Chapter 57 May Master of Aura Return in Triumph Soon
A Meng woke up on her bed, and could still vaguely see the silver vertical stripes twisting in front of her.
She was startled, then belatedly realized that she had already shot and killed the terrifying spirit-devouring python, and breathed a sigh of relief as she scrambled to her feet.
There was no one inside the hall, but she heard people talking outside, their words coming in fragmented.
"...After this battle, His Highness's personal guards have been eliminated, Your Majesty can rest assured..."
"...Thank you, General Meng, for saving my son's life..."
"...My life was saved by Her Highness the Princess; it was all my duty..."
A-Meng recognized that the people speaking were her mother and master, and immediately ran out barefoot, bumping into her mother's arms.
"Oh dear, you're awake? Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Her mother stroked her head; her hands were soft and warm.
"Where is Master?" A-Meng looked behind her mother, still worried about her master's injury.
"General Meng came to see you, but went back after finding you were alright. He even gave you three days off."
Zhu Miao picked up A Meng, and perhaps because she was worried about her daughter, her face didn't look too good. Her usually gentle brows were slightly furrowed, as if shrouded in a layer of sorrow.
A-Meng felt something hanging around her neck, hidden inside her clothes, hard and pressed between her and her mother's chests, making her uncomfortable. She wanted to pull it out to take a look.
But her mother held her hand down.
"This is a talisman your mother gave you. Don't show it to anyone, understand?"
A-Meng was puzzled, but seeing that her mother looked haggard and unwell, she obediently nodded and ignored the thing hanging around her neck.
It rarely rains in the Ghost Realm.
Yinye instructed Ameng to stay inside the palace for the next few days and not to go out.
The palace doors and windows were tightly shut, and the palace maids kept a close watch. Whenever A-Meng tried to go to the window to watch the rain, she would be coaxed back with various excuses.
Ameng was unhappy. She wanted to go to her master. In the past, if her master had told her that he would allow her three days off, she would have been overjoyed. But now she couldn't even stay for one day.
What is Master doing now? Is he painting a new picture for his beloved?
She pretended to be asleep, listening to the patter of the rain. When the palace maids also began to doze off, she tiptoed to the window and gently pushed it open a crack.
A strong stench of blood filled the air, and the ghostly blue sky took on a terrifying brownish-red hue. The beautiful sunset glow seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, creating a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
A-Meng tiptoed over the windowpane and reached out to catch the raindrops in the darkness.
My palms were covered in a bright red, sticky, and cold substance.
It turned out that what was falling outside wasn't rain.
It's blood.
The entire ghost realm was shrouded in blood rain.
Later, Ameng heard that General Guang Si's personal troops had rebelled, and that they had supported Guang Si's nephew to attack the royal city, attempting to kill his father and usurp the throne.
A-Meng also heard from the palace servants that Guang Si was very powerful, and the reason her father had initially given her master a high position was to use her support to restrain Guang Si. And her master did not disappoint her father, quickly suppressing the rebels and stabilizing the order of the Ghost Realm before the Heavenly Court could hear the news and send troops out in the chaos.
The stench of blood in the air dissipated, and the palace servants who had been hiding in the royal city for several days, not daring to show their faces, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yinye and Biluo were overjoyed and said happily, "General Meng has made the greatest contribution this time. He will definitely be the leader of the Ghost Generals in the future."
For some reason, A-Meng was rather sullen and couldn't cheer up. She said to Yin-Ye, "Then Master will become the new General Guang Si? Will he be killed by someone else in the future?"
Silver Leaf Flower turned pale and quickly bent down to cover her mouth.
"Your Highness, please don't talk nonsense. How could our General Meng and Guang Si be the same? Besides, he is your master!"
...
Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.
"Your Highness, aren't you going to get up? Otherwise, General Meng will scold you again."
Inside the princess's Fusang Palace, a group of palace maids called out to the princess's bed for a long time, but there was no response. They had no choice but to invite Yinye out.
Yinye put her hands on her hips and stared at the bed. She took a breath, rolled up her sleeves, and went forward to lift the curtains hanging on the bed.
However, the moment her hand touched the curtain, a force came from inside, pulling the curtain left and right, preventing Yinye from succeeding.
As the top female official appointed by the Ghost Queen Zhu Miao, Yin Ye has been taking care of and protecting the little princess for many years, so she naturally has some skills.
She tried to push the curtain away, intending to dissipate the force inside, but to her surprise, the curtain was twisted into a pretzel and tightly wrapped around Yinye's wrist.
"Oh dear, Your Highness!" Yin Ye cried out, exerting her strength suddenly. With a tearing sound, the curtain shattered into countless pieces under their combined force, falling like petals scattered by a celestial maiden.
It revealed a pretty face with wide-open eyes.
Time flies, and A-Meng has grown from that round little dumpling into a human girl of eleven or twelve years old. She has shed her naivety and roundness, and her oval face is gradually blossoming into that of a beauty.
"Hmph, I don't want to see him! It's his fault for not taking me to the battle!" The little girl sat on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, determined not to go to the training ground today.
Yinye sighed, "Your Highness, General Meng is only doing this for your own good. There are no fair maidens on the battlefield. You are of noble birth. Not to mention General Meng, even the Empress and the Emperor would not agree to you going."
"Everyone says that learning should be applied to practice. If I can only be trapped in this palace, what's the point of my hard training every day? I might as well eat, drink, play, and sleep all day."
Yinye gave a wink to the palace maids below, who immediately brought out washing utensils, clothing, and other items.
"My little prince, do you know who the Heavenly Court's commander-in-chief is this time? It's Crown Prince Lin Shen! Last time, Lin Shen led his army and almost caused the annihilation of our Emperor's entire army!"
Yinye picked up a comb from the tray and began to comb the little princess's hair while coaxing her.
"You stay home and cultivate diligently. When you encounter battles that are not so dangerous in the future, General Meng will take you to gain experience."
"Was this...very dangerous?"
Ah Meng tilted his head and caught a glimpse of the vase on the table, filled with the flowers his master gave him every morning.
It's the season for datura to bloom, and the flowers in the vase have been changed from purple irises to red datura.
Before the irises, the vase held peonies, and before that, peach blossoms, which were A-Meng's favorite flowers.
“It’s naturally dangerous! I have a distant cousin in the army, and he’s on the list of those going to war. I heard he’s even written his will.”
Just then, a palace servant came in and brought a fresh datura flower.
A-Meng immediately asked with keen insight, "Where is Master?"
Master always delivers the flowers in person. Over the years, as long as he is in the capital, he will always deliver them in person, rain or shine.
The palace attendant replied, "The departure date has been changed. General Meng is currently mustering his troops outside the Beiming Gate and is about to break camp!"
"Hurry! Hurry!"
Ah Meng urged the palace servants to quickly wash up, get dressed, and tie their hair.
She ran so fast that she knocked over the food box carried by a palace maid, the wind from her flowing robes scattered the morning dew on the flowers and trees, and even the butterfly hairpin that Silver Leaf had placed in her hair slipped away.
"Master!"
She arrived at the North Gate, panting heavily. The three armies were lined up in battle formation. She was already on the verge of death and could only shout from afar.
The silver-masked general, seated on his warhorse, turned his horse around and looked back.
Over the past seven years, he, as a ghost, has also grown, transforming from a naive boy into a young man, taller and with broader shoulders.
Yan Lie is toasting the generals who are going to war.
Once Ah Meng caught her breath, she rushed forward again, shouting "Master!"
"Ameng, the army is about to set off, don't be foolish," Yan Lie reprimanded.
"Father, I want to go too! I want to go with Master to kill the heavenly soldiers!" The little girl's tender voice carried far.
The ghost soldiers laughed heartily, and one of them said, "Truly worthy of being a princess, she has courage and spirit!"
Yan Lie was quite pleased with himself, but his words were fierce: "Go where are you going? Go back to your mother's place!"
He ordered his men to send the princess back to the palace.
A Meng rushed forward and grabbed her master's mount by the neck, acting silly.
The undead horse, also wearing a silver mask, stamped its hoof, wisely refraining from kicking at the princess.
Yan Lie was furious and planned to dismount and arrest the person himself.
General Meng said, "Your Majesty, we do not know when we will return this time. I still need to give you some more instructions on your studies. Please allow me to speak with the princess for a few minutes."
Yan Lie glared at the little princess, then waved his hand, signaling the master and disciple to go aside and talk.
"Ameng, don't neglect your cultivation when your master is not around."
"I know, I know," the little girl replied perfunctorily, concentrating on untying something from around her neck.
Finally, it was untied; it was a translucent, emerald-green jade pendant.
She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her arms, and with great difficulty managed to hang the pendant around the general's neck.
"This is a talisman my mother gave me. I've never let anyone else see it. I'm giving it to my master today, and it will surely protect you and ensure your safe return!"
The silver-masked general stiffened slightly, about to remove the item and return it to her, "Your Highness, this is too precious..."
But the little princess seemed to have anticipated his refusal and ran away in a flash.
As she ran, she waved to him, saying, "Master, I hope you return victorious soon. Then come and test my cultivation. If I pass, promise to take me with you on the next expedition!"
Afraid of being scolded by her father, A-Meng ran all the way back to the palace.
However, she did not notice the ferocious gaze that her father, Yan Lie, suddenly shot at her as she passed by.
There were also whispers of doubt among the officers and soldiers.
Huh? Where did that divine aura come from?
like……
It seems to be... Her Highness the Princess.
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