I Feel No Pity for You (Reconciliation)
Ming Qin hurriedly strides through the snow, the collar of her hastily donned black night cloak in disarray. Her casually tied belt sways with her figure in the wind, while her freshly washed hair still retains a slight dampness.
Her heart brims with uncontrollable excitement as Ming Qin’s Qinggong touch the ground, effortlessly ascending the Cangyue Tower like an agile cat.
Disregarding all caution, she forcefully pushes open the tightly closed window and eagerly leaps inside.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Murong Yan is stunned, her eyes widening at the intruder. One hand lifts her skirt, revealing a pair of fair thighs, while the other holds a prosthetic limb, freezing her in place.
Unaware of the woman on the bed with her legs exposed, Ming Qin strides toward her with determination. “Princess, I have something important to tell you! I…”
In a panic, Murong Yan loosened the prosthetic limb halfway, her usually pale skin tinged with a hint of pink from embarrassment and anger.
“You! You…” Murong Yan’s chest felt suffocated, unable to form a single word. Suddenly, she erupted into a violent cough, her body losing balance from her missing limb, threatening to fall off the bed.
“Princess!” Ming Qin quickly squatted down, leaning forward to catch Murong Yan and prevent her from falling. She allowed the woman to rest her chin on her shoulder, while the hands of the shadow guard gently supported her, helping her regain her breath.
As Murong Yan gradually regained her breath, she looked at Ming Qin tenderly embracing her. With a stomach full of anger, she couldn’t find the words to speak and instead sank her teeth forcefully into Ming Qin’s neck.
Ming Qin dared not let go, staying completely still.
Allowing the woman to exert force, after a while, Murong Yan’s muffled voice came from Ming Qin’s embrace as she gritted her teeth and asked, “Why did you come again?”
“I have something important to tell you.” Ming Qin, seemingly afraid that the woman wouldn’t listen to her words, disregarded Murong Yan’s stiff body and slightly tightened her arms.
“I want to tell you. I don’t sympathize or pity you! Every time I come to find you, it’s because I’m delighted to see you. I really want to see you, it’s not for any other reason!”
Ming Qin spoke loudly, with straightforward words, then lowered her head as if pleading, “It was Master who said I couldn’t come to see you. I can’t disobey my Master.”
Murong Yan lowered her gaze, her expression devoid of emotion, only her muffled voice asked, “Then why did you come now?”
“I really, really wanted to see you, but Master said no. I hate Master so much! My heart felt so heavy, I can’t even eat.” Ming Qin pouted, looking aggrieved. “Later, my senior sister came to find me, worried about me. She told me that I can actually see you! She will talk to Master on my behalf.”
“Is that so…” Murong Yan murmured.
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Sensing a slight trembling on her shoulder, Ming Qin thought Murong Yan was feeling cold and quickly lifted her onto the bed, adjusting the charcoal in the stove for warmth.
Sitting quietly, Murong Yan asked, “What did your senior sister say to you?” as she watched the bustling figure.
Ming Qin busily fetched water and collected charcoal in the room, recounting the words of her Master and senior sister to Murong Yan in detail. Without any attempt to conceal, the shadow guard honestly revealed all of He Jingshou’s concerns and Song Shuqing’s schemes.
With a calm expression, Murong Yan listened and self-ridiculed internally.
She was nothing more than a prisoner. How could she have the energy to stir up any storms in the capital…
Ming Qin knelt in front of Murong Yan and reached out to touch the buckle on her right knee, preparing to help her remove the prosthetic limb completely.
Feeling unfamiliar fingers touching her residual limb, Murong Yan’s whole body jerked, and she quickly pulled back.
“What are you doing?” Her voice trembled slightly as she desperately tried to hide her leg under the covers.
“I’m helping you remove the prosthetic limb.” Ming Qin replied calmly, her hands swiftly undoing the straps. “Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable for you to sleep.”
Ming Qin placed the removed prosthetic limb under the bed, rubbed her palms together, and gently pressed her warm palm against the severed end of Murong Yan’s right leg, massaging the slightly reddened and swollen stump caused by the tight straps.
Murong Yan watched her actions, biting her lip, her voice slightly hoarse.
After a while, she hesitantly asked, “Don’t you… find it ugly?”
The person beneath her lifted her head, but Murong Yan couldn’t bring herself to meet her eyes.
“No, I don’t think so.” Ming Qin replied promptly, her eyes bright. “The incision is neat, and it has healed beautifully. The doctor who performed the surgery on you must be very skilled!”
“…”
Murong Yan opened her mouth, somewhat puzzled as to why she felt so nervous around the straightforward Ming Qin . Helplessly, she took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. “I mean… don’t you think I’m very different from ordinary people?”
“Of course, you’re different!” Ming Qin looked at her with a strange expression, as if she found her question odd. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life! How can ordinary people compare to you!?”
As she watched Murong Yan instinctively touch her right leg, Ming Qin scratched her head and added, “Your wound is like a badge of honor from battle. If you feel that your leg sets you apart from others, then it’s a good kind of different. It shows that you’re both brave and strong!”
Among the members of the Shadow Guard Camp, there were many who had suffered irreparable injuries in their line of duty. Although they had stepped back from the forefront, they took pride in their wounds. They always displayed their scars to Ming Qin with a proud expression, vividly depicting the hardships of their past missions and how they narrowly survived.
Those wounds were the proof of their loyalty and valor.
Murong Yan watched Ming Qin’s sincere face as she vividly shared how Uncle Wang valiantly defeated numerous enemy spies at the cost of his right arm, and how he was honored and retired. She couldn’t help but laugh silently.
A warmth spread in her chest.
Well, it’s not like she didn’t know how stupid she could be.
Perhaps in Ming Qin’s eyes, she also shone brightly like the revered Uncle Wang and the senior martial brothers she spoke of.
Murong Yan pondered, watching Ming Qin, who was incessantly talking, extend her hands and command, “Carry me to the writing desk.”
The latter obediently complied, and when she set Murong Yan down, she even added a few extra cushions to the chair.
Gracefully, Murong Yan held a brush in her hand and began writing, while Ming Qin simply tilted her head, staring at the inkstone, quietly supporting her from the side.
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Once the ink dried, Murong Yan handed the letter over to Ming Qin.
“Give it to your master.” She chuckled, “Hopefully, he’ll know what’s good for him.”
If it’s for this person’s sake, she didn’t mind giving a little push in the end.
Ming Qin obediently tucked the letter into her sleeve, then leaned down and lifted Murong Yan, carrying her back to the bed.
The person in her embrace trailed her fingers over the bite mark on Ming Qin’s neck and asked in a low voice, “Does it still hurt?”
“Not at all, feels more like an itch.” Ming Qin adjusted the blanket for Murong Yan and, as if to reassure her, casually patted her neck. “You’re so weak. When you hit me with that jar earlier, it didn’t hurt at all.”
Murong Yan looked at the person in front of her and couldn’t help but laugh. She covered her mouth and asked, “So, does that mean I’ll get to hit you more often from now on?”
“No, no, no! Those jars are expensive! The cooks in the camp wouldn’t want to see me at all these days. If I keep smashing things, I won’t have any food to eat.” Ming Qin scratched her head, looking a bit flustered as she gazed at the woman who had been insulted and appeared frail.
After a moment, she thought about it and said with a sacrificial expression, “If you really want to smash things, I’ll go buy more things for you to smash. But you still need to gain some weight to have more strength.”
“I want to eat bamboo shoot dumplings from Tingyu Pavilion,” Murong Yan said calmly.
“Alright!” Ming Qin nodded in agreement.
After a moment, she suddenly asked in a soft voice, as if seeking confirmation, “So… can I come to again in the future?”
Half a beat later, Murong Yan spoke, “As long as you want to.”
As long as I’m here.
Early the next day, Ming Qin happily rushed to the Night Mist Pavilion and found He Jingshou, who was tormenting the young members of the Shadow Guard.
“Good morning, Master!” Ignoring the painful groans of others, Ming Qin energetically waved her hand to greet him.
As soon as He Jingshou saw her expression, he led Ming Qin outside the corridor. “Qin Qin , Shuqing has already told me everything,” he paused, “Why didn’t you tell me it was the Princess who saved you?”
“Because just when I was about to tell you, you told me not to 『argue back!』” Ming Qin said honestly, even imitating He Jingshou’s angry gesture of stroking his beard.
The man sighed and rubbed his forehead in speechless frustration, regretting not asking for more details in his haste at that time.
Ming Qin reached into her sleeve and pulled out a letter, handing it to the man in front of her. She then said, “This is from the Princess for Master.”
He Jingshou received the letter with some suspicion. He read it silently, but as his eyes scanned the content, his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter. When he finished reading, he used his internal energy to shatter the letter into fragments.
Looking at his loyal and expectant disciple, He Jingshou took a deep breath and hesitantly asked, “…Qin Qin, what do you think of Princess Chongwen?”
“The Princess is wonderful! She’s kind, intelligent, and I really like her!” Ming Qin answered without hesitation.
Seeing his proud and straightforward protégé as always, He Jingshou changed his approach. “What I meant was, how does the Princess treat you?”
Ming Qin didn’t hesitate. “The Princess treats me well. We are friends.”
The man stared blankly, at a loss for words, as he looked at his disciple who had been completely charmed by the Princess. He compromised with a sigh, pinching his beard. “Forget it, it’s not something I can control. If Qin Qin doesn’t have any missions in the future and wants to see the Princess, then go to the Cangyue Tower and spend more time with her.”
Upon hearing these words, the straightforward Ming Qin seemed to have received a tremendous gift. She happily bounced up and down, repeatedly agreeing. Then, in a hurry, she bid farewell to her master and went off to buy bamboo shoot dumplings with a skip in her step.
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As he watched Ming Qin’s lively figure, Song Shuqing, who had been lying on the beam all along, spoke leisurely.
“How wonderful. I also want to be friends with the beautiful Princess.”
He Jingshou glanced at her laziness and let out a forceful hum. “That’s because Ming Qin’s sincere nature is likable, which is why Princess Chongwen treats her well. I don’t think someone like you, a little fox, would stand a chance even if Prince Yu had ten daughters.”
“Oh my! I may be a little fox, but Master, you’re definitely an old fox!” Song Shuqing chuckled and then sighed. “Ming Qin is truly remarkable.”
“Yes.” Upon hearing these words from above the beam, He Jingshou sighed, his tone turning solemn. “But for Ming Qin, who doesn’t understand the ways of the world, it’s uncertain whether Princess Chongwen’s favor is a blessing or a curse.”
“Oh, really?”
Song Shuqing couldn’t help but raise her voice, sounding cheerful. “I actually find it quite sympathetic that the Princess encounters someone like Ming Qin, who is both lovable and innocent.” There was a playful twinkle in her eyes.
As He Jingshou looked at her with a skeptical expression, Song Shuqing’s face remained intriguing. “No wonder Master always manages to anger Mistress. It turns out you really don’t understand a woman’s heart.”
Song Shuqing jumped down from the beam and hummed a little tune.
“After all, the most cruel ones are those who understand nothing.”
The author has something to say:
Hi! This is Forest on the radio—
At first, I couldn’t stand how the story of Ming Qin and Murong Yan kept running through my mind, keeping me awake and driving me crazy. Out of frustration, I decided to pick up my pen and start writing. Originally, I thought I would write about twenty chapters, but then my perfectionism kicked in. I became overly critical of character emotions and plot development, and the more I wrote, the more I fell in love with these two little paper characters.
Currently, I have already written thirty chapters in the draft, and I can maintain a steady daily update pace. Based on the current situation, excluding any extras, the story will probably reach around fifty to sixty chapters?
Now, as I write the latter half of the story, I feel a bit sentimental knowing that their story is coming to an end. However, I have no intention of dragging this book into an excessively long epic (“My body is even roaring at me to finish it early because it wants to sleep!”).
After saying so much, I just want you all to know, 『I will finish writing this story properly, so don’t worry.』
Also, you can look forward to the upcoming developments. After all, many chapters ahead have made me feel both incredibly sweet and bitter while writing, to the point where I end up laughing foolishly or like a maniac (how silly). So, when you read them, you’ll probably have a knowing smile on your face.
As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy it.
LP: Re-translated on December 12, 2023
Lol the sister spitting facts, also I’m happy she finally got permission from her master to visit the princess
La hermana mayor sabe mucho, y tiene mucha razón, aunque espero que nuestro pequeño qin qin sepa, he nuestra princesa no es amable con cualquiera
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why is ming qin like this lmao