Chapter 15: Memories of Zuo Ye (Part 1)
Saiyan is located in the northeast corner of the southern continent. It is a small country adjacent to Youyu. Although it is small, it has not attracted the covetousness of Youyu because its resources and land are not very rich and its economic and military strength is also average. Therefore, after Youyu was founded, it has been at peace with the other party and even quite friendly on the surface.
Therefore, Youyu's sudden attack this time really caught them off guard and confused them. Many places even hadn't realized what was happening and were occupied without even putting up much resistance. When the news came from the capital that Youyu's army had entered the palace, some remote villages thought it was just some strange rumor.
The war started quickly and ended quickly.
By the time Beichen, Yaye and Xiangying rushed all the way and took a boat to Saiyan, everything inside Saiyan had returned to normal, and all institutions had started to operate normally - the only difference was that all the people in power in the country had been replaced.
"Hmm...it seems that Youyu didn't do anything to the people. No wonder there isn't much chaos among the people."
In a private room on the second floor of a coffee shop, Beichen in disguise looked out the window at the street outside - the three of them put on cloaks specially made by Xiang Ying, which were said to be able to conceal their star power and prevent others from seeing their strength.
Xiang Ying nodded and handed the warmed black tea to Beichen.
"Apart from some elderly nobles loyal to the royal family who protested a few times and were then taken away, there didn't seem to be much resistance."
Groups of three or five warriors in You Yu costumes were patrolling everywhere on the streets. The atmosphere seemed a bit serious, but the order was relatively stable.
Beichen and Xiangying were discussing Saiyan's current situation intermittently, but the central figure of this operation, Yaye, sat in his seat with a gloomy face, his eyes drooped and he unconsciously pulled his white hair, looking at the table in front of him, no one knew what he was thinking.
"Yaye? Are you okay?" Beichen asked in a low voice with concern, but Yaye's whole body shook violently as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Ah, yes. It's okay. I want to explore the palace tonight, so I can't protect you. Xiang Ying, you have to bear the brunt of the burden. If anything happens, we can keep in touch through the bracelet you gave me."
Xiang Ying frowned, but was interrupted by Beichen before she could say anything.
"Yaye, what's wrong? You seem a little abnormal... Do you need my help?"
"You are the Queen of Elysion. It would be disastrous if you fell into the hands of the Youyu army. Don't worry, I am a Darkborn, and concealment is my specialty. You would only be a hindrance if you went there."
Yaye said this in a calm tone, his usual arrogant and domineering attitude completely gone - seeing him like this, Xiang Ying and Beichen both felt a shock in their hearts.
"You guys can just wander around. I'll go out and get some information."
Yaye said as he stood up.
"By the way, the roasted pigeon here is a famous specialty. If you feel bored, Beichen, you can go and try it."
\奇\ said this, and regardless of Beichen and Xiangying's attempts to keep him, he opened the door and disappeared into the shadows.
\Book\ After Yaye left, Beichen sighed with a frown, picked up the black tea and took a sip.
"Master, you look worried."
Xiang Ying, who was sitting next to her, reached out and touched her brow.
"How about we go and find out the news from the palace?"
"No, Yaye is right. I am now the Queen of Elysion. I cannot afford any mistakes in my actions. If something goes wrong, it will be too late to regret. Although Xiang Ying is now the top combat weapon, she has not yet accumulated the appeal and deterrent power of Xiaxue. In any case, we should be cautious."
"but……"
"No matter how worried we are, we can only wait now. Yaye might be dealing with something that makes him unhappy, so what we need to do is to greet him with the warmest attitude when he returns so that he can forget those things as quickly as possible."
Xiang Ying was stunned for a moment, then chuckled.
"Master is still the same as before. Sometimes he gives people the illusion of being cold, but in fact it is just another kind of gentleness."
"Huh?" Beichen pointed at himself in surprise, "Do I look cold?"
"Yes, I have."
Xiang Ying nodded, then suddenly seemed to think of something, and coughed lightly with a red face. She put her arms around Beichen's waist, lifted her up gently, and placed her on her lap. Beichen's face also turned red, but she just twisted a little uncomfortably, but did not struggle to leave.
"Master, do you remember when we first met? Back then, I was called Wuming—back then, Master, when I denied myself... you didn't say anything to comfort me. Instead, you slapped me in the face."
"Well……"
Beichen scratched his face with his hand a little embarrassedly.
"The Master doesn't comfort or counsel anyone, and rarely asks about anyone's innermost feelings. But he will use his actions to cheer someone up, to make them happy—using more practical means to help them overcome their inner problems. I, Xiao Peng, Brother Gemini, Senior Ya Ye... we've all experienced this kind of tenderness to some degree."
“I suddenly feel embarrassed when you say that…”
Beichen covered his face with his hands and hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly looked up at Xiangying:
"Oh right! I have a few very important questions! Why not ask them now—"
"Yes, Master, please speak."
"First and foremost, the most important thing! Xiaxue mentioned the handover of the First Battle Weapon. What kind of top-secret information did he give you?"
Xiang Ying's expression became serious. He wanted to use the mind communication channel to tell the answer, but after thinking for a few seconds, he gave up and just leaned over and put his mouth close to Beichen's ear.
"...the location of the Red Tower...and a certain device within the tower that can command the world's weapons in a short period of time."
"What?!"
Even though he was mentally prepared for the big news, Beichen was still startled and lowered his voice:
"Does such a thing exist?"
"Yes. But it can only be used by the First Combatant, and once used it will consume all my Star Spirit Power, so it cannot be used indiscriminately unless it is a critical moment."
Beichen nodded vigorously - no wonder Xiaxue said that this was Chiyue's way of winning over the First Fighter. With such a great temptation, it must have the capital to win people over.
"Red Tower? I've been wanting to go there for a while now. Let's explore it when we have some free time. ...Don't let anyone else know about this."
"Of course. ... So, Master, what are your other questions?"
Beichen came back to his senses from his heavy mood, then reached out and pinched Xiang Ying's face hard!
“…Calling someone?! (Master?!)”
Xiang Ying, who hadn't had her face pinched like this by Beichen for a long time (?), showed a perverted expression that was a little confused and a little happy.
"Are you planning on getting away with this?! I won't bother with the other things, but why did you come back and use a non-Bai name?!"
"this……"
Xiang Ying smiled bitterly and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Before I was seriously injured and lost consciousness... I caused such great harm to Master. Not only did I feel stupid, cowardly, and incompetent, but I also felt that I was too cruel to Master... So during the time I was away from Master, I thought of countless ways... But I found that no matter which one... I didn't have the face to stand in front of you like this."
“…”
"It just so happens that, due to advancing so many times, my appearance has changed significantly. Without a close look, you can't even tell what I used to look like. So, I thought... I might as well change my identity and stand before you with a completely new attitude. Perhaps you'll be more receptive to me."
"Are you stupid..."
Beichen sighed heavily in Xiangying's arms - he originally thought that there was some deeper meaning behind his actions, but it turned out that it was just his fear of being rejected by himself that was causing trouble.
"Yeah... Now that I think about it, doing this is like abandoning our past bond and promise... I'm so stupid." Xiang Ying said, unconsciously tightening her arms around Beichen. "Fortunately, Master still wants me, otherwise..."
"otherwise?"
"...Then I'll just have to secretly follow the Master all day long."
“…”
Don't be so calm and determined to be a perverted voyeur, Xiang Ying.
Beichen reached out and pulled Xiangying's face again, feeling angry and amused, while Xiangying blushed and grabbed Beichen's wrist:
"Well, Master,... you see, after I came back... we haven't... well... had a good reunion... So, I mean... well... anyway..."
"Uh, what exactly do you want to say?"
"It's... that's it... I mean rubbing... No no no no no! I mean Master, can I... can I kiss you?"
Beichen was stunned - because Xiang Ying had blushed for all the time she could, so she didn't feel shy anymore because her skin had been thickened a little by Hei Huo Su Jie.
"Yeah, sure. ...By the way, Xiangying, didn't you kiss her a long time ago?"
“…That time doesn’t count!”
That was a farewell kiss before death. I didn't feel anything and I choked. Xiang Ying muttered inwardly, then put Beichen back on the sofa.
"Then...then I'll go get some water to rinse my mouth!"
"Huh?" Beichen tilted his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Do you have bad breath? No, I didn't smell anything when I was so close to you just now."
"No." Xiang Ying turned his head with a serious face, "Since I am going to kiss the master, I must keep my mouth completely clean. I just ate the practical crystal given by the master, and I don't know if there are any residues or metallic smells of weapons in it... So..."
Beichen immediately covered his forehead with his hands: "Sorry Xiangying, I'm not in the mood."
“…Huh?!…Master…”
The first combat weapon's slightly aggrieved wail drifted over the private room.
So the day was spent with Beichen and Xiangying wandering around (avoiding all places and people that might cause trouble) eating squab.
In the evening, the two booked a room in a remote hotel on the outskirts of the capital. Yaye came back and met with them to report his safety. After chatting for a few words, he left again.
Then another six or seven hours passed, and it was already late at night. Beichen had a drug addiction attack at night, which scared Xiang Ying so much that she was running around. After calming down, she fell asleep early due to mental fatigue. Now, Xiang Ying was standing by her bedside without any sign of fatigue, staring at her sleeping face. From time to time, he seemed to remember something and smiled, then reached out to pull the sheets for her.
Then, Xiang Ying suddenly turned his head. After a second, the window opened with a click. Yaye climbed into the house through the window with a big object in his hand. Then he carefully closed and fastened the window, and then threw the thing in his hand to the ground with a muffled "bang" sound.
Beichen woke up suddenly because of the sound. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He first saw a large object in the center of the room - it seemed to be a person, and a woman wearing a dirty aristocratic dress.
Then she turned around and saw Yaye standing aside with a sour look on his face.
"Ya Ye—"
She giggled at him in the voice of a kitten that had just woken up, and opened her arms coquettishly. Yaye's expression looked a little better, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Then he casually pulled Beichen into his arms and stroked her hair like the fur of a small animal.
"Yaye, who is this?"
“…”
Yaye didn't answer, but just raised his eyebrows and scratched Beichen's chin with his fingers, which made Beichen frown: Don't really treat me like a cat.
The figure was thrown quite hard and has not stood up yet. After hearing Beichen's address to Yaye, she suddenly raised her head, revealing a dirty face covered with tear marks.
"...Are you...are you really Lord Yaye?"
"……grown ups?!"
Yaye sneered, and his red eyes reflected a hint of murderous and mocking light in the dim light. Seeing him like this, Xiang Ying walked to his side and put his hand on his shoulder, while Beichen in his arms held his somewhat cold hand.
Sensing the two people's concern, Yaye's tense body gradually relaxed and he took a deep breath.
"Why? Is this how your ancestors taught you to call me, a murderer, 'Sir'?"
"No, no no!"
The noble woman immediately began to shake her head desperately, and there was a hint of longing in her expression as she looked at Yaye.
"Because, Master Yaye rescued me from prison, and I've often heard rumors about you... You're a hero that people admire."
This time, Yaye didn't even bother to answer the call, and just let out an extremely sarcastic snort from his chest.
Xiang Ying turned around when he heard this:
"Senior Yaye, you rescued her from prison? ... Could her identity be...?"
"She's a princess. Um... a 'former' princess, a former member of the Saiyan Kingdom's royal family. It seems all the other royal family members were executed. This one, apparently, was a bit pretty, and I heard they were planning to cut off her limbs and keep her as a bed slave."
When Yaye said this, the woman sitting on the ground lowered her head and trembled slightly.
Beichen looked at the woman for a few seconds, then looked up and asked:
"Then what are you going to do with her, Yaye?"
"What should I do? ...Yes. What should I do? The Saiyan royal family owes me too much, but they did save my life after all. I can't just let this royal bloodline end like this."
Although Yaye's voice was still cold, it carried a hint of helplessness and fatigue. Beichen frowned and clenched the cold hand in his hand with some heartache. Yaye immediately came back to his senses, then chuckled and patted Beichen's cheek.
"Don't worry about it. Who am I? I'm not a young man who would do anything reckless."
Beichen smiled and was about to say something when the woman sitting on the ground suddenly took a few steps towards the two of them.
"Lord Yaye, look... since the Saiyan royal family once saved your life, please let me leave Saiyan, okay? I will repay you, although I have no money now──I, I can do housework for you, and──"
She glanced at Beichen. Because Xiang Ying had put a shawl on her body that blocked the star power, she misunderstood that she was just an ordinary person.
"I have no strength now because I was drugged. Actually, I am a ninth-level Holy Spirit Warrior. I can help Master Yaye... and..."
When she saw Xiang Ying's face, the woman was stunned for a moment, staring at him without blinking - the charm of the first weapon was indeed considerable.
"And... and this one... I can help you hunt."
As she spoke, she wiped her face vigorously, revealing her originally beautiful and delicate features, and glanced at Beichen with a hint of provocation in the corner of her eyes - indeed, she was more beautiful and gorgeous than Beichen.
However, the more the woman spoke, the colder Yaye's eyes became. Even Xiang Ying felt very unhappy because of her explicit gaze. Beichen even lowered his head and covered his eyes with his hair.
There was no trace of hatred or murderous intent on this woman's face.
Her entire family's territory was taken away, all her relatives were killed by the invader, and she herself almost became the lowest bed slave. But the first thing she asked was for Yaye to help her escape the country and to follow Yaye to "repay" him. She even had an inappropriate desire for Xiang Ying when she saw her.
If she was trying to survive by keeping a low profile and pretending to be stupid, Beichen would have admired her, but she was so straightforward in the intrigues among women - it seemed that she really had no intention of revenge, but just wanted to find a reliable supporter immediately to continue living a life of ease and comfort.
Where was her princess's courage, pride, and foresight? Where was her grief and hatred for the loss of her parents and brothers as a daughter and sister? If the Saiyan royal family were all like this, then perhaps being destroyed by Youyu would be a good thing for the people?
Queen Yashu of the Wasteland, who regards diligence as her first principle, thought so in her heart with a hint of contempt.
"It seems that the Saiyan royal family has not made any progress in the past hundred years."
Yaye sneered and patted Beichen's back in his arms.
"Damn Matcha, is there any medicine that can erase people's memories?"
Beichen thought about it, then nodded with a happy expression.
"Yes! One of the birthday gifts Atlas gave me happened to be a permanent memory eraser. I didn't expect to use it so soon... Here it is."
Beichen took out a pill from Xiang Ying's storage space and handed it to Yaye. The woman sitting on the ground turned pale. She wanted to rush forward but Xiang Ying's six secondary swords were aimed at her neck from six angles. So she could not move, trembling in fear, sitting there and looking at Yaye with a begging look.
Yaye pushed Beichen's hand away:
"Feed him. I don't want to touch a woman with Saiyan blood anymore."
Beichen nodded, jumped out of Yaye's arms with the pill, walked up to the woman, and put the pill to her mouth in the face of her disgusted eyes - of course, she dodged it by shaking her head.
Beichen took a breath.
"Yaye, Xiangying, do you still remember Xia Li? She's the woman who brought us together."
"Remember, why?"
"nothing."
Beichen's gaze fell on the woman again:
"I'm going to do the same thing again, don't be scared."
After saying that, she grabbed the other person's neck, forced her to open her mouth due to lack of oxygen, and then easily threw the pill in. Then she suddenly lifted her chin to make her tilt her head back, and forced her to swallow the medicine - the whole set of actions, without any gentleness, seemed cold and vicious.
The woman struggled to spit out the medicine by picking at her tongue with her hand, but after dry heaving for a while, she began to roll her eyes and finally fell limply to the ground.
"Don't blame me for taking my anger out on you."
Looking at the princess who was still half conscious and looking at her with half-closed eyes, Beichen spoke in a low voice with murderous intent.
"Who told your ancestors to... hurt such a good person like Yaye?"
The woman completely lost consciousness, while Yaye leaned back and fell on the bed, facing the sky and exhaled a long breath - Beichen and Xiangying hurried over and sat down next to him.
"Why are you so nervous?" Yaye sat up again with amusement and patted the back of their heads.
"This is a complete farewell to the past. That's a good thing."
Yaye turned his head and looked at the night view outside the window for a while, then picked up Beichen's wrist and took a bite, drinking a small amount of blood as a snack. When he raised his eyes again, his eyes had regained the heroic and ghostly domineering temperament.
"Okay, you two little idiots, I'm fine. I can tell you that now."
"Eh? Say it out loud?"
"Hmm. Are you interested in hearing the bloody and tragic story of Master Yaye's youth?"
"Well, since it's just a melodrama, let's just forget it..."
"What did you say, Matcha? You have to listen, okay? Sit still! Put your hands on your knees!"
"...Yes! That was just a joke. I won't dare to do it again, Yaye Dad!"
"If you call me daddy again, I'll pop your asshole! And you, Xiangying! Take out all the snacks from your storage space, and use the star power to make a small table for the bed. We need to act like night chats. Anyone who dares to doze off will be paraded through the streets tomorrow with carrot underwear on their head. Do you understand me?"
Beichen Xiangying nodded hurriedly - this punishment was too terrible!
"Well, that's good." Yaye bared his fangs and smiled faintly.
"Then let's start from my Sanmang period—"
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