“Quack ……” A slightly mournful caw woke Mo Wuji up, he raised his head just in time to see a crow flying over his head alone, and soon disappeared without a trace along with that mournful caw.
Where am I? Mo Wuji suddenly felt something strange. He seemed to be sitting on top of a newly piled up low grave mound, and in front of him, there were also seven or eight children kneeling east to west. A young girl in a broken blue dress was standing beside him with a bamboo basket.
Just as Mo Wuji was in a state of shock, he suddenly heard the young girl beside him softly say, “Everyone is so good, we’ve run out of sweets today, so we’ll play here, remember to keep coming back to play tomorrow.”
This is playing the game of the emperor going to court? Why is this scene so familiar?
Mo Wuji’s heart was shocked, wasn’t this exactly the same as what happened to that Murong Fu in the novel in the end? Murong Fu ended up going crazy in order to restore his country, his childhood sweetheart’s beautiful cousin Wang Yuyan ran away with someone else, and in the end, there was only a maid, Abi, accompanying him. The scene in front of me is exactly what happened to Murong Fu when he finally went crazy with no hope of restoring his country, and Abigail called a lot of children to accompany him to play the children’s game after restoring his country.
“Long live my king, my king goodbye, come back tomorrow to eat candy oh ……” After a burst of messy words, the children dispersed.
As far as Mo Wuji’s gaze reached, he saw several handsome young men and women walking past not far away. When his gaze landed on the purple-skirted woman amongst them, for a moment, he even forgot about his situation, and in his heart, he just marvelled that there was actually such a beautiful woman.
That purple-skirted girl’s gaze also landed on Murong Fu’s body, her eyes revealing a complex expression, there was sympathy as well as some barely discernible disappointment. A few other young handsome men and women seemed to have murmured a few words at him, before they gradually walked away while laughing.
Not right ……
Mo Wuji suddenly thought of a horrible outcome, could it be that I died and resurrected and then was really reborn into Murong Fu’s body? Is there really such a thing as soul travelling in this world?
And why did my soul cross over? And what was I doing before this?
When he thought of this, Mo Wuji’s heart was a throbbing pain. He finally recalled that after he had researched the medicinal liquid to open up his meridians, that lover Xia Ruoyin, who he could give his life for, had given him a knife from behind. When he thought of Xia Ruoyin’s knife, sadness filled Mo Wuji’s body and mind ……
A sharp headache prevented him from continuing to think about it, and a mess of information filled Mo Wuji’s mind. A full hour or two passed before Mo Wuji figured out what was going on.
This wasn’t the Song Dynasty, and he wasn’t reborn into Murong Fu’s body.
This wasn’t even Earth, the place he was in was Raozhou, the capital of the Cheng Yu Kingdom, and his original identity was the son of a county king called Bei Qin, his name was Mo Xinghe. The reason why he was given the name Mo Xinghe by his old man was because Cheng Yu Country was a lord country under the Xing Han Empire, and the name was completely orientated towards the Xing Han Empire.
How big this area was, Mo Xinghe’s memories had no concept of it. He only knew that the Xinghan Empire was not the only empire, and that under every empire there were many lorddoms, and under every lorddom there were many county lorddoms.
The Bei Qin County State that he was originally in was the one that the Cheng Yu Lordship State belonged to, and the Cheng Yu Lordship State in turn belonged to the Xing Han Empire.
Nineteen years ago, after Mo Xinghe’s grandfather, Mo Tiancheng, the lord of North Qin County went to Raozhou, the capital of Cheng Yu, there was no more news. North Qin county country naturally can’t be without a lord, but a county country’s lord needs to be recognised by the lord’s king before he can do so.
If Mo Tiancheng hadn’t suddenly disappeared, he could have directly passed the throne to his children and grandchildren, and then just reported it to the lord country he was in. Now that Mo Tiancheng had disappeared and hadn’t had the time to pass on the throne, then the next successor to the throne of the Northern Qin County Kingdom would have to personally go to the lord country where he was located and be recognised by the lord country ruler where he was located in person.
Because of this, Mo Xinghe’s parents brought the newly born Mo Xinghe to Raozhou, one in order to investigate Mo Tiancheng’s whereabouts, and also Mo Xinghe’s father, Mo Guangyuan, in order to be recognised by the Lord Chengyu Kingdom, to inherit the throne of the Northern Qin County Kingdom.
The succession was originally very simple, but I didn’t expect it to be hindered by many parties. Mo Xinghe’s parents scattered countless money, after more than ten years of running around, still could not inherit the throne of North Qin County.
Mo Xinghe’s parents finally died of illness in Raozhou City, Mo Xinghe inherited his father Mo Guangyuan’s obsession, bent on inheriting the Northern Qin County State. But as Mo Xinghe’s parents died, the Mo family’s favours in Raozhou were exhausted. The young Mo Xinghe ran around for a few more years to no avail, and went completely insane after learning that the Northern Qin County Kingdom was taken away by Lord Cheng Yu, and was eventually reborn back by Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji also learnt who the purple skirted woman he saw earlier was, the purple skirted woman was called Wen Manzhu, her father was a Marquis of Cheng Yu Kingdom, and Mo Xinghe’s parents were close friends. When Mo Xinghe’s parents first came to Cheng Yu country, they still had a certain status. So the two families are very close, Mo Xinghe and Wen Manzhu is a childhood sweetheart, although not set doll marriage, everyone defaulted to the two will grow up together.
With the disappearance of the Mo family’s chance to inherit the county, Mo Xinghe’s parents’ illness and death, and finally Mo Xinghe’s madness, the Wen family forgot about Mo Xinghe. After growing up, Wen Manzhu also slowly distanced herself from Mo Xinghe, and turned to get close to other sons of the family.
Two tears fell on the back of Mo Wuji’s hand that was resting on his knee, Mo Wuji raised his head and saw the forlorn face with a scar, this young girl in tears seemed to be even younger in age than his current body.
This young girl was naturally not Abi, but was called Smokey. This was the only person who followed him straight to his side, with the status of a mere maidservant. It could be said that if it wasn’t for Smokey, it would not have been possible to wait for him, Mo Wuji, to be reborn over, and the original one, Mo Xinghe, would have died for who knows how long.
Apart from a scar on her face, Smokey’s face was pale, her hair was sparse and yellow, and she completely lacked the kind of vigour of a youthful teenager. Obviously, this was caused by malnutrition.
It’s still not right ah, Mo Wuji shot a jolt. The Mo family was at least a county king family, even if Mo Xinghe’s father was not able to inherit the county king position, he would not be so poor and sick to die in Raozhou. Wouldn’t he leave Raozhou to go back first? Or could it be that there was no one from the Northern Qin County Kingdom to escort or send money?
There was definitely a problem here.
Seeing Mo Wuji look up at himself, Smokey wiped her slightly red eyes and softly said, “Your Majesty, can we leave the court now?”
Mo Wuji looked down at the yellow earth bag below him, and in his heart, he was not only sighing for Smokey, but also for this predecessor. This kind of childish game, Smokey still had to get this kind of approval to exit the dynasty every time she took him away.
However, Mo Wuji quickly threw this sigh aside, the one he should be sighing for the most was himself. He didn’t know if he should be glad that he didn’t die even after being so backstabbed, or if he should be sad that the person who backstabbed him was his most important lover, or if he should be sad that he would never be able to return to Earth again.
“Your Majesty, it’s already dark ……” Seeing that Mo Wuji didn’t say a word for a long time, Smokey who was standing beside Mo Wuji once again spoke carefully.
Mo Wuji looked at the remnants of the sun that had already set from the tops of the trees in the distance, not knowing whether he was thinking of Mo Xinghe from before or lamenting his own fate, he sighed and said, “Go back ……”
He saw Smokey’s astonished gaze and was not in any mood to explain, so he could only sigh again, “Retire from the dynasty ……”
After saying that he wanted to stand up and pat the yellow soil on his body, the long time sitting on the ground with his knees crossed made his legs a little numb, good thing that the smoke child beside him held him in time.
Being supported by Smokey slowly walked out of the sparse woods, Mo Wuji was also sorting out some of the only things left in his mind.
“I don’t know what kind of world this is ……,” Mo Wuji muttered to himself after the two of them walked in silence for several minutes.
“Your Majesty, what did you say just now?” Smokey didn’t understand Mo Wuji’s words and hurriedly asked.
Mo Wuji shook his head, “Smokey, from now on, don’t call me King, just call me by my name.”
In the future, he would be living with Smokey, so he would have to explain after all.
“Young master, you’ve recovered greatly?” Smokey, who was carrying the bamboo basket, surprisedly grabbed Mo Wuji’s hand and asked, the teardrops turning in her eyes and the whitened but trembling fingers told Mo Wuji just how excited she was at this moment.
Mo Wuji hesitated slightly and smiled, ”Maybe it’s not well enough to be complete, many things have been forgotten. But I won’t be like before, dreaming dreams that only idiots do.”
Mo Wuji was afraid that he would reveal himself, so he simply said that he hadn’t healed completely yet.
“Then …… “Smokey’s voice trembled, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t dare to say it.
Mo Wuji naturally knew what Smokey meant, she wanted to ask him if he was still going to come and play this children’s game tomorrow, and was afraid that once he mentioned going to the court it would cause him to relapse again.
Patting the back of Smokey’s hand, Mo Wuji smiled, “Your Majesty I’ve already done it and don’t think it’s much fun, I don’t need to come tomorrow, it’s better to think about how to live tomorrow.”
Smokey suddenly dropped the bamboo basket in her hands, ‘flopped’ and knelt on the ground, tears welled up, and she joined her hands and kept muttering to the distance.
