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Dreams of Dragon City
墨書 Inktalez
My name is Murong Yao, I am the princess of Later Yan. I must look quite disheveled now, don't I?
Not only are my hands and feet bound, my hair is a mess, and my whole body is dirty. Currently, I am trapped in this crude wooden cage with my maid Xiao Hong.
My father is Murong Bao, the emperor of Later Yan. In this war, I was captured because I couldn't escape in time.
It's puzzling that the emperor of Northern Wei, Tuoba Gui, did not immediately order my execution. Could it be that he wants to use me as leverage against my father? I furrowed my brow, filled with doubt.
However, for me, these earthly conflicts are actually not important at all. What really concerns me is when I can return to the immortal realm.
Murong Yao closed his eyes and cursed inwardly.
"It's all the fault of that damn Master Xuan Hua Emperor Lord! Why did he have to descend to the mortal realm to face the tribulation, and insist on bringing me along? As a result, I, 'Shangguan Yaochi,' ended up in this miserable state."
In the narrow and bumpy carriage, Murong Yao leaned against the hard wooden wall, her eyes filled with a hint of blurred consciousness. The dim light seeped through the crack in the curtain, shining on her haggard yet still elegant face. The dirt and bloodstains on her face could not conceal her noble temperament, like a lotus still blooming in the mud.
With the rhythm of the horse's hooves, her thoughts drifted to the distant Tahe Mountain, and the time she spent with Xuan Hua Emperor Lord seemed particularly clear and precious at this moment.
In the midst of slumber, in that distant and mysterious fairyland, every leaf, every flower, and even every drop of dew on Tahe Mountain seemed to be recounting memories of days gone by.
In Murong Yao's heart, the image of Tahe Mountain involuntarily surfaced, where everything was a beautiful memory. She had spent many nostalgic moments there with Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, but at this moment, her heart was bound by the cruelty of reality, unable to soar to that fairyland in her heart.
She is now locked in a crude wooden cage with her maid, Xiao Hong, tightly bound with ropes, making it almost impossible for her to move.
Her hair was disheveled, and her face and clothes were covered in mud and bloodstains. Although she was draped in a robe, the gaps in the wooden cage on her body allowed her to vaguely see the outside world, which had become unfamiliar and indifferent.
Suddenly, the jolting of the carriage startled her awake from her dream. Murong Yao lifted her head and saw the anxious look in her maid's eyes. She smiled slightly, trying to ease the maid's worries.
"Princess, are you okay?" Xiao Hong asked in a hushed tone, her face showing a worried expression. She carefully approached Murong Yao, attempting to wipe the dirt off the princess's face with her sleeve.
Murong Yao took a deep breath and then shook her head slightly. "I'm fine, just feeling a bit frustrated," she said. A determined light flashed in her eyes. Although her body was trapped, her heart and willpower remained free.
Gently stroking the hand of the maid, Murong Yao comforted, "Don't worry, Xiao Hong, there will always be a way."
Murong Yao couldn't help but recall her farewell with her father, Murong Bao, just now. At that time, she was full of anxiety and worry, but fortunately, her father had successfully escaped. And now, she finally understood that no matter if one is immortal or mortal, the changing of fate is always difficult to avoid.
"Princess..." Xiao Hong said tearfully, but had no words to respond.
As the carriage continued to bump along, Murong Yao's thoughts drifted once again to a distant fairyland. But at this moment, she was no longer the lotus fairy who was proficient in the ways of immortals, but a mortal girl trapped in the realities of the human world.
When the boundary between the divine and the mortal becomes blurred, her heart becomes clearer, and love and hate, gain and loss, gradually become clear in this mundane world.
Not long ago, on the battlefield between Later Yan and Northern Wei, smoke filled the air, swords gleamed, and the scene of wailing and roaring intertwined to create a hell on earth. Later Yan's princess Murong Yao stood on a small hill, her gaze sharp and unwavering.
In order to protect her, the guards fought desperately with the soldiers of Northern Wei, but in the end, none of them survived.
"Princess, we must retreat!" a loyal Later Yan general shouted with a hint of despair in his eyes.
Murong Yao tightly gripped her precious sword, took a deep breath, and showed no fear in her eyes. "Retreat? That would be an insult to the soldiers who have already sacrificed."
The general hung his head in despair, knowing that it was useless to say anything to the princess. Immediately, the Later Yan general was struck and killed by a rocket.
At that moment, soldiers from Northern Wei surged forward like a flood, their eyes filled with madness and murderous intent. One of the soldiers shouted, "It's been a long time since we've seen a woman. Capture all of them except the princess and do whatever you want with them!"
A cry of despair rang out as the maids and servants of Later Yan were roughly dragged by the soldiers of Northern Wei. Xiao Hong, the maid of Murong Yao, tightly held onto Murong Yao's hand, her eyes filled with fear.
"Princess, what should we do?" Xiao Hong asked, trembling.
Murong Yao glanced at Xiao Hong and smiled slightly, "Perhaps this is all fate. But even so, we cannot give up."
Suddenly, a soldier from Northern Wei approached Murong Yao and Xiao Hong with a sly smile, "Hehe, this time we've caught a big fish."
Murong Yao pulled out the short sword from her waist in an instant, piercing the soldier's throat with one swift motion. The soldier's eyes showed an expression of disbelief as he fell to the ground.
"Don't think just because you're a princess, we won't dare to do anything to you!" another Northern Wei soldier gritted his teeth and attacked with his sword.
Murong Yao dodged lightly, then struck back with a sword, cutting down the opponent, "You are not worth my fear."
"Everyone, take note, this woman is skilled, do not underestimate her!" shouted a lieutenant of Northern Wei.
The soldiers surrounded them, but Murong Yao moved among them like a nimble fox, her short sword taking lives as she went. However, the numerical disadvantage began to wear her down, and eventually an arrow struck her right arm.
With a soft sigh, Murong Yao fell to the ground. A Northern Wei soldier walked over and stepped on her face, grinning, "So what if you're a princess? You're still under our feet. Although the emperor ordered us to bring you back, he didn't say we couldn't harm you."
The enemy soldier suddenly got hit in the arm by an arrow and fell to the ground. "How could this happen? I'm one of our own! Who's the idiot that shot me?" he roared in pain.
Suddenly, another arrow flew swiftly and struck the soldier in the chest. He looked in terror at the arrow in his chest and could no longer speak.
"Who is it?" The lieutenant roared at the sight.
At this moment, a general from the Northern Wei appeared, with a hint of unusual light flashing in his eyes.
After seeing the newcomer, the lieutenant immediately knelt down and dared not say anything more. "General, please forgive my great disrespect," he said.
The Northern Wei general glanced at him and said coldly, "Take them all away."
Murong Yao looked directly at the general in front of her, a hint of a cold smile on her lips. In this cruel war, even if one was once a deity, what difference did it make after being reincarnated as a human? Everyone still had to face the choice between life and death.
However, she was not afraid. Even in the mortal world, she would ultimately face it without hesitation. Her eyes gleamed as she stared at the Northern Wei general in front of her.
Northern Wei The general dismounted and walked towards Murong Yao after seeing her expression. Then he grabbed Murong Yao's chin with one hand, pinched her neck, and lifted her up.
"Princess!" the maidservants exclaimed.
"You're not afraid of me? No one has ever dared to look at me with such eyes. Do you know who I am?" the general said.
Murong Yao bit her lip tightly, not allowing herself to show any weakness. She gasped and said, "I... don't know, and I don't want to know. But I know... you won't easily kill me."
The general smiled slightly, released her chin, and then turned to the lieutenant, saying, "Interesting, bring them back to the camp tent. They can't die on the way, I want them alive."
The lieutenant quickly replied, "Yes, General!" and then ordered the soldiers to take Murong Yao and the other maids away.
Murong Yao was tied up and thrown into a crude wooden cage along with Xiao Hong and other maids. The atmosphere inside the cage was extremely oppressive, but Murong Yao remained calm as usual.
Nervously, Xiao Hong glanced at Murong Yao and asked in a low voice, "Princess, are you okay?"
Murong Yao gave a slight smile and comfortingly patted Xiao Hong's hand, saying, "Don't worry, Xiao Hong, I'm fine."
At that moment, the Northern Wei general walked over and stood outside the wooden cage, locking eyes with Murong Yao through the narrow gap.
"I am Tuoba Gui," he said calmly.
Murong Yao was shocked. This name is the emperor of Northern Wei, the country currently invading their enemy, Later Yan. But she still asked calmly, "So what?"
Tuoba Gui smiled slightly, "I think we will have many opportunities to talk."
Murong Yao sneered, "What are we talking about? War? Life and death? Or your sense of superiority in victory?"
Tuoba Gui fell silent for a moment, then said, "Perhaps. A military doctor will come to treat your arrow wound."
Murong Yao stopped talking and just tightly held Xiao Hong's hand.
Tuoba Gui saw that she wasn't speaking, smiled, and then turned and left.
From that moment on, Murong Yao's fate seemed to be reshuffled, bound in a crude wooden cage, the world becoming unfamiliar and indifferent.
maid Xiao Hong was pushed to her side, and she held the maid's hand tightly. The warmth made Murong Yao find a trace of warmth in this cruel world.
The carriage finally stopped, and she looked at the camp in front of her, but her heart could not calm down.
Suddenly, a rough voice came from outside: "Hurry up, bring those two women down!"
Murong Yao and the maid exchanged a glance, both seeing the tension in each other's eyes. But Murong Yao remained calm, she knew that at this moment she could not show any fear or panic.
"Princess, what should we do?" the maid asked anxiously.
Murong Yao said calmly, "Don't worry, we'll play it by ear."
When the door of the wooden cage was rudely thrown open, two burly soldiers burst in. They roughly grabbed Murong Yao and the maidservant by their arms and dragged them out of the cage.
Murong Yao At the moment when she was dragged out of the wooden cage, a strong sense of resistance surged in her heart. Her thoughts quickly returned to the past, back to the days in the immortal realm with Xuan Hua Emperor Lord, back to those distant times of immortals.
"Tuoba Gui wants to see you, hurry up!" The soldier urged in a rough voice, showing no mercy.
Murong Yao clenched her lips tightly, enduring the anger and unwillingness in her heart. She knew she had to stay calm and resolute at this moment; it was the only way to find a way out of the predicament.
They were brought into a magnificent and spacious tent, Murong Yao and her maid were pushed inside. The interior of the tent was luxuriously decorated, with pearl curtains hanging low and delicate embroidery shimmering softly in the candlelight.
Murong Yao looked around and then sat down. The maidservant trembled as she walked to her side, standing there uneasily.
Princess of Later Yan was once a lotus flower, nourished by the waters of Immortal Pool, transformed into human form, and after hundreds of years of cultivation, became an immortal.
However, why has she become a princess in the mortal world now? The root of all this can be traced back to the distant past...
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