baifu\u2019s surrender might not be genuine, it might be a feigned defection.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He prepared for Yuan Baifu to turn hostile at any moment while also recalling the subordinates he had sent to Nanguang and Jinling, telling them to redirect to Jinling and report this matter to the Grand Marshal as quickly as possible.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Southern Yong\u2019s communication methods were far better than those north of the Han River. They had carrier pigeons and a complete relay system. Three days later, Sun Renluan received such a letter. He stared at the line stating that Yuan Baifu surrendered with sixty-six thousand infantry and eight thousand cavalry. After a long moment, he took out a new piece of paper and quickly began writing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He consulted no one because the matter was urgent, and he didn\u2019t want bureaucratic morning court sessions to delay such an excellent opportunity.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He wrote a long letter, but the core meaning was simple: He accepted Yuan Baifu\u2019s surrender. Yuan Baifu was allowed to keep fifty thousand troops. He was immediately appointed the title of General Who Pacifies the Army, Protector of Ningzhou, and Marquis of Zitong. The condition was that he must defend Ningzhou. If he held it, he would be further ennobled as King of Jiangyang.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

If he failed\u2014<\/span><\/p>\r\n

There was nothing more to be said.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Finishing the letter in one breath, Sun Renluan handed it to a guard. Watching the guard run out, Sun Renluan suddenly laughed softly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yuan Baifu\u2026 He had always remembered this man.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Back when Qu Yunmie still served under Huang Yanqin, because of Qu Yunmie\u2019s skill, he had performed exceptionally in several bandit-suppression missions, attracting the attention of Jinling. Someone suggested that Sun Renluan should take a look at the second son of Qu Yue. Sun Renluan considered keeping him close for training, so he agreed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

On the first day he entered the palace, it was Yuan Baifu who accompanied Qu Yunmie.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The court officials didn\u2019t take Qu Yunmie seriously at all, they treated him as entertainment. At that time, Qu Yunmie had rosy lips and white teeth, was young and ignorant, and easily became the officials\u2019 target of mockery. They not only laughed at him but also at Yuan Baifu standing beside him. Sun Renluan, wanting to observe Qu Yunmie, remembered clearly: Qu Yunmie glared at everyone and even wanted to hit people, while Yuan Baifu stayed silent, head lowered, revealing nothing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Sun Renluan had been disappointed in Qu Yunmie\u2014having backbone was good, but raising fists in public was foolish. By contrast, Yuan Baifu knew to avoid the sharp edge when weak. This was the kind of child who could go far.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

On the second day, Qu Yunmie came again, glaring as usual. Yuan Baifu, however, never appeared again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

So he wasn\u2019t calm and calculating, he had simply been unable to bear the humiliation.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Then why did he come in the first place? To witness the palace\u2019s grandeur? To befriend officials? Or simply to accompany Qu Yunmie so he wouldn\u2019t be alone?<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Regardless of the reason, he had given up on the second day. As the saying went: “Three years old shows your future,\u201d yet Yuan Baifu hadn\u2019t been three then\u2014he had been a teenager. A teen who had just experienced disaster yet still lacked resolve likely would never develop it in his lifetime.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Well enough\u2014one person\u2019s poison was another\u2019s honey. Using Yuan Baifu\u2019s troops to block Qu Yunmie\u2019s forces\u2014whether it succeeded or not\u2014would wound Qu Yunmie either way.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Hands clasped behind his back, Sun Renluan pondered for a while, then walked to the map and looked at the city that had changed hands once again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

When Yizhou was first taken, the court had celebrated in high spirits. Several officials held banquets at home, their mansions supposedly rang with revelry until dawn. When news came that Yiyang had fallen, these same men flew into a rage, cursing Song Shuo as a traitor and dog in court, condemning everyone north of the Han River and the entire Northern Army, as rebels deserving annihilation.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After finishing their scolding, they went home and held their banquets anyway, because the food had been prepared early, and letting it go to waste would not do.<\/span><\/p>\r\n


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Sometimes Sun Renluan regretted ordering Shen Yangrui to attack Yizhou. Sometimes he felt he shouldn\u2019t regret it at all, because at this point, whether they hid in their shells or attacked first, they were already fish on the chopping block.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Seventy-three years.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

From the founding of the Yong dynasty until now, seventy-three springs and autumns had passed. When the Murong tribe perished, the whole court laughed, mocking the Murong for having too short a national fortune. Yet what right did they have to mock the Murong? At least the Murong had lasted a hundred years, while they themselves might not survive this very year.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

For Yuan Baifu, all his choices determined his fate, for Sun Renluan, everything around him determined what he did. As for the outcome, it would ultimately be nearly the same.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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September twenty-eighth, early morning.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong propped his head with one hand and sat at the edge of the freshly prepared carriage. He already felt much better\u2014at least he had no trouble moving and no longer nodded off constantly. Still, Qu Yunmie insisted on leaving early, so everyone was busy packing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Yu Shaoxie traveled with them, but after some ten li, he would turn toward Shengle. Jian Qiao escorted him to handle affairs for a while, then would rush to the Xihai Commandery before the heavy snow arrived.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xihai Commandery sat in the desert. The one good thing about that place was that it never snowed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

In spite of this, the lack of snow didn\u2019t mean people couldn\u2019t freeze to death. Xiao Rong left half of the army\u2019s winter supplies to Jian Qiao. Those supplies were intended for two hundred thousand soldiers. Jian Qiao had only a few tens of thousands\u2014he could survive the winter in Xihai without issue.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Once everything was ready, they set off. Qu Yunmie rode outside. After the two parties\u2019 forces split, Qu Yunmie handed his horse to a soldier and then skillfully climbed into Xiao Rong\u2019s carriage.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong\u2019s technique for nest-building had become even more practiced. Using the Murong tribe\u2019s private stash of furs, he piled them together, then sat in front of the heap and flung himself backward with force, smashing out a shape of his own body. Then he nestled comfortably inside and passed the time reading books stolen from the Murong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie looked at him and saw nothing strange in his expression. Then he picked up Xiao Rong\u2019s sword. He had barely drawn the blade when Xiao Rong said faintly, “My Lord, if you keep sharpening it, my sword will soon need to be renamed \u2018dagger.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie said nothing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He stayed silent and raised his hand to pull out a piece of deer hide from his sleeve. When he shook the hide open, he deliberately used a great deal of force. Anyone who didn\u2019t know better would\u2019ve thought he was holding a whip.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong was drawn by the sound. He lifted his head and happened to see Qu Yunmie wiping the blade of the sword. He wiped it unhurriedly, and after two strokes, he lifted his eyes and looked at Xiao Rong with cold indifference.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

How childish.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Previously, even though Qu Yunmie and his men marched at full speed, it still took them more than half a month to travel from Chenliu to Yanmen Pass. This time they were returning from Shuofang, and even if they kept up their current pace without stopping, it would still take a full month.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

This was because returning from Shuofang required detouring around the Qinling Mountains to return to the heartland of the Central Plains\u2014basically following the mid\u2013Yellow River southward all the way until they reached the Luo River, then turning east.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

By coincidence, 400 kilometers to the east lay Chenliu, and 400 kilometers to the west lay exactly the route into Ningzhou that Qu Yunmie had once pointed out.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Marching constantly was unbearably dull, especially in winter, when there was nothing to see at all\u2014only desolation everywhere. Bored, Xiao Rong took out a box of warm jade chess pieces. He played black and the Buddha\u2019s Son played white. The Buddha\u2019s Son thought he wanted a normal match and agreed, but Xiao Rong immediately said, “Let\u2019s play something new.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Half a cup of tea later, Xiao Rong cheered. “Here, here! Five in a row\u2014I won!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The Buddha\u2019s Son: \u201c…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He looked at the board, then suddenly lifted his head. \u201cOne more time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The moment Xiao Rong saw determination ignite in the Buddha Son\u2019s eyes, he knew he shouldn\u2019t have agreed.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After five more rounds, he didn\u2019t win a single one. Truly, you could know a man\u2019s face and not his heart\u2014Mijing looked kind and gentle, but once inside a game of chess he took every step as if to claim another life. Xiao Rong was chased until his helmet and armor were thrown aside. Soon he grew flustered, and once he panicked, Mijing won.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Now it was his turn to stare at the board in a daze.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

After a moment, Xiao Rong lifted his head with the same determined look. \u201cJust you wait!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing waited for a while, and what he got was Qu Yunmie being dragged over by Xiao Rong.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Clearly Qu Yunmie had already heard the entire story. He flicked his robes aside and sat neatly across from Mijing. Pinching a small black piece between his fingers, Qu Yunmie sneered, “They say the chessboard is like a battlefield. I want to try it myself. I ask the venerable one for guidance.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

There was one thing neither Qu Yunmie nor Xiao Rong knew.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Mijing was a renowned master of the game. Back in Changan, he had already defeated every opponent under heaven. He had played against the Emperor and the Prime Minister, even elderly chess veterans in their twilight years bowed to him. Later, because the abbot said his obsession with victory was unbefitting a monk, he forced himself to quit.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even after ten years without touching a board, Qu Yunmie couldn\u2019t possibly be his match.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Even so, Qu Yunmie had someone to disturb the enemy\u2019s mind\u2014Xiao Rong sat beside him the whole time, staring at the board with absolute focus, and every so often he would encourage him. \u201cYour Majesty, go! Crush him!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie even responded, “Mm, crush him!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

Amit\u0101bha.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\r\n

Whenever Mijing wanted to say something that didn\u2019t suit a monk\u2019s status, he recited this phrase. Reciting Buddha\u2019s name did nothing\u2014the two were far too aggravating. Mijing was distracted, and naturally he lost.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Fortunately he lost, or Xiao Rong would never have let him go. Xiao Rong then happily reached out to high-five Qu Yunmie. At first Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t understand. When he did, he quickly lifted his own hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He didn\u2019t touch Xiao Rong\u2019s palm\u2014he knew he had no sense of measure\u2014so he simply held his hand up and waited for Xiao Rong to slap it.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

A crisp clap rang out. Qu Yunmie smiled, and Mijing could not help but curl his lips a little as he watched them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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After resting enough, everyone set out again. They had marched beyond the pass yesterday and were now within the border.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong was still thinking about what to do in the afternoon to pass the time, but when the army approached a city, he suddenly heard commotion outside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He hurriedly poked his head out of the carriage\u2014not bandits this time, but common folk sending them off.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Long live the Northern Army! Long live the King of the Northern Frontier!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Thank you, Lords, for destroying the Xianbei!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

\u201c<\/span>Father, do you see this? They avenged you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong stared in astonishment at the plainly dressed townsfolk. They must have heard the news and waited here early. The army didn\u2019t stop, so the people rushed forward to shove things into the soldiers hands. In winter, there was nothing good to give. It was mostly homemade flatbreads and steamed buns, the better-off families offered some pastries.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

According to past practice, a triumphant army should be greeted with melons and flowers. In the northern lands at this season, forget flowers\u2014even a blade of grass was impossible to find. So some young women plucked off the silk flowers they wore on their hairpins, blushing furiously as they threw them into the marching ranks.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

If nothing unexpected happened, this would be their only meeting in this lifetime. The gesture had nothing to do with romance\u2014only gratitude.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The troops kept moving forward, and soon Xiao Rong\u2019s carriage entered the crowd as well. He saw the nearby soldiers\u2019 faces turn red at once. Even those who didn\u2019t blush moved stiffly, as if they no longer knew how to walk.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong couldn\u2019t help but press his lips together in laughter. At that moment the crowd noticed him. Among all the dusty, battle-worn soldiers, Xiao Rong looked fresh and bright, like a foreign prince they had abducted. The crowd froze for a moment, then reflexively reached toward him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Some auntie\u2019s steamed bun\u2014so hard it could be used as a weapon\u2014hit him squarely on the forehead and knocked him back into the carriage.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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Xiao Rong accepted it and rubbed his own head. Qu Yunmie stared at the bruise on his forehead, sounding extremely displeased. \u201cThese wretched people!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said, “Your Majesty, you forget to be cautious with your words again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie said, “They hit you like this and I can\u2019t even say a few words?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Then he muttered under his breath, “I shouldn\u2019t have let them get so close.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked at him and couldn\u2019t help laughing. \u201cEnough, don\u2019t act like you\u2019re the victim. It was only an accident. That aunt didn\u2019t do it on purpose. Seeing so many people voluntarily coming to send us off just to say thank you\u2014aren\u2019t you happy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie said nothing.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

He kept his face taut. \u201cKilling the Xianbei was my business. They don\u2019t need to thank me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said, “All right, all right, it was your business. There\u2019s nobody else here, so why not tell me the truth? When you saw them, did you feel happy\u2014perhaps even a little flattered?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t answer. Xiao Rong set down the egg and coaxed him gently, \u201cIt\u2019s fine if you did. Everyone feels that. Even I did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie looked at him, frowned, and finally admitted, “\u2026Just a little.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong looked at him and slowly pressed his lips together, but in the end he couldn\u2019t hold back. He suddenly burst into laughter.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie instantly burned with humiliation. \u201cYou asked me! Why are you laughing!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong quickly waved his hands. \u201cNo, no, I\u2019m not laughing at you. I\u2026 I was happy too! \u2018The army and the people are of one heart\u2019\u2014these words sound simple, but after all the distance we traveled and all the time we spent, the Northern Army finally achieved them. I felt proud for Your Majesty, and happy for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

At that, he stopped laughing. He sat up properly and said to Qu Yunmie, “Congratulations, Your Majesty. You have become the Great Hero in the hearts of the people once again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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

He lowered his eyes. \u201cI did it for myself, not for them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said, “That\u2019s not quite right. You did it for your dead friends and family, for the Northern troops who died under the Xianbei\u2019s iron hooves ten years ago, and for all the common people who suffered under Xianbei cruelty. The scope grew little by little. There may be priorities, but never a clean division. Can Your Majesty honestly swear that you didn\u2019t want to avenge these people as well?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie looked at him and said nothing again.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Of course he couldn\u2019t deny it. If given the chance, he would kill every last person who wronged his people. If enemies beyond that threatened them, he might even act for the sake of weaker tribes nearby. He had been born with a sense of justice, yet life had been cruel. He had to avenge those he knew before he could look farther outward.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Xiao Rong said these things to help Qu Yunmie accept the people\u2019s admiration\u2014never to think \u201cI don\u2019t deserve it.\u201d If Qu Yunmie didn\u2019t deserve it, then no one in the world did.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

His words achieved more than that. Accepting admiration meant accepting responsibility. Qu Yunmie might never love the people as if they were his own children, but he would never tolerate seeing his people bullied.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

The Northern Army were his people, now these common folk were his people too.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

Qu Yunmie thought that he would try his best to protect them.<\/span><\/p>\r\n

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