Chapter 63 063 What is Guang Si doing here? Tell him to get lost...
At General Meng's insistence, the Ghost Queen had no choice but to stand up.
General Meng then said slowly, "Your Highness is my disciple and also my savior. I am willing to give my life to protect Your Highness."
Zhu Miao's face lit up with joy, feeling that her goal for the night had been achieved.
However, General Meng changed the subject, saying, "But if it comes to marriage, in the Heavenly Court, the Ghost Realm, and the Mortal Realm, I will only marry one person."
Zhu Miao's expression changed, and she became somewhat exasperated. "The person General Meng longs for may no longer be in this world! Otherwise, we wouldn't have had no news of her for so many years!"
The entire Ghost Realm knows that General Meng is looking for a woman, but no one knows the woman's identity, name, or even the nature of the connection between General Meng and the woman.
Seeing General Meng's eyes turn cold instantly, Zhu Miao realized she had misspoke and immediately corrected herself: "General, don't worry, even if you marry Meng, she won't make any demands on you. It's just a delaying tactic. Once the current crisis is over, or once you find that woman's whereabouts, you can get a divorce."
General Meng's attitude was firm: "Your Majesty, let's not discuss this matter any further. I'll pretend you never came tonight. I will find another way to deal with the princess's matter, and I will definitely not let her marry Guang Si."
"General Meng!"
"I humbly decline your visit." General Meng clasped his hands in a fist salute, forcefully seeing the guest off, clearly not wanting to continue entangled with the Ghost Queen.
Even though Zhu Miao was unwilling, she didn't dare to really offend this powerful backer.
"Alright, General Meng, remember your promise. I will not let Meng marry Guang Si, and I will not let my tragedy repeat itself on her."
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The peach branches that A-Meng placed in the vase have grown so large that the small vase can no longer contain the new roots and branches.
As dawn broke that day, before heading to the martial arts arena, A-Meng transplanted the peach branches into the courtyard and infused them with a great deal of spiritual energy.
Freed from its constraints, the small peach branches grew taller instantly, sprouting many new branches. The petals that were about to wither on the branches regained their vitality and even formed many new small buds.
Ameng was surprised and said to Yinye beside her, "I put in the same amount of spiritual power every day, so how come the peach branch has grown so much today?"
Yinye laughed and said, "Of course, this branch was always trapped in the vase, a small space, where it couldn't really move around much."
A-Meng nodded. "That makes sense." She looked towards the palace gate. "Is Master not coming again today?"
Yinye's smile froze slightly. She glanced at the little princess with a hint of heartache and said, "Ah, General Meng... has already ordered someone to send today's flowers."
Since the night the general visited the princess who was recovering from a serious illness, he has never again personally delivered flowers.
At first, the young prince thought that it was just that his master was injured and it was inconvenient for him to deliver the flowers himself. However, as the days went by, it was the servants around General Meng who delivered the flowers on his behalf, and the prince's expression gradually became gloomy.
"oh."
A-Meng responded, looked up at the ever-growing peach branches, and sighed almost imperceptibly. She felt like a peach branch trapped in a vase, wondering when she would have the freedom to grow freely again.
"Send someone to tell Master not to send flowers anymore," A-Meng instructed.
"Your Highness...are you alright?"
A-Meng turned around and saw Yin-Ye looking at her with a worried expression. She couldn't help but smile. "What's wrong? I'm not a child anymore. Do I need Master to bring me flowers to coax me out of bed?"
Yinye felt a lump in her throat, feeling a pang of sadness for His Highness.
"Are you sure you don't need it?"
“No need,” A-Meng replied decisively.
Since the flowers weren't delivered by the master himself, they lost their significance.
But what exactly it means, even A-Meng herself couldn't explain.
She went to the training ground alone, but she didn't expect that the person waiting there was not her master, but Guang Si.
"How is it you?" A-Meng was on high alert, not forgetting the last time she saw this person at the martial arts arena, where the Spirit-Devouring Python awaited her.
"General Meng was summoned by His Majesty for a meeting today, and I am here to guide Your Highness on his behalf," Guang Si replied with a smile, his attitude extremely respectful.
He wasn't wearing military armor today, but instead wore plain, everyday clothes.
Guang Si originally had a big and burly appearance. A Meng remembered hearing someone say when she was a child that his original form was a black bear spirit, who was very brave and good at fighting. He disdained to use magic to beautify his human form, so from a distance, he still looked like a black bear.
But now, perhaps because he has lost his original body and is only a ghost spirit cultivated by his remnant soul, he looks much thinner and lighter. Although he is still tall and upright, he looks more refined than before. If one were to remove any emotional coloring, one could even say that his features are handsome.
“How could my master possibly ask you to guide me?” A-Meng didn’t believe his nonsense, her disgust showing no attempt to hide it.
Guang Si was not annoyed, and immediately knelt down.
Startled, A-Meng took a step back. "What are you doing!"
Guang Si clasped his hands in a fist and bowed sincerely, saying, "Your Highness, I was initially jealous of General Meng's favor due to his teaching of you, and that's when I was blinded by greed and made a foolish move, trying to frame General Meng for dereliction of duty by using the Spirit Python. I never expected to trap Your Highness in this scheme. Your Highness, I have absolutely no intention of harming you. I hope Your Highness will investigate thoroughly!"
After saying that, he started to kowtow to Ah Meng, begging for forgiveness. After a few kowtows, his head was bleeding profusely.
"You, you, you, stop right now!" A-Meng had never seen anything like this before. When she saw that Guang Si's forehead was bleeding, she covered her mouth and nose with her hand in disgust.
"So Your Highness is a trusted minister?"
Ah Meng frowned and remained silent.
Guang Si continued to kowtow repeatedly, making the ground tremble.
If only I could just kill myself like this... then I wouldn't have to worry about my father making me marry him anymore.
A moment of darkness crossed A Meng's mind, but she quickly came to her senses. Regardless of whether she wanted to or not, even if Guang Si kowtowed here until the end of time, he probably wouldn't die.
"Never mind, get up."
"Then Your Highness is a trusted minister?" Guang Si asked the same question again.
Unable to say anything against her conscience, A-Meng could only nod vaguely.
Guang Si seemed very happy. He got up from the ground and didn't say anything strange anymore. He then diligently began to guide A Meng in her studies.
A Meng's training at the training ground was mainly divided into two parts: physical skills and magic. Guang Si was famous throughout the Ghost Realm for his physical skills and was the strongest melee fighter in the Ghost Realm. However, after a whole day of interaction, A Meng did not find that he was particularly good at physical skills, but he did have some clever ideas in magic.
There were a few spells that Ah Meng couldn't master before, but unexpectedly, Guang Si taught her with just a few words of guidance, and she learned them easily.
"Strange, why does this incantation seem so simple today?" A-Meng muttered to herself unconsciously.
Guang Si chuckled softly and said, "Your Highness is intelligent and quick-witted. If you found it difficult to learn before, then you must have misunderstood the system of magic."
"A spell system?" A Meng asked in confusion. "How come I've never heard of spells being divided into systems before?"
Guang Si did not offer any further explanation, but simply stood with his hands behind his back, smiling meaningfully.
Ah Meng found his face extremely annoying, so she turned her head away. "Since you've already learned it, let's stop here for today."
Guang Si respectfully watched the princess leave. Once he was sure there was no one else in the entire training ground, he made a hand seal and slashed through the air, tearing open a spatial rift from mid-air and pulling out a person from it.
This man was the deputy general beside General Meng, but at this moment his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his mind.
Guang Si patted the deputy general's shoulder lightly, and his figure disappeared, leaving the deputy general alone in the same spot. With that pat, the deputy general suddenly became alert, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his eyes regained their brilliance.
The lieutenant looked around, as if he had just remembered why he was there, and then hurriedly strode away.
On the second day, the third day, and for many days in a row, it was Guang Si who came to give A Meng guidance on her studies.
Every time, A-Meng would ask if Master had sent Guang Si.
Guang Sidu avoided answering.
Gradually, A-Meng stopped asking.
She already had the answer in her heart, guessing that her father had deliberately arranged the marriage between her and Guang Si, and her master's tacit approval also showed his attitude—he had also agreed to the marriage.
"Yinye, does it mean that it doesn't matter to Master who I marry?"
Unable to sleep at night, A-Meng lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the curtains above.
Yinye immediately said, "How could that be! General Meng dotes on His Highness the most, he would definitely want to see His Highness happy."
"Will I be happy if I marry Guang Si?" A Meng asked softly again.
Yinye hesitated for a moment before saying, "Uh... General Guang Si is also very kind to Your Highness now."
A Meng snorted coldly, "I don't think someone who would release a spirit-devouring python to bite me would be kind to me."
Yinye dared not speak.
The quiet Fusang Palace evoked sleepiness, and the palace maids gradually fell asleep, but A-Meng remained awake.
She stared at the bed curtains, as if trying to see through the thin veil, through the dome of the palace, through the sky of the ghost realm, to the vast and boundless Milky Way.
She barely slept all night, and the next morning, as usual, she got up a quarter to a quarter before dawn.
Now there are no more flowers to coax her out of bed, and she no longer lingers in bed.
But just as she was all ready and about to head to the training ground, a palace servant came to report that General Guang Si was waiting outside.
"What is he doing here? Tell him to get lost."
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