I've Decided To Be This Tyrant's Dark Moonlight - Chapter 110

After a round of giggles, Wei Ying finally turned serious. Sitting upright, she looked at Xiao Qianxue.

“Qianxue, have you ever met that prince consort of Beijue?”

Xiao Qianxue froze for a moment, then her face lit up with joy.
“Yingying, how did you know Beijue had a prince consort? You really must be an immortal!”

Wei Ying waved it off.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just a bit of casual divination.”

Xiao Qianxue’s eyes sparkled.
“Yingying really is a celestial!”

Wei Ying smiled.
“Enough teasing. Quickly—have you seen him or not?”

Xiao Qianxue shook her head.
“No, I haven’t. But I’ve heard Noble Consort mention him several times. They say this Beijue prince consort is mysterious and elusive. And also…”

Wei Ying leaned forward.
“And also what?”

Xiao Qianxue glanced at her, then slowly said,
“And also… it’s as if he practices sorcery. His luck is so uncanny it’s frightening. One time, Noble Consort led troops and almost caught him, but suddenly the sky turned black and it began to pour rain, letting him escape.

“And another time, Old General Pei pursued him to the brink of defeat. He raised his bow to kill him—Old General Pei never misses, his arrows always hit the mark. But that time, he inexplicably missed. Tell me that’s not unnatural.”

Wei Ying rubbed her chin.
“So his luck really is extraordinary.”

Xiao Qianxue sighed.
“Yes. There were several times like that. Each time we were about to catch him, he slipped away like a mudfish. Or whenever we had the upper hand, his appearance would suddenly bring wind and rain, shifting everything against us. Otherwise, this war wouldn’t have dragged on so long.”

She sipped her tea, her expression heavy.
“It’s like something unseen is protecting him. Really uncanny.”

Wei Ying showed a thoughtful look.

Then Xiao Qianxue suddenly grabbed her shoulders, tilted her little face up, and her eyes shone.
“But that was before—now we don’t have to worry about how uncanny he is, because Yingying is here! We’ve got a shaman—cough, no, a half-immortal on our side!”

Wei Ying: “…You just exposed me.”

Xiao Qianxue laughed sheepishly, her eyes curving as she hooked her arm around Wei Ying’s and dragged her toward the exit.

Wei Ying asked, “Aren’t you tired? Want to rest here a while?”

Xiao Qianxue looked back, smiling.
“Tired? Noble Consort is the one who’s truly exhausted. But for the peace of Yunzhou, for the people behind us—what’s a little fatigue? Those people are depending on us.”

Wei Ying gazed at her retreating back, thinking the girl had grown up a great deal in just half a year.

Everyone was growing in their own way. Growth was painful and heavy, but it meant standing tall at last, strong enough to shield what one cherished and those one loved.

After a few steps, Xiao Qianxue suddenly remembered something. She ran back into the tavern, packed up the untouched dishes from their table, and hugged them to her chest. Munching on a piece of corn pancake, she laughed.
“Maybe I am a little hungry. But we can’t waste this food. Let’s bring it to Noble Consort—soldiers in camp rarely get to eat such good things.”

A few hours of hard riding later, they finally reached the army.

The sound of hooves echoed, raising clouds of dust.

Pei Que was at the camp gates speaking with officers when she heard the noise. Turning around, the first thing she saw was Xiao Qianxue, burdened with bulging bags. She frowned slightly.
“Didn’t you just get back to Yunzhou? Why are you here agai—”

She broke off mid-sentence. Her eyes widened when she spotted Wei Ying on horseback.

Wei Ying sat atop a snow-white pear blossom steed, her hair tied high, swaying in the wind. She tugged on the reins and winked at Pei Que.

Wei Ying: wink~

Pei Que suppressed a smile, striding forward to help her dismount. Excited and surprised, she said,
“Yingying, why are you here? Why didn’t you tell me first?”

Wei Ying: “I came because I missed you.”

Xiao Qianxue muttered sourly from the side,
“She just said the same thing to me a moment ago.”

Wei Ying wrapped an arm around each of them, generously distributing her affection.
“You’re both my wings~”

The nearby soldiers stared, dumbfounded.
“Whaaaaa—”

Pei Que glared at them.
“What are you gawking at? Back to your duties!”

Her authority in the army was clearly formidable. At her command, the soldiers quickly dispersed, not daring another glance at Wei Ying.

The three of them entered the command tent. The place was spartan compared to the opulent Baoyun Palace—no gilded floors or crystal lamps, only racks of weapons, beast-skin maps of the frontiers, and a massive sand table in the center.

To common eyes, it was crude. But Pei Que clearly favored this place, walking with an easy, confident air.

She gestured for Wei Ying to sit.
“It’s rougher here than the palace. Make do.”

Wei Ying: “Actually, I quite like it.”

Pei Que’s lips curved. She glanced at the silver armor on the wall.
“Not everyone loves palace life. Some of us prefer wind, sand, and moonlight.”

As well as blood on the lance and shrouds of horsehide.

Wei Ying: “Sounds a lot like the Empress.”

Indeed, no woman of the imperial harem was ordinary.

Pei Que chuckled quietly, then asked,
“Yingying, you mentioned that Beijue prince consort? I’ve seen him once, from a distance. But I could tell—he’s no good!”

Wei Ying: “Oh? From a distance you could tell?”

Pei Que slapped the table.
“He’s like some androgynous freak, effeminate! And the way he uses a sword just grates on me.”

It always reminded her of Prince Luling’s ghastly sword dance—enough to make her nauseous, itching to split men like that in two. She frowned.
“Though… that so-called prince consort really does look a bit like Prince Luling.”

Wei Ying: “Ohhh!”

Pei Que: “Anyway, his creepy looks just infuriate me! I’d cut him down if I could. But somehow, every arrow I’ve aimed at him has missed!”

Wei Ying narrowed her eyes.
“Missed?”

Pei Que nodded.
“I’m skilled with the bow. No way I should miss. Yet several times, I had him squarely in my sights—he slipped away every time. It’s like sorcery; he never even gets scratched.”

Wei Ying: “Ohhh!”

Pei Que added,
“And whenever we clash, our luck plummets. He seems to know the terrain inside and out, must’ve prepared in advance. Fortunately, he’s a poor tactician—doesn’t really understand warfare, which is why he’s lost a few times.

“But… he’s learning. Bit by bit, he’s getting sly, more formidable. Yingying, warfare depends on Heaven’s will, geography, and people’s hearts. But with him around, Heaven and Earth are never on our side. I don’t know if it’s sorcery or what—but thank Heaven you’re here!”

She blurted,
“Now we finally have someone with sorcery too!”

Wei Ying: …

Xiao Qianxue: cough cough cough!

Pei Que quickly caught herself and corrected,
“No—no, not sorcery! Celestial arts. Yingying uses celestial arts!”

Wei Ying: “Heh. Women.”

Still, to confirm her words, Wei Ying stayed with Pei Que for half a month, harassing the Beijue forces until they were furious enough to send their mysterious prince consort into battle himself.

When Wei Ying saw him, she blinked. Compared to Prince Luling, the prince consort looked more like the reigning emperor—though less delicate and refined, more open and handsome.

Their features were similar, yet their auras entirely different. Anyone would draw connections.

Hiding in the shadows, Wei Ying drew an arrow and fired mercilessly at him. In theory, as a character from the original story, he should’ve been protected by “plot armor” just like Prince Luling, dodging her strikes.

The arrow whistled past, grazing his shoulder.

He flinched, glancing around in alarm, just as a few more arrows flew toward him.

“You dare ambush us?” the prince consort snarled at Pei Que.
“I thought General Pei was above such despicable tricks!”

Pei Que turned back, her face calm.
“This is called tactics. Understand?”

The prince consort cursed,
“Anyone who plays with tactics has a filthy heart!”

Then he wheeled his horse and retreated with his men. Arrows rained down, cutting down soldiers around him—but he remained perfectly unharmed, his clothes unruffled.

When he finally withdrew, Wei Ying rode out and shrugged regretfully at Pei Que.

Pei Que wasn’t surprised.
“See? I told you—arrows can’t touch him. You have to fight sorcery with sorcery!” She looked at Wei Ying with open expectation. “Yingying, it’s all on you now!”

Wei Ying pressed her lips together.
“…Fight what with what?”

Pei Que: “Sorcery against sorcery!”

Wei Ying stared flatly at her.
“What against sorcery?”

Pei Que flinched.
“Sorc—no, no, celestial arts! We’ll use celestial arts against sorcery!”

Wei Ying: Heh.

On the way back, Wei Ying thought about the imperial hunting grounds. Back then, to avoid the nuisance of Prince Luling, she’d tried to kill him with an arrow. But as an essential story character, he’d been protected by plot power—she could only tear his clothes and scar his pride, never harm his body.

And this prince consort was worse—she couldn’t even damage his clothes.

Wei Ying sighed deeply. This was tricky.

Plot power could shift. The heroine’s halo could change. And the “male lead’s” halo might too…

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Back at camp, news arrived: the emperor herself was leading troops to Yunzhou. Pei Que prepared to ride out to welcome her.

Wei Ying: “I’ll come too. I want to give Her Majesty a surprise.”

Pei Que smiled.
“Yes, the emperor will surely be delighted. Though… why did she let you come ahead?”

Wei Ying shrugged.
“Because she knew I’d sneak away, of course.”

Pei Que frowned, blinking in disbelief.
“What?”

Wei Ying spread her hands.
“I slipped away on my own. Surprise! Didn’t expect that, did you?”

Pei Que’s mouth twitched.
“The emperor will certainly be… ‘surprised.’ Yingying, aren’t you afraid she’ll be angry?”

Wei Ying puffed up her chest.
“She should be angry! Oh my god, when I see her, I’m going to kick her butt with my boots!”

Pei Que tugged her closer, whispering urgently.
“Don’t act so spoiled just because she dotes on you. She’s still the Son of Heaven. Aren’t you afraid of execution for such disrespect?”

“Execution?” Wei Ying smiled mysteriously and patted her.
“You know absolutely nothing about our emperor.”

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