Chapter 6 Filial Piety
◎A short laugh rang in my ears.◎
After drinking three glasses of juice, the smell of stinky herring in my mouth finally disappeared.
Melia slumped on the recliner, her eyes blank.
A person who fell asleep unexpectedly turned into a cat and appeared in the royal city several kilometers away. This "miracle," as outrageous as an unexpected resurrection, must have been caused by "The Rose Princess."
Should I try to sleep again? His sudden disappearance must have frightened the princess.
"Miss, there are guards from the royal city coming to deliver a message."
"What, so fast?!"
"Miss?"
No, it's impossible to be discovered. She was a cat last night. Unless there's some light and sound effect when she disappears, like turning into a meteor and falling into the manor.
Melia nervously got up and walked out in her pearl slippers: "Did the guard say what it was?"
Ani, who was waiting outside, brought a hot towel and carefully wiped the sugar stains off her face: "As I said, the eldest prince invited you to go hunting."
So that's how it is. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Hunting is a means for nobles to enhance their relationships. Muala was a typical prince's party during his lifetime. He was too old, so it was normal for his daughter to socialize on his behalf.
"Okay. Oh, and let them out this afternoon to report the news, and send someone to follow them closely. If anyone from Ali sneaks out, see where they're going."
Annie nodded quickly, and Melia straightened her back and walked into the courtyard on the cloud-like carpet.
The guard was standing at the gate of the courtyard. He was talking to the guard with a piece of iron on his chest.
Seeing Melia approaching, the guard leaned his spear on the ground and knelt in salute: "Miss Melia, you are truly radiant."
Well, pickled in fruit juice.
Melia waved her hand with a fake smile: "What do you want to hunt this time, Prince?"
"Ha, we're going east to hunt wild wolves." The guard's eyes widened, and he used his arms to imitate the motion of drawing a bow. "His Highness said, 'Miss Melia is so beautiful, having her by our side will definitely boost our morale.'"
Wow, that's very well said.
If she didn't have a brain, she would have thought the other person was praising her.
However, the eldest prince's flattery was indeed smooth, and the original owner had no special skills except for her doll-like face.
His ability to attract hatred is first-rate. Standing in the woods, I'm afraid that all the arrows and wolf fangs will be aimed at him.
"Mr. Tork—"
Suddenly, Ali's voice called out from behind.
Tang and Yuan Dynasties
Melia frowned: Good, the original owner's control over the entire family was surprisingly poor. Last night she repeatedly instructed not to let Ali leave the room, but someone still dared to let him out secretly.
Fortunately, she hadn't expected to keep the funeral a secret for long.
"Mr. Toker." Ali stumbled down the corridor.
Muala had just died, and the guards still remembered the butler's decency... and the young lady's cruelty and stupidity, so the capture was very perfunctory.
The old man, whose shoes were half taken off, fell down in front of the guard in a very embarrassed manner, his tears mixed with mud and water, and he raised his head with trembling lips as if he was going to tell his last words.
"Oh, it's Ali~"
Melia turned to him naturally. "Just in time, have you finished your sleep? Dad's funeral starts today. Let's find a few people to go out and deliver the letter."
After that, she pointed at a few people in Ali's face, pointing outside: "Everyone else, continue to rest. Don't waste your troops. Be careful about the banquet tonight."
Guard Tok's eyes widened and he moved his eyeballs: "Lord Muala..."
"Yes~ The old man passed away yesterday."
The well-known filial daughter in the royal city sighed: "Oh, the whole thing fell on my shoulders. I handled it so quickly. His spirit in heaven will be comforted~"
Toke's phone crashed: "Then, then you must be..."
"It's okay~ Aren't we here with Ali and the others?"
Melia's expression instantly changed, and she scurried out in her slippers. "Bring me the horse, and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 servants! Dad loves to watch me hunt. He's still floating in the sky, haven't gone far yet? I'll show him right away."
Among the six people she ordered happened to be Ali's deputy. Taffi followed the team silently, and the group rode out on horseback in a triumphant manner.
Master Muala's coffin was parked not far away. The venue had been cleaned up and filled with tables, chairs, benches and empty plates, ready to receive guests in the evening.
After the crowd had gone away, the slaves who had delivered the message tied sheepskin rolls around their necks and rode their donkeys out of the manor.
After a while, another group came out in a dignified manner, leading their horses.
They were carrying bows and arrows and looked like slaves assisting in hunting, but after going out, they scattered in opposite directions.
The guard at the door slowly lowered his head and pretended to be looking at the scenery: Anyway, he is new here, so between Ali and the head of the family, the head of the family must stand on his side.
Why do the old people hate that lovely young lady so much? I really don't understand.
…
It's so hot.
The wind feels warm on my face.
Melia changed several positions on the horse, and finally got off the horse by holding Taffy's back and admitted defeat.
"Call for a carriage..."
Carriage? Taffy picked up the young lady in confusion and waved to the side.
Suddenly, several slaves dressed in linen walked out of the woods. Unlike the linen bag-like clothes on their bodies, each of them wore a pair of silver anklets.
"who are they?"
"It's your bearers." Taffy held Melia and walked towards the bearers.
In just a few dozen steps, the slaves calmly and quickly carried out something that looked like a stretcher, but it was more gorgeous than a stretcher.
Several bamboo poles were cut into rectangular pieces, connected by ropes and iron rings in the middle.
The porters lifted the frame onto their shoulders and pulled it hard, and the rattan grid immediately formed a platform.
The hunter next to him didn't watch the show either. He took out a rolled up blanket from his horse's back and shook it in the wind, and a perfect cushion was made.
The group moved smoothly. Taffy raised his hand and gently placed Melia on the mat, then reached out to take the slippers from her feet.
"...Taffy, why are they waiting here?"
The guards just arrived, they rode all the way here. If they hadn't been waiting in advance, there wouldn't be so many things.
Taffy lowered his head and said in a normal voice, "You never liked riding horses. They are waiting here every day."
"every day?"
"yes."
Melia: "What if it rains? They just wait and see?"
"Yes, they are your bearers."
【yes】
Because they are your bearers.
We learned in history class that slavery was replaced by feudalism because of the demand for productivity.
Slavery is not conducive to the development of human subjective initiative.
Melia had thought this was because it didn't matter how much slaves worked; unless they were supervised by an overseer, they would rather do less or nothing.
But that is from the perspective of the slaves. What if we look at it from the perspective of the slave owners?
A slave owner needs countless slaves to revolve around him.
Muala had dozens of cooks, including six master chefs specializing in pastry. Meanwhile, the guards and torturers were unproductive, and the manor housed countless concubines, gardeners, and handymen.
When you think about it this way, the porters who wait in the forest full-time, rain or shine... aren't that big of a deal.
In fact, many people rode in sedan chairs in ancient times, and some people also ride on sedan chairs when traveling in modern times.
But looking at the group of bearers with numb expressions and the colorfully painted rattan chairs on their shoulders, Melia suddenly felt tired.
"Never mind. I'll have to get used to riding someday."
She turned her back and pretended to be relaxed: "Let them return to the manor and arrange other work after the master's funeral..."
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of horse hooves rang out one after another, and young men and women riding horses came closer and closer.
Unlike Melia and her group, each of them was in high spirits, even the horses they rode looked quite majestic.
The leading man looked at Melia, nodded at her in a friendly manner, and rushed past with the people behind him.
For some reason, that friendliness seemed a little perfunctory... like looking at grasshoppers after autumn.
Even without looking at the "Rose Princess" that suddenly flipped through her mind, Melia immediately guessed his identity: the eldest prince Marcus.
Is this guy going to burn his bridges after crossing them? He laughed, and she wanted to laugh too.
The eldest prince laughed at her for being helpless without a father, and she laughed at the eldest prince who would be killed in two years. Who is more noble?
Marcus's men sped away. Perhaps they would stop to greet Muala's daughter before she died, but now...
Melia shrugged indifferently and helped Taffy onto the horse again.
With the help of the horse's height, she suddenly saw a person passing through the woods: Elena.
Those ocean-blue eyes glanced over, and then...
[Tsk]
Although they were very far away, Melia could feel the other party's deep malice.
The originally clear eyes were covered with a layer of blood-like haze, which made people feel shocked.
"you……"
She opened her mouth, but the other person had already ridden away on his horse.
Just a moment of eye contact, and I had a premonition that I was going to be killed.
Doesn't that make sense? The original owner hadn't had time to commit suicide yet... No, the original owner lived for so many years, who knows what he's done.
She looked around and didn't dare to move forward.
I must first figure out the grudge between myself and the heroine, otherwise I won't know how I'll die in the future. Is there any way... I got it!
Melia cleared her throat and waved at the others: "Ahem, I'm tired. Where can I rest?"
As expected, there were indeed houses nearby that were specially used for hunters to rest. Considering the original owner's lazy and willful personality, he probably requisitioned them quite a few times.
No one was surprised by her reaction: Marcus and his group clearly didn't give her face, not even waiting for her, and approaching her would only be asking for trouble. Given her personality, she would definitely find an opportunity to stay.
They tidied up the room for her and then respectfully withdrew. Taffy looked back twice, then at the lady's firm gesture, she slowly left the room and gently closed the door.
[What Melia couldn't ask, Cat should be able to. ]
She pulled up the blanket and laid her limbs flat, recalling the three-second sleep technique in her mind and breathing slowly from her abdomen.
After a while, the sleepiness of early morning came back.
This time, she floated up in a hazy state. Her neck was free of any restraints, allowing her to rotate 360 degrees. When she turned directly downward, she could still see the body lying on the bed.
【Go see Elena quickly. 】
Consciousness drives the soul, and a ball of warm white mist floats and gradually dissipates.
…
Hiss, mud again!
Melia jumped up with a bang and shook off the small leaves stuck on her paws.
"Leprechaun?"
Who is the little goblin? You are the little goblin!
Uh, she suddenly reacted and raised her head.
Sure enough, Elena's sea-blue eyes came very close to her, and then she grabbed the skin on the back of her neck and put it on her thigh.
Elena sat on the ground, stroking the kitten's silky fur with her fingers: "Are you really white-haired?"
"What else, Rainbow Kitten?" Melia patted her wrist with her tail and laughed heartily above her head.
Phew...it really worked.
Lying on Elena's knees, the whole cat calmed down.
Melia raised her little head, looked around carefully, and frowned humanely: Strange, where are Marcus and his group?
Although Elena was not welcome at this time, as a member of the royal family, she must have caught up with her brother and hunted with them.
But there were nothing but trees nearby, not a single guard or slave to be seen.
She patted Elena's knee with her paw pad: "What are you doing here? Are you looking for a river to bathe in?"
"Pfft, hahahahaha."
The hearty laughter made people happy, and Melia slowly raised the corners of her mouth: It seems that she was thinking too much.
What kind of deep hatred could Elena have with her original owner as a young girl? She's just too self-conscious. Her smile is so bright, she hasn't had time to turn into a tyrant yet.
Elena slowly stopped laughing and rubbed her head vigorously: "Fairies don't understand human things."
Melia yawned, her two paws slashing on her thighs, one on each side. "Of course I wouldn't understand if you didn't tell me."
"Too."
It seemed like there was nothing left to ask. Melia slowly closed her eyes, ready to go back to sleep.
The caressing on the head became lighter and lighter.
"I just saw someone nasty."
“…”
"Go kill her now."
A short laugh rang in my ears.
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