TRT -Chapter 63 Ending B

Ah… well, the past couple of days, I got completely absorbed in Gokusen and couldn’t tear myself away, so, so… there were no updates… sweat… But, today is absolutely a feast! Enough words to make up for two or three days! Nearly ten thousand characters…

Basically, if you like comedy and can’t stand tragedy, you can treat this as the ending. Because beyond this point… it’s going to get cruel, bloody, and full of suffering, hahaha (someone stop her…)

The remaining part will be finished before school starts (bows…)

Alright, enough chit-chat!

Lavender, violets, chamomile, lavender… all accounted for! Oh, wait, let me check… we still haven’t bought the vervain… I studied the little slip of paper in my hand.

“Nana, let’s go to the West Market… hmm? Where is everyone?” I looked around and finally spotted someone completely engrossed at the crowded fur stall…_Seriously, who was it that cried and yelled at me before, saying it was too dangerous to sneak into the Wangbei Pass market? And now they’re even more excited than me… Women, you can never resist the lure of shopping…

“Young Mistress, come see! These little furs are really delicate. Look at this ochre one—wouldn’t it make a lovely little wrist muff?” Nana’s eyes sparkled as she waved two furs in front of me.

I shook my head helplessly. “Sigh… Nana, can’t you show a little restraint? Don’t we already have enough top-grade furs in the clan? Why do you act like you haven’t seen furs for eight hundred years… Oh! This golden one is so cute! And this long black one matches your red dress perfectly! Look, look…” (You’re no better yourself…_)

“Young Mistress, winter is coming soon. Why don’t we buy a bit more, some scarves and hats to prepare?” Nana’s eyes were sparkling as she glanced at me, then immediately self-approved the proposal and dove into the fur-buying crowd… That posture, that spirit, it’s just like my mother fighting over discounted eggs at Carrefour back in the day!

I watched busy Nana and smiled foolishly for a while, then suddenly felt a twinge of melancholy…

Looking up at the vast northern sky, another crisp late autumn… The chaos and absurdity of the spring Bazar Festival were still fresh in my mind, and now half a year had already passed… This year on the grasslands—its first half spent following Bai Mao in campaigns across the north and south, the latter half managing palace affairs for Bai Mao, planning and strategizing, ruling, and securing the land—though Bai Mao chose the big plans, and I was merely a supporting role, looking back, I still felt a surge of pride, as if I had accomplished something!

The people around me—whether it was Bai Mao, who pampered me while teasing me, the free-spirited warriors of the Chasing Wind Tribe, the laughing girls, or even the wrinkled old women outside the palace watching the horses—made me feel warm, genuine, and at ease. People often say human relationships are cold, the world is cruel, but this so-called “backward” grassland people have preserved the purest, truest, simplest emotions intact.

If enjoying a luxurious, advanced life means trusting no one but yourself, and smiling at everyone while secretly sharpening your knife… then to hell with scheming! To hell with deceit! To hell with cold indifference! I love this “backward” place!!

It was the busiest, most intense year, yet also the most relaxed and happiest year I’ve had in this world… Counting the years, I’ve been transmigrated here for over three years. The half-year at Cangchun Tower, all alone, penniless, relying solely on myself, was undoubtedly the most exhausting.

Life at the Luo Prince’s Mansion—though luxurious, with fine clothes and food, living among a houseful of women ready to trip me up at any moment—was unbearable for me. I’m not the kind of expert at subtle, bloodless intrigues like in The Golden Branch and Wicked Fate, so that life was stifling, even with Luo Cheng and Madam Qingqing around.

After leaving the Luo Prince’s Mansion, a year of adventuring across the Jianghu was the most bizarre: robberies, floods, assassinations, kidnappings, cults, poisonings… and I even met a fellow transmigrator! That’s not just luck! The odds of transmigrating are low—landing in the same world even lower—coming from China, even lower—and, wow, a handsome guy transmigrating? (Not the point)… Having them by my side made life lighter, after all, it’s frustrating when most people can’t understand you. Sigh… a soulmate is enough, but now he’s already married his beauty, the couple wandering the world freely, leaving me behind… Recently I heard of Divine Doctors and Martial Lovers making waves in the west, pfft! Just the cheap name gave it away! If I had adventured the Jianghu with Bai Mao, our team’s name would have been far classier! Something like… hmm… Magical Pokémon, Flower-Crushing Duo, Northern Rising… (△Yeah, better not…)

It’s been several years since I transmigrated. I don’t know how my parents are doing. At first, I thought about them every day. Later, with constant dangers and disasters, I didn’t think about them as much… I’m such an ungrateful brat… But knowing my parents’ earning ability, the money saved from my schooling and dowry should let them live comfortably. Yet thinking of them growing old and lonely at home… TT (Author: don’t feel guilty, your parents will probably get a cat or dog to keep them entertained…_).

I don’t know if the time in these two worlds is synchronized. My time was stagnant until this spring, but after being intimate with Bai Mao, the frozen time in my body seems to have started flowing again! My hair grew fast, though I cut it short to maintain my style; my wounds heal normally now—a great thing! My period returned as usual… This, you know, in the ancient era without An’erle or Sophie, was… But the good thing is I can use this as an excuse to stop Bai Mao from being a beast every night, hahaha…; Yet the worst is that I can no longer stay youthful forever! Ah Bai Mao! Give me back my blossoming youth! (Age is not youth anymore…_).

Sighing to the sky, I decided: I’ll do it myself, preserve my beauty, and continue my face-mask ingredient shopping expedition… Pulling Nana along to buy honey for moisturizing, health, nourishing Yin, enhancing Yang, and milk—the beauty secret women have cherished for thousands of years! Ancient times had no instant-effect skincare like Nivea, but… pure, natural, additive-free, unlimited milk supply, ahhh, the vast grasslands, the fragrance of milk, xx milk renowned far and wide!

Just as I was fondling the adorable jars of honey at the shop, basking in impossible happiness, a group of sleazy ruffians appeared…

They strutted arrogantly through the market, then set their sights on us, putting on even sleazier faces, swaggering toward us… Oh no, are they here to harass us? (Why am I so excited by your tone…_?)

In fact, they were harassing, but not us—they bumped me aside and went straight for my beautiful Nana!

I instantly got furious!

People around avoided them, Nana paled but stood firm. Only I, scowling and trembling, grabbed the ruffian’s shoulder, gritting my teeth:

“Explain yourself…!”

“What?” the little ruffian tried to intimidate me with his eyes.

“You… why aren’t you harassing me?! Huh?!”

“…What…?” The ruffian froze.

Everyone: …

Nana came up, rolling her eyes, trying to drag me away…

“No! I’m not leaving! You clueless fools! Explain yourselves! What’s wrong with me that you don’t harass me?! Huh?! Even if I’m not as pretty as Nana, at least I have my own charm, though I’m not confident… You harassing only one of us hurts a woman’s pride! Don’t you understand?! Didn’t you hear my self-esteem shatter into pieces, floating in the wind?! I beg you, if you’re perverts, be professional! Even perverts have ethics! Don’t you know that?! You…!” …Punching, kicking, waving arms, and cursing…

And just like that, a group of ruffians froze with their mouths wide open, letting Nana and me leave…

After dragging ourselves over a hundred meters, the ruffian leader suddenly snapped out of it: “Don’t let them go! Stop those two girls!”

A group of “revived” ruffians pounced like wolves…

Everything happened in an instant.

I didn’t see clearly what exactly happened, but after I hid Nana behind me and took a martial stance, the circle of ruffians was already lying obediently on the ground… Huh? What happened? What happened?

“Minmin, are you alright?” A somewhat familiar male voice rang from behind.

I turned around. Sunlight was blocked by his tall, grown figure. Squinting, I looked up at him on horseback: still flawlessly handsome, no—now, truly striking. Years in the military had honed him into a weapon of precision and presence, like a refined sword tempered in fire and blood, a deadly weapon! The only unchanged thing: eyes holding starlight and moonlight, though perhaps in some ways they’ve changed the most…

“…Shou’er? No, I should call you General Xiao now.” I smiled. Xiao Shou frowned in displeasure, “Minmin, don’t change it. I like it when you call me Shou’er.”

Huh? Who used to refuse to call him that out of annoyance? Taste really does improve with time… I scratched my head and said, “I don’t mind… But won’t it affect your authority in the army?” I pointed at the disciplined, well-trained soldiers behind him. Xiao Shou glanced back, and everyone had the expression: I didn’t see anything, I didn’t hear anything, I really don’t want to die! …Forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything…

“Minmin, what are you doing here… just shopping?”

“Of course! The annual autumn market—how could I miss such a perfect outing? Hehehe… I found so many good things!”

Xiao Shou pursed his lips and smiled, his gaze softening: “Minmin… you really haven’t changed…”

“Huh?”

He quickly changed the topic: “Did you get hurt just now?”

I shook my head. They didn’t even get a chance to do anything before you took care of them. And even if we fought, they wouldn’t necessarily beat me—Bai Mao taught me many moves this past year.

“Where are you heading next? Come with me; it’ll be safer, and I can make sure no scoundrels bother you!” His fierce gaze swept the line of ruffians on the ground… I saw nothing, I saw nothing…

“No, we’re just casually wandering.” I quickly refused. Seeing the sudden dimming of his eyes, I felt a bit cold and distant, after all, it’s been so long since we last met… “Uh… then, shall we head to the West Market together? We can catch up; it’s been a long time since we talked.” I smiled apologetically.

“Two years and seven months.” He said slowly from horseback.

His gaze was piercing, too much in it for me to bear, so I turned away. Thinking of his confession all those years ago, my heart churned again… But after so long, he should have cooled off, right? Suddenly, I felt agreeing to ride with him might not be a good idea…

Xiao Shou lifted me onto the horse. Normally, sharing a horse could be risky!

“Shou’er, I can walk.”

“The West Market isn’t near; riding is faster… Don’t you want to return earlier?”

Alright, for an early return… “But Nana, she…”

“Miss, miss, my foot seems to have been twisted in the chaos…”

“What?! Serious? Does it hurt? Let me see…”

Xiao Shou pressed me gently and said slowly: “Twisted? Perfect. Hei Pi, take a small team to escort this Miss Nana to the camp to rest. Make sure a military doctor checks her.”

“Yes!” And with efficiency, he whisked my Nana away… even scrambling to carry her, beautiful women are universally loved… Not now to admire! He left me alone, and “perfect” with that smile on his lips? I increasingly felt agreeing to ride with him was not a good idea…

“Well, in that case, I won’t shop either. Better to take Nana back to the clan to see the doctor…”

“To the clan?” Xiao Shou’s gaze grew cold. “Minmin, you’ve already… yes… you’ve become the lady of the grasslands… Hmph! Don’t worry, the military doctor is skilled. It’s only a minor injury; by the time we return, it should be fine… Let’s go!” He flicked the reins and urged the horse…

Yes, she should be fine, I should be fine too…

Xiao Shou held my waist with one hand and the reins with the other. Logically, nothing improper, but perhaps because a boy has grown into a man, Xiao Shou now feels so unfamiliar. His hand on my waist is no longer the delicate fingers from before, but strong, skilled from archery and martial arts, radiating heat onto me, making me extremely uncomfortable! His steady, deep breathing behind my neck—is that how martial artists breathe? I suddenly felt the man holding me was like Bai Mao, and my whole body stiffened… I need to say something to ease this awkwardness!

“Shou… Shou’er, why are you back? Weren’t you supposed to support the Fourth Prince in the south?” That spring, after the Big Fox returned from the grasslands, he suddenly declared war on Emperor Mingxi! And it’s been ongoing… I don’t know the outcome…

“The Weiyang Sect has formally allied with us. The major situation is settled; taking Changle is only a matter of time. So His Highness sent me north to stabilize the situation for the handover.”

“Weiyang Sect…” Is it still under Luo Cheng? Or has it passed to Luo Chuan? Who allied with the Big Fox? How’s Luo Cheng now? Ah… forget it, asking him won’t tell me. Probably, most people don’t even know Luo Cheng exists.

“That’s right,” Xiao Shou’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, “The emperor tried to cultivate the Wuji Sect to control Weiyang, but it was crushed before it could form. Now he is beset on all sides, betrayed by all, his situation hopeless!”

Beset and betrayed, hopeless? Well, he wasn’t necessarily bad as emperor; winners write history, right? But the Big Fox is so clever, probably not a bad emperor… But Wuji Sect—just thinking of them makes my already healed wounds ache! Sigh, the worst wounds always came with cults, and they even ruined my roasted whole lamb when I was starving! (You remember?) Destroyed… Hmm, well done, Weiyang Sect! (Such a petty guy)

“Wait, Shou’er, is it really okay for you to tell me all this? Technically, I’m an outsider now, right? Whoa! Why did you suddenly slam on the brakes?!”

Shou suddenly pulled hard on the reins and stopped the horse. He stared at me silently—fixedly, intensely.

T-that look… Don’t tell me it’s affection?!
H-he’s not about to confess again, is he?!
I-I-I’m a married woman now!
I-I-I’m not planning (and don’t dare) to have an affair!!

“Minmin…”
“Waaah! Don’t say it!”

“You’re special…”
“Don’t say sweet things like that! Don’t look at me so deeply! I can’t take it! Stop coming closer! Don’t hug me!! Don’t press down on me!!! Aaaaaah!!!”

My vision went dark…

Reader: “Did they kiss?”
Author: “Wrong. She fainted.”
Everyone: “Useless…” …

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a white mosquito net. For a moment, I thought I’d returned to my modern dorm room, but I quickly denied that possibility.

This was a carved antique rosewood bed.

Beside me, a shriveled old man in ancient clothes was holding my wrist and taking my pulse. Shou and Nana and the others stood nervously behind him.

So he’s the army doctor.

I looked at him again and suddenly felt something was off.

Wait. I’ve seen this old man before!

Where? Where? Where?

My mental “name register” flipped rapidly—
Snap! Wrong book! That was the handsome-guys list. Switch to the extras list!

Right!

He was the old man who had crawled out of a rice jar back then, helped me escape from the Tianzu Temple, and wrote a character on my hand that I couldn’t recognize!

“You…!” I exclaimed.

The old man immediately pressed down on my pulse point subtly and made a “shh” gesture.

Does this guy appear everywhere? Who is he, really?

At least he’s never tried to hurt me. Could it be that the author hasn’t figured out his backstory yet and just put him in for mystery?
(Author: I’ll kick you!)

Using his back to block others’ view, he slowly wrote a character on my hand.

This time, I saw it clearly.

It was “Luo.”

He’s from Weiyang Sect?

Why is he in Big Fox’s army camp? And acting so secretive—was he planted here?

“What’s wrong?” Shou asked, frowning.

I stayed silent.

Ever since that night on the cliff, I’d felt I’d treated Luo Cheng too harshly. Because of that guilt, I didn’t want to make trouble for people from Weiyang Sect.

If I exposed him now, it would cause a huge stir.

Before I could say anything, the doctor suddenly spoke—and completely, utterly, mercilessly shocked everyone present.

“Hmm, Miss, you are pregnant.”

“…What… did he just say?!”

“About two months. The pulse is unstable, but I’m certain. You fainted because your qi and blood are too weak. You haven’t been eating well lately, have you? And your sleep hasn’t been good…”

He kept rambling calmly, completely ignoring everyone’s changing expressions.

Nana, beaming, pushed past Shou’s dark face and rushed to my bedside, grabbing my hand excitedly.

“Great! This is wonderful! Young Madam! The Young Master will be thrilled! Our tribe’s little prince is coming!!”
(How do you know it’s a boy?!)
(No! Calm down! It’s only two months!)

Shou clenched his fists, making terrifying cracking sounds.

As for me, I fell into deep confusion:

Why? Why?!

Aren’t pregnant women in comics, movies, Korean dramas, and Japanese dramas supposed to vomit everywhere as a signal saying “Ta-da, I’m pregnant!”?

I didn’t feel nauseous at all!

Is this guy a quack?
Or is there some conspiracy?

But… claiming pregnancy is something easily verified. What kind of scheme could that be?

So… it’s real?

“Minmin…” Shou pushed Nana aside and sat next to me, holding my hand with a complicated expression.

“I was so stupid. I made you wait five years… How could heaven let a girl like you wait silently? I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let you wait. I should’ve spent my life chasing after you… I should’ve been the one waiting…”

“Shou’er?”
Seeing his eyes turn red, I panicked.

He lifted his head and returned to his usual tone.

“Minmin, the doctor said you’re weak because you don’t eat properly. Don’t tell me… you’ve been skipping dinner and just eating apples to lose weight again?”

“Ahahaha…” I scratched my head awkwardly.
“I thought I’d gained weight…”

“Take good care of yourself…”
He gently patted my head.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Someone forced their way in. The door was kicked open, and a group of people in Chasing Wind Tribe clothes rushed in.

Was it White Hair? That fast?!

“General Xiao, I heard two girls from our tribe were brought here. I was worried, so I barged in. My apologies.”

No apology at all.

Tall figure, cold handsome face…

It was—

“Second Master?!”

Right, he was in charge of negotiations. It made sense.

“Minmin…”
Why are you looking at me like I cheated?!

Shou withdrew his hand and stood up.

Well… fair enough.

Shou explained officially.

The Second Master replied politely.

Fake smiles all around.

Watching them was exhausting.

So I said slowly:

“Um… Second Master, I think I’m pregnant.”

“…!!!”

His expression was priceless.

After a long silence, he ordered a carriage.

Then he said sincerely:

“She should return to the tribe to rest.”

Shou hesitated but couldn’t object.

Soon, the carriage was ready.

The Second Master picked me up and carried me out.

“My shoes—!”

“Don’t move.”

He put me gently into the soft carriage.

I rolled around happily.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

That night, in the palace…

I pushed away the overenthusiastic White Hair.

“White Hair, I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“….”

Freeze frame: one minute.

“Hey! Say something! I’m carrying your kid!”

Suddenly, he burst into laughter and hugged me tightly.

The world became beautiful.

Sunshine. Birds. Flowers.

Everything was wonderful.

White Hair told the head eunuch:

“Minmin is pregnant.”

“I understand,” he said.
“From now on: no fighting, no climbing trees, no swimming, no wrestling with Shaozi, and… three meals of tonic soup every day. No objections.”

“I don’t want it!!!”

My wail echoed through the palace.

On the highest roof, a fox-wolf stretched, shook its fur, raised its head, and howled:

“Woo—woo—woo!”

“…Someone translate that, please!”