Translator: ayszhang
Proofreaders: Gwen, krabbykabbi, Luzo, Pau & Red
Cold Sands ch 38
Will Murong Yu do what Han Xin wants and stop the siege?!
XXXVIII Mourning
At dawn, I go to An Shang Gate to inspect the situation, ignoring all
attempts to stop me.
Corpses have formed piles on the
walls. The bodies of Yan and Rui soldiers lie quietly side by side like
comrades in death. The limestone battlements are coated with sprays of blood
that are still sticky. I accidentally get some of the warm goo on my hand and I
get the sensation that the rest of me is sticky as well.
The sky brightens but the sun is hiding
amongst the clouds, as though unwilling to witness this carnage.
With my collar flipped up and a helmet on my
head covering the insanity from last night, I look just like a responsible,
empathetic emperor.
There are people moving the corpses wearing
scraps of armour whose faces cannot be seen through the blood and dirt. Some
bodies stick out crookedly on the side of the battlements, their blood dripping
down along the wall, painting terrifying lines of crimson. It adds a ghastly
spread of colour to the ashy walls.
The war smoke eddies and the metal
hooves beat chaotically. The sea of black is shrinking back, edging back one
wave at a time and leaving behind it innumerable corpses. The black flags are
still billowing in the air like ripples of ink.
I’m standing on the wall with a
complicated feeling.
Every bloodbath, no matter which side
wins, always leaves mountains of bones lying on the battlefield.
I don’t understand why every ruler of
Great Yan always craves battle and ignites warfare with other countries. And I
also do not know whether it was right or wrong of me to show my hand to Murong
Yu last night.
Like I said:
That was my choice and his choice
isn’t something I can predict.
He could choose not to retreat
nonetheless and I don’t think I have what it takes to withstand the next brutal
attack.
I’m no longer organizing a resistance
but rather making a bet with no way out—the stakes are Murong Yu’s current situation and also his feelings towards
me.
I let my eyelids drop. I can’t help but
sigh when I see the ever-changing floating clouds in the distance, casting
heavy shadows on the ground.
I turn and see Heng Ziyu coming
towards me with a few armed men behind him. For a while, we don’t say anything.
I face another direction and ask
flatly, “How many deaths last night?”
“In reply to Your Majesty,” his voice
is just as still. “An Shang Gate had the highest number, around three thousand.
The rest of the gates suffered around one thousand each, altogether more than
ten thousand.”
“And the Yan?”
“Including the bodies outside the
city, more than us.”
I nod as I stare at the black
ocean just a ways off.
He looks at me with a frown and
then dismisses his generals with a wave of a hand.
“You should be resting in the
morning, Your Majesty.” He hasn’t drawn near and his tone is still light. I
pull a thin smile, not wanting to say anything.
Last night and this morning, it
was all personal. He has no right to be involved and no right to inquire. I
need him to understand this. It doesn’t matter if I am willing to give him the
throne—and even if I am—he is still my subject before
that happens and I his ruler. The lower cannot disrespect the higher. This
is the custom between the ruler and his subjects.
“The Yan have pulled back as of now but the
next attack could happen anytime. I
hope You will take charge of the army and tighten defenses. We must not be
careless,” I do not look back at him as I say this.
He stays quiet for a long time
before answering, “Yes, Your Majesty.”
I spot him out of the corner of my eye looking
in my direction. “What are You looking at, Marshal?” I say with the same old
smile. “Is there something on my
face?”
No replies come.
The sun rises amongst the clouds after much
hesitation and illuminates the lands.
I turn to leave and then he
starts, “Your Majesty.”
I stop but do not look back. “What
else is the matter, Marshal?”
“Now that the Yan forces have
backed away temporarily,” he asks quietly. “I am curious what Your plans are regarding
Yongjing.”
I let out a chuckle. “I have plans of my own, naturally. All You need to do is strengthen the capital’s
defenses.”
He takes a few steps towards me and
his voice sounds extremely close. “Will the Yan really retreat?”
I return to the composed tone I had
before. “I am not the Yan’s
marshal.”
I walk down the walls and the soldiers
quietly and neatly part to either side, heads held high and eyes looking
straight ahead. I’ve moved some ways when I spot several soldiers passing by
carrying cots woven from hemp and farther off I see a pile of corpses and the
soldiers pouring oil on it. Beside them are blazing torches.
I ask the second lieutenant beside me,
“Are all the bodies being burned?”
A sorrowful expression flashes on his
face. “In reply to Your Majesty, yes. According to tradition, all those who gave
up their lives in war are burned and their ashes are gathered and disposed of.”
“I
have heard, though, that some have not yet been burned.”
“Yes.” He bows. “There are too many
casualties. Half of the army is wounded soldiers. We can barely take care of
the live ones, let alone the dead. There are medicine and doctors but a lot of
people can’t see the doctor in time.”
He points to the crowd on the other
side. “The soldiers over there are all young. They died the night before the
last and only now are they being…”
My lips flatten into a line. “Failing
to burn the bodies in time is a violation of the army code,” I warn in a low
growl. “All personnel in charge of this will be punished by ten hits of the
stick. Go and burn them now, and receive your punishment later.”
Then, before I even take two steps, I
hear his miserable voice again. “Your Majesty, those soldiers were from the
South. The custom there isn’t cremation so their countrymen couldn’t bear to.
So…”
I stay in the spot for a moment before
saying, “I heard that people from
the South are buried with their feet pointing in the direction of their home
when they are in unfamiliar lands. That way the deceased will be able to see
the way home when they sit up. So… So pass on the word for the soldiers to make
sure their feet are pointing south when they light it on fire.”
The second lieutenant stiffens but
quickly bows down. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
I almost didn’t catch it.
Cremation isn’t the tradition and it’s
not common, but there is no other way. With the city completely surrounded, the
bodies could not be buried and have been accumulating. It could very well trigger
a disease. Drinking water is already insufficient; there cannot be any more
problems.
There are too many who have lost their
lives or the ability to return home because of this battle. Those who step onto
the battlefield should already know that they may come back wrapped in white
and those who rule up high should not be soft. However, I am human after all. I
do feel depressed when I see living human beings fall and turn to ashes before
my eyes.
They have people thinking about them
back home, which they will never again return to.
♚♔
The Yan forces left the city but made camp at Wu Hui Station about ten li away. Five thousand advanced
cavalrymen stand in their grand formation in front of the camp as usual.
Reports come into the capital one after another; the guard soldiers still take
shifts patrolling along the walls. The city is deathly quiet aside from the suffocating
smoke and thundering horse hooves.
When night falls, the soldiers stand
guard silently in the shadows with spears in hand. Every ten steps’ distance a
torch lights up the walls, sketching thin and disturbing lines.
No more killing. No more bloodshed.
It’s quiet, so quiet that it’s
frightening, like the prelude of a storm.
I’m waiting—waiting
for Murong Yu to make the ultimate decision. Whatever he chooses, I cannot
object.
He actually understands as
well as I do, that we are no longer the original us. The burden that he and I
carry upon ourselves is too much. We are the same, able to overlook trivial
matters but also be clear-headed when it comes to significant ones. We know
what is okay and what isn’t. We are always able to remain calm and rational
during critical times.
I’ve already made my
choice, yet he is still keeping his silence.
In his and in my hands,
lie too many people’s lives. With a turn of a hand, we can cause a hurricane
and they will die before we can even know of their existence. Even if we
fulfill our responsibilities, their families would always hate us.
Since the moment I decided
to fight, I’ve used everything I could and killed so many. By purging the
court, cleansing the palace, murdering refugees, I’ve stained my hands with
innocent blood. I don’t expect anything from future historians—cruel,
bloodthirsty or violent, it doesn’t matter—because they would never understand
what I have to give up when I make the choices I do.
I don’t know how I will be
looked at after death but I can’t be concerned because I am the emperor as of
this moment. I am carrying the fate of this country and all its citizens on my
shoulders.
♚♔
Time slips past in the tranquility. Two days have passed since that night.
Today is the third day.
The icy moonlight shines through the
window and onto the tiles.
I take out Ding Guang from its rack,
run my fingers along its sheath and remove it solemnly. As soon as it escapes
its confines, a faint glow exudes into the room. I carefully polish it with a
silk cloth and the aura of death is released. For a moment, it’s as if I have
returned to the desert and open skies, where the yellow sands stretched for
miles upon miles in the frontiers.
Just how much nameless
sorrow and joy, life and death, war and blood is engraved into this blade?
My hand falters and a
skinny line of blood appears, and then a drop of warm liquid falls down. The
scarlet bead of blood against the glistening blade looks like an ominous sign.
I pour some wine onto it
and watch the amber fluid slide down and dilute the scarlet, washing the metal
with a ghost of colour.
Murong Yu, if you insist
on taking the capital, the only thing I can do if it comes down to it is
drawing my sword and dying along with the city.
“If you died—died under my sword—I would let you have a proper end
as well.”
But I don’t need you to give me a proper end. I shall protect my
dignity as an emperor with this sword.
Scrutinizing Ding Guang, I
do not sleep for the whole night.
Liu An comes in at
daybreak, reminding quietly, “Marshal Heng is outside awaiting Your summons
according to Your orders.”
“Summon him.”
Heng Ziyu is in full
armour, kneeling below with a stern face.
We haven’t met in private
since our conflict the
other night. When we do meet, others are always present and I speak to him in a
flat tone. I need him to understand that I am his ruler and he cannot disobey
me for the time being.
“I would like to say a few things, Marshal.”
“Please, Your Majesty.”
“Give the order to the
lighthorses in Lingzhou immediately, they are to retreat southward in the most
discreet fashion possible and stop north of the Qihe River.”
His shoulders jerk, as if
he was about to lift his head up. “If I may ask, what is the meaning of this?”
I tap on a tea cup
lightly. “I will get them to
immediately relocate the capital if the capital cannot be secured and set up
defense with the Qihe as protection. Lord Jin Xiu will also rendezvous there
and provide assistance.”
His head whips up and
shock flashes across his face. “Your Majesty?”
“Prince Lie does not seem
to have any intention of retreating despite the disturbance in Yongjing.” I
pull a smile and it pulls on my heart. “He insists on taking down the capital
but he must also return home. This way, even if the capital falls, the South
would not be affected and the fifty thousand in Lingzhou would not have to
become a needless sacrifice.”
“Perhaps You are being too
pessimistic?” he remarks after a pause.
“We must strive for the
best but prepare for the worst.”
He lowers his head. No
emotions play on his face. His lips are pressed tightly in a line and his eyes
are casted on the ground, as if to stare a hole into the tile. I watch him in
silence and he kneels there, motionless.
Then he speaks, “Even if
the city falls, I shall make sure that Your Majesty arrives in the South, even
if it means losing my life.”
I scrutinize him, trying
to decipher from his eyes the validity of his words.
If I died here, he could
escape and when he returns to the South, he would still be the ultimate
authority with his operations there. And without my control, he can take all
the power and the place of the Eldest.
“There is no need!” I
reject. “We have been resisting for such a long time that if the city falls,
the Yan would certainly not have mercy in their wrath. What would become of me if I abandoned the people and lived on pathetically? How would I face the world? The captain must go
down with his ship!”
“But Your Majesty!” He
blurts sharply, his voice echoing in the building. “You are the basis of the
state and what the people depend upon. You cannot make such plans!”
I lift the cup and take a
sip of tea. Not getting a response from me, he looks up and stares at me with
an intent gaze. And when I keep my silence, the glow in his eyes die down.
“Your Majesty…You still don’t trust me?” He asks bitterly.
A heavy wave of misery
rushes over me, pressing down on me.
I know he’s loyal and
just, I know he’s passionate and hot-blooded, I know he cares for the people’s
welfare and I know he despises corruption and war. I think if not for our
identities and statuses, we probably could have become the best of friends, the
most loyal of companions—could have.
I’m inherently suspicious
and wary. I doubt not only him but everyone.
Really, he shouldn’t be so
sad. The one who should feel sad is me.
I bear with the pain and
order flatly, “Do not waste time.”
He’s still looking at me, not moving or speaking. Our eyes stay
connected in silence.
Suddenly, a loud commotion
starts outside as if coming down from the skies. Then I hear hurried footsteps
rushing by like thunder. It sounds like many people sprinting and shouting.
“Hurry!”
“Your Majesty!”
“The Yan army!”
I look up at the entrance
and my heart pounds. The noise is so sudden it hit me right in the chest. It
couldn’t possibly be…
The doors of the palace
are shoved open. Liu An enters, gasping for air, with a joyful expression.
“Your Majesty…the report…said…the Ya-the Yan retreated!”
When he finishes,
deafening roars are heard from the Golden Guardians outside the hall.
I shoot up and take the
report amidst the exhilaration. I skim over it quickly and I feel my nose stinging.
Heng Ziyu is looking at me with a calm expression but his eyes speak of glee.
“Excellent. Prepare the
carriage. I am to go to the walls.”
I nod with a smile while trying to control the delight so that my voice is
steady.
The carriage and the accompanying guards traverse the city that looks as
usual. The civilians stay in their homes and only the patrols roam the streets,
enshrouding the capital with a heavy air.
The soldiers standing
guard on the walls are as always, armed and silent, on full alert as though
facing their mortal enemies. I take a good look out to the distance, all that is
left is the never-ending plains and the turbid tranquility bobbing lazily
above, the five thousand cavalry stationed there nowhere to be found. The land
is so quiet that the massacre in the past two months and the invasions before
that were mere nightmares.
And now, the nightmares
have finally come to an end.
♚♔
In the latter half of December, Sixth Year of Nan Jing, the Yan army
left the capital of Great Rui. The marshal of the army, Prince Lie, led eighty
thousand lighthorses back first while the rest retreated slowly in the heavy
snowfall.
♚♔
Creeeeaaak.
The solid steel gates
swing open. A swarm of cavalrymen surge out, the hooves of their horses pound
heavily on the earth.
I have on a silver suit of
armour and a black robe while Heng Ziyu is wearing a black helmet with a white
feather. The two of us race on horseback through the path cleared by the
soldiers and out the city gates.
The sky is a hue of
greyish blue and hangs extremely low as if it is going to fall any moment. Tiny
snowflakes flutter down, tickling and freezing my bare skin taut along with the
brisk winds blowing across the plains.
Casting my gaze about, all
I see are corpses. They overlap over one another, their faces no longer
recognizable. Blanketed with a light layer of snow, they look like white mounds
of dirt. Their blood has dripped dry and has been sucked up by the crimson,
frozen ground below.
The well-trained steeds
stand still away from the piles of bodies.
A rich stench of rotting
flesh still exudes from the battlefield. Broken plates and mail lie scattered
about. Ghastly, white bones are showing through the degrading bodies. The death
toll is too high to imagine. Their spears are stuck in the earth, forming a
crooked forest of sorts.
There’s one near me with
its spearhead pointing skyward, still reflecting bone-chilling light, and
skewered on it is a head. The spearhead is buried deep in the broken neck and
blood flows down along the spear, dyeing the ground below maroon. The eyes are
still open as if it has witnessed the ruthless murder of this land.
A plot of land has been
cleared already before me and the soldiers are stacking the bodies and covering
them in tung oil. These stacks are numerous and the soldiers quietly stand
in a half-circle around it.
I raise my hand and crack
my whip.
They pitch the torches forth and fire rises up to swallow the pile of
bodies, painting the sky red as if it has caught on fire. The blaze turns the
many mounds of bodies into a mountain of fire and smoke. A nauseating odour of
burning corpses spreads with the smoke across the land.
I take the wine that is
served. I cast my voice out loudly after clearing my throat.
“You are the warriors of
Great Rui, the heroes of Great Rui! Your sacrifice shall be respected by the
generations to come and your stories shall forever be told. I thank you. Great Rui thanks you. The
world thanks you!”
“Your accomplishments
shall be remembered by everyone. I
shall care for your parents and adopt your wife and children. I ask that you all rest assured and
head on your way!”
Heng Ziyu and I share a
look before drinking the glass of wine in one gulp. I pick up another glass and
pour it out in an arc.
This adds a fragrant wisp
of wine into the cold air which is mixed with the stench of corpses and the coolness
of snow.
I look to the north
through the rising smoke at the six hundred li of plains and the most majestic
pass, South Hill Pass, and beyond that the ever-flowing Rope Hill Creek, and
finally the wild, boundless desert.
My emotions fluctuate as I
gaze northward and no one makes a sound.
Have you finally let go, Murong Yu?
If so, I hope you get everything that you want: hailing the land and
ruling the realm.
I’m just not sure what the two of us should do when that happens.
I hear a horse
approaching, its hooves beating on the ground. Its rider jumps off and hands a
military report on his palms. I take it and scan it quickly before tossing it
to Heng Ziyu calmly.
“Your Majesty?” he calls
out uncertainly.
“The last thirty thousand
Yan soldiers to leave have made camp north of Rope Hill Creek. It does not look
like they are going to return for the time being.” I chuckle while my chest
burns as if someone rubbed salt on a wound.
He opens it and only takes
a glimpse.
“Do You regret not giving
chase?”
I yank on the reins and
turn around. “I am just glad I have given my all.”
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ayszhang: RIP Rui soldiers...
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I refresh the page, and here's the chapter~ Finally, the last one ended at a cliffhanger, dammit XD
ReplyDeleteTime to read :3
Uno.
ReplyDeleteUh-oh it appears @PinkShippuden was just a second faster than you D:
ReplyDeleteXDDD *waits*
ReplyDeleteO, wow. And here I thought I was 1st. Well, it was a good try.
ReplyDeleteWar will always take the lives of many >.>
ReplyDelete"The nightmares have finally come to an end" Yes, yes they have... and we all hope it lasts v.vAll the deaths... I agree, R.I.P. Rui soldiers >.<
That speech, man, it was a good speech.
I feel such a burden off my shoulders after reading this, I don't really know why, and I don't mean it in the bad way XD
Like... after all the stuff that was going down, and although the story hasn't yet reached its conclusion, I feel much better XD
Thanks for translations~ Only a few chapters left! :O
T_T yeah. War = bad! Boooooo!
ReplyDelete.
Yeah, i know what you mean! The chapter did its job of "mourning" haha
OMG yeah!!! Only a few more left...*sniffles*
You're welcome~ <33
How long the peace going to last? Is YY still not leaving yet? If he haven't left yet, do you think that he will go back on MY's order not to attack, or do you think that maybe MY telling him to not attack for few days after he left so that HX & the rest of Rui to feel secure, safe & relax in believe that no eminent danger & cease fire peace term agreement then attack the unsuspecting HX & Rui?
ReplyDeleteAnd, what do ZH means when he said that HX do not feel regret of not giving a chase after the Yan's army or MY? Is he now suspecting something between HX & MY?
AZ thanks for the new chapter. Although, it is too early for the gore, deaths count & burning bodies. Oh well, at least it is a little peaceful. But, too eerie calmness now then 'BAM!' the screaming of death starting again, maybe?
Good questions. Without being biased (cuz I've read the story front to back like a kazillion times lol), I think it's safe to say Yuwen is with Murong to help him fight for the throne back home in Yan. The Blood Mounts are like the fiercest, most capable cavalry (and cavalry were the best before cannons and guns came along) so Murong wouldn't let them rest easy when he got his half-brothers plotting against him!
ReplyDelete.
Now that you mention it...Maybe Heng does suspect something?! But really, how many Rui soldiers are there left to fight... >_< even if they did a surprise attack I don't think they would've been much compared to the Yan army
yeaaaaay new series......thanks ayszhang
ReplyDeleteSo YY is with MY in going back to help MY fighting against his half-brothers then why MY didn't take all his soldiers back with him because I would think that every a little soldiers that he have with him will give him the strength, advantage & help him in his upcoming fighting.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Rui's army wouldn't last if the Yan's army attack but they would take some of Yan's soldiers along with them in death if there was a fighting going to be happening again. Maybe my thinking is too critical, you think?
Hmm true! He must have his reasons of leaving thirty thousand men *winkwink*nudgenudge*
ReplyDeleteNo I don't think you're being too critical. It's hard to guess what the other characters are thinking because we are only given the first person perspective so I think it's fair to be speculative haha. I think Heng is like head over heels for Han Xin by now. He's sure to know his own feelings after that kiss! And even promising his life to protect Han Xin!
uhmm, soo, this makes me forth, no medals for me ><
ReplyDelete>_< / you're welcome!
ReplyDeleteAwwww it's okay *hugs*
ReplyDeleteOh, you what? I'm going let my imagination goes wild & take a wild guess that MY will either die or gravelly injure in his struggle with his half-brothers.
ReplyDeleteYeah. I like that he showing a little backbone in showing his desire for HX but still I would like to have him showing more backbone instead of slinking away every time HX barked him.
ReplyDeleteWhy didn't he just rip HX's clothes off & have his way with HX while he at it since he already earned HX's irritation?
Thanx Az ...... New seriess???!!!!! 😍
ReplyDeleteNew series yay!
ReplyDeleteI can't wait : D
This chapter makes me kind of sad. I feel like Xin and Murong are separating for good and Xin will go back to being isolated and alone since he's finally drawing the line with Heng.
ReplyDeleteBut then I don't think Murong would give up taking over Rui that easily. He'll probably go back to Yan to get rid of his brothers then plot his invasion again lol. So maybe they'll meet again?
Can't wait to read the new project! Thanks for the translations : )
thanks ayszhang xx
ReplyDeleteYou should tell Heng that :3 Han Xin should just birthdaysuit it the whole way through to the end of the story ;D
ReplyDeleteYessss new story ;) I'm translating the sequel but I will translate the prequel in the future OvOb
ReplyDelete:D it's such a beautiful story~~~
ReplyDeleteXDDD Well, it's a temporary break for now. Murong is basically putting the invasion on pause in order to get the throne :3 Who knows what he might do after he gets the throne?!? *dundundun*
ReplyDeleteDX rotten flesh doesn't smell good at all!!! Ughhh
You're welcome ~
D': The chapter is called Mourning so it makes sense it's sad.
ReplyDelete:D it's a really beautiful story~~ I can't wait to get started
Welcome <3
ReplyDeleteI am so paranoid (I scoff at HX who thinks he has trust issues...he obviously has not met me before :P); I was sure that MY would just start attacking again, because we are very close to the end.
ReplyDeleteI still don't trust MY; he still has a strong desire to conquer and he left 30k
soldiers behind. I am not convinced that MY or someone of Yan would not make a surprise attack or return to pick up where they left after the power struggle in Yan has been dealt with. On the other hand he did agree to HX terms of leaving Rui alone..so we will see.
I would hesitate to clean up before the gates; it is a nice scare tactic for the Yan army to see the remains of their fallen comrades. And harder to traverse as well. On the other hand Rui probably does not want dead Yan in front of their gates nor their smell =/
But it might be that MY just shows his confidence leaving his soldier behind north of Rope Hill Creek;
“ I am willing to hand over the seven hundred li of land north of Rope Hill Creek on a silver platter on the day of Your ascension (..)”
That is what HX said. MY agreed to his terms. So perhaps he basically says, ‘I know I will get the throne, so why wait getting my promised piece of Rui?’.
I still feel like MY might end up dead, one way or another. I also wonder if the prostitute that fell in love with HX has already become a royal concubine and will be the one to bear him children (if HX lives, but I feel reasonable confident about that atm).
Yeah I agree that Murong is just showing his confidence :p Cocky SOB.
ReplyDeleteD: Why do u all think Murong is gonna die *sniffs*
Because HX is the hero and only person we follow through the main story; he can't just die ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd MY just seems to have the odds stacked against him more than HX. He seems like someone who is too aggressive and can't let go. Just like the silly 'I must conquer Rui' passion. He has no good reason to do so. The only ‘good’ reason I can think of, is if the country is on the brink of ruin and you feel like you could help them get it together again. And even in that case just taking over, with no support or input from Rui is morally wrong.
I wondered if he kept the soldiers at Rope Hill Creek so that when he has become emperor and/or disposed of the opposition he can just pick up the war where he left it. But I am not entirely convinced of that.
On the other hand, they might both survive, but forever separated. It is quite likely they will end up going their separate ways and will not be able to maintain any kind of relationship, for various reasons.
Yey!thanks. I would surely follow the next story!
ReplyDeleteBdw, i thought ull be going to other place and wont be able to update anymore?
The guy is too thin skin. He is a real pussy. OMG! The opportunity presents itself. Just say the hell with it, and take advantage of the situation because there are no 2nd chance for him, not if MY have something to say about it. He is not going to get HX love. So, might as well as get a physical taste out on HX's body (oh good grief, I'm such a bad person).
ReplyDeleteSo what if HX hate him afterward. You know what they say "love & hate are 2-sides on the same coin".
Nuuuuuuu!!! Murong Yu how could you do this to Xin!!! I felt like crying a little bit when I read the last part of this chapter T^T
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chappie😄 I'm just really looking forward to seeing more HanXinxMurong interactions (don't know if I should laugh or cry T.T) Is it true that C'S is almost ending T.T Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the new series!!😍 (Tbh I look forward to anything you guys translate 😣)
:D aww thank you~
ReplyDeleteYeah! I will be in China from June 29 to July 31. I will have to use VPN to crack the firewall so I won't be commenting as frequently as I would like. But Dairytea will post the translations for me ;)
Haha like @sorns said downstairs, Murong is just cocky ;p he knows he will get the throne, and subsequently the seven hundred li of land
ReplyDelete😨 Yeah...ch 41 will be the last chapter. There will be three more posts after ch 41 so the story will be complete in 6 weeks! So fast right! I started translating CS around this time last year! Oh how time has passed.
ReplyDelete;) I know. I just have great taste hehe ✌🏼😎✌🏼️
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ReplyDeleteXDDD Oh geez, you are! But I still love you~
ReplyDeleteYou're right. But Murong is in Han Xin's heart...I don't think it's possible for Han Xin to give up on Murong that easily...
We'll find out why he left 30k there in ch 40 ;D which I'm translating right now~~~
ReplyDeleteI won't comment on the rest TAT
WHAT?! THAT FAST?! D-d-does that mean no more MurongxHanXin?!!!!!!! I was hoping for a loooot of sweet moments before the series ends NOOOOOOO T.T
ReplyDeleteWell, I only posted those pics for Grave Robbers because they were actually of the characters! If you wanna see more pics you should follow our Tumblr/FB/Twitter because we post pics along with each post! ;D
ReplyDeleteToT Well, ch 40 and 41 will be smutty if that makes anything better
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