CHAPTER 858: CHAPTER 703

"Princess Consort, I’ll go kill her."

Mo Yi spoke.

He didn’t name names, but they both knew that the "her" could be none other than Meng Qianqian.

"No."

Loulan Queen finally spoke, but she rejected Mo Yi’s suggestion.

Mo Yi was puzzled: "Why? Does Princess Consort have any concerns?"

"Have you read the military books from the Central Plains?"

"Read some, but they’re just armchair strategies on paper."

Mo Yi valued personal combat strength and was indifferent to strategic warfare, even thinking that the Shang Family’s military books were not worth fighting for.

Only because Princess Consort wanted them, he did his job diligently.

Seeing Loulan Queen silent, he thought for a moment and said, "Is the Princess Consort worried that without getting the military books, killing her would make it even harder to obtain the remaining half of the military book?"

Indeed, Loulan had half of the military book.

It’s just in the hands of Loulan King.

It’s only a matter of time to get it, not much effort required.

Ayimulan looked at the endless sky and calmly said, "’A city can be destroyed, but the heart cannot be broken; a leader can be captured, but the will cannot be taken... attacking the heart, breaking the will, to defeat without fighting is a superior plan.’"

Mo Yi frowned: "Is the Princess Consort thinking of taking her under your command? That girl’s temperament is fierce, if she could be subdued, Prime Minister Xun and Gongsun Yanming would have done so long ago. I’m not saying the Princess Consort is not as good as them, it’s just that she is very strange, she..."

At this point, he stopped.

Ayimulan said, "She reminds you of someone, doesn’t she?"

Mo Yi nodded: "Yes, the witch in legend who can defeat any wizard. The power of a wizard is witnessed by all, I can’t believe any witch could break his witchcraft and even... make him suffer such a terrible backlash."

Generally speaking, breaking witchcraft inevitably causes backlash, but the severity varies.

Clearly, Meng Qianqian’s impact on the wizard was the most severe.

It’s like... like she’s the nemesis of wizards.

This is really quite outrageous.

He frowned and said: "Princess Consort, this girl is truly dangerous, she should be killed to eliminate future troubles, to avoid additional complications."

Ayimulan remained unmoved.

Mo Yi was anxious, turned back and glared at the Loulan Witch standing with a cane under the corridor: "Did you say something to the Princess Consort?"

Ayimulan said: "She will be my end."

Mo Yi’s face changed: "Then why not kill her?"

Ayimulan turned around, her quiet eyes like an endless wilderness: "No one can end me, I am Ayimulan, the future king of the Western Regions."

Mo Yi: "But..."

Ayimulan interrupted him: "Get ready, someone is coming to kill me."

Mo Yi suddenly clenched his fists.

-

At the corner of the corridor, Yucheng Building slowly hid his figure, waiting for Ayimulan, Mo Yi, and Loulan Witch to return to their rooms, then walked out from behind.

"Princely Heir."

Behind him, a Hidden Guard also emerged.

Yucheng Building spoke meaningfully: "Unexpected, that girl turns out to be Ayimulan’s calamity, Ayimulan, the eagle of the prairie, a century-old legend, have you ever thought you’d meet your doom at the Great Zhou Court? If so, why not push the boat with the current, let’s see if you really become the king of the Western Regions?"

He finished speaking, beckoned to the Hidden Guard and whispered a few instructions.

"You understand?"

"Yes!"

The Hidden Guard clasped his hands.

Yucheng Building waved: "Go, remember, this must succeed, not fail!"

-

Meanwhile Meng Qianqian, busy overnight, collapsed asleep upon returning to the Governor Mansion, even neglecting to eat.

When Ban Xia carried the food box into the room, her nose was already caught in even breaths.

"Little..."

"Shhh~"

Tan’er gestured silence, whispered, "Sis is asleep."

Ban Xia carefully stepped, worriedly said: "She hasn’t eaten, sleeping on an empty stomach isn’t good, she’s pregnant, if she doesn’t eat, the baby inside also needs food, one person eats for two, gets hungry quickly."

Tan’er considered, but found Ban Xia’s words reasonable, thus lifted the curtain and bent over to Meng Qianqian’s belly, speaking solemnly: "From now on, no sneaking food! Stay hungry!"

The unborn little one being forced to starve: "...!!"

Meng Qianqian had a dream.

She dreamed she returned to the once General Mansion.

Familiar residence, familiar courtyard, familiar swing...

Everything seemed as if the terrible massacre never happened.

Yet as she walked, she felt something wrong.

Why was the vast mansion empty, not a soul in sight?

"Father..."

"Mother..."

"Second Uncle..."

"Second Aunt..."

She tried calling family, but her throat felt filled with cotton, unable to utter.

She grew anxious, tried everything to unlock her voice.

But where was father? Where was mother?

Where were all the family?

She wanted to find them!

Wait.

Find them...

Why find them?

Did they disappear?

They... they...

"Little Nine."

A gentle voice gently echoed from the sky.

She looked up at the cloudy sky.

"Little Nine, come here."

Who?

Who’s calling her?

"Little Nine."

Is it... mother?

"Mother..."

She tried to call for her mother, but still couldn’t make a sound.

"Little Nine, it’s me, your mother, come here."

The voice approached, coming from behind.

Meng Qianqian turned around, vaguely saw a blurred figure standing at the door.

She walked dazedly forward.

Mother...

Mother...

"Mother—"

She finally called out, waking herself from the dream.

She woke suddenly, eyes on the wind chime hanging from the canopy, felt a fleeting sense of detachment.

So familiar...

Isn’t this her childhood room?

What’s happening?

Still dreaming?

She pinched her cheek hard, gasped in pain.

Not dreaming.

But she was at the Governor Mansion—

Meng Qianqian felt increasingly strange, flipped open the curtain, everything she saw was as memory, even the wall scratches carved with her small knife.

Creak—

The door was pushed open.

A pair of embroidered shoes with pink crabapple design crossed the threshold, gracefully entered.

Clean crabapple skirt wafted with subtle fragrance.

She hadn’t seen the person, her throat already started to ache.

Her gaze slowly lifted, fell on the face so beautifully unreal.

Her eyes instantly grew wet: "Mother..."

Zhongli Yuan gently smiled: "Little Nine."

"Mother..."

Meng Qianqian’s eyes were red, her chest tight, disbelieving yet unwilling to look away, "How... can this be?"

Zhongli Yuan smiled helplessly: "You child, shocked to see me?"