Chapter 134: Private Army

Chapter 134: Private Army

Outside the tent, there was a fierce argument. Han Ruzi sat up in a hurry, his vision blurred for a moment. He shook his head vigorously to clear it and finally remembered where he was. Glancing across, he saw Prince Donghai sleeping soundly, lying on his side with one hand covering his ear. He muttered, Who dares to make noise here?

The sky was already bright. Han Ruzi was surprised to find that both his and Prince Donghais boots had been neatly arranged. He hadnt taken off his clothes when he slept, so he put on his boots and stepped out of the tent. The sunlight was glaring, forcing him to lower his head.

Im looking for him, thats him. Hey, Emperor, let me in! someone shouted loudly.

Han Ruzis tent was closest to the entrance of the camp. He looked towards the door. This person is my guard, let him in.

After some hesitation, the guards finally let the person in, pretending not to hear the word Emperor.

Youre back, Han Ruzi said, suddenly realizing that the sun was already high in the sky. He must have slept for quite a while.

The man was covered in dust, his hair disheveled, and he stared angrily. You played quite a trick.

Whats wrong? Han Ruzi couldnt understand his anger.

You let me enter the city from the east, then you ran away without a word. You didnt even notify me. I came out from the east gate, rowed back to Riverside Village, but darn it, even the mice were gone. I followed the footprints, but they disappeared on the official road. I met some locals who said a group of beggar-like militia went to the city yesterday. I followed them, almost went too far, then heard that a group of beggar-like militia was stationed nearby. I hurried over, but was stopped

Ma Da complained bitterly, and Han Ruzi pulled him into the tent. Its my fault, I didnt leave you a message.

Alright, Ma Da nodded, indicating that he wasnt angry anymore. I have already submitted your request to volunteer for battle on your behalf. Husband, rest assured. Remember, do not return to the Capital.

Han Ruzi understood that these were the words of Cui Xiaojun. Thank you.

Its early in the morning, why all the fuss? Prince Donghai sat up, stared blankly for a while, then covered his face with both hands, gritting his teeth and groaning.

The man, slightly frightened, whispered, Whats wrong with him?

Nightmare. Go rest.

Ma Da glanced back at the door sympathetically before leaving.

Oh, and dont call me Emperor anymore, call me Weary Marquis.'

Curly Monkey? Your posture is so straight, why call yourself Curly Monkey?[1]

Because I didnt have a straight posture when I climbed trees.

Ma Da left satisfied.

Prince Donghai still covered his face with his hands and spoke in a muffled voice, I dreamed I was at home, with many servants holding good things for me to choose. Mother was watching from afar. I asked her to come over, but she just smiled and refused to move.

Han Ruzi began to sympathize with Prince Donghai. Grand Tutor Cui wants to kill you, but your mother wont.

Its useless. Shes just a guest living with the Cui clan.[2] Shes powerless to help me.

Dont you have your own manor?

I do, but Ive never lived there. I treated the Cui manor as my own home. Prince Donghai pounded his fist on the blanket. Is this what it feels like to be abandoned? I really dont know how youve endured all these years.

Han Ruzi smiled. Suddenly, he noticed a stack of clothes on his bed, which he hadnt noticed in his drowsiness. He walked over and picked them up. Sure enough, they were all his clothes, spotless.

Prince Donghai didnt hear any sound. He moved his hands away and glanced at his own bed. Huh, why do you have new clothes and I dont? Dont the officers of the new army know Im here too?

These were sent from my manor. Han Ruzi said.

Its not me being eloquent. I roamed around the camp and heard a lot of good things about the master, but they are also confused. They dont know what to do in the future. Resisting the Xiongnu doesnt have much appeal to them. Theyd rather have a little bit of real wealth. If the master lives too poorly, they wont be motivated to fight either.

Han Ruzi smiled, feeling that Zhang Youcai made a lot of sense. He only thought about sharing hardships but forgot the most important thing: the people have had enough suffering and just want to share joy.

After bathing and grooming, Zhang Youcai helped the Marquis dress, comb his hair, and put on his hat. When everything was done, he casually said, Something interesting happened. I heard many people talking about an Empress. Where did this Empress come from?

Thats the daughter of Marquis Guiyi, also in the army. The militia dont recognize her and just decided to call her Empress. Han Ruzi said calmly.

Zhang Youcai didnt ask further and left the tent, instructing someone to carry the water bucket out.

After noon, another group of people came from the Marquiss manor, removing the weeds and blankets from the tent and arranging simple beds, tables, and chairs to make the living quarters more comfortable.

Prince Donghai was envious but stayed away, not willing to come over. Shortly after, the Cui manor also sent servants to deliver goods, including a large tent. He felt slightly comforted, but he kept a cold face, pretending not to care.

In the evening, Lady Cui arrived, entering the tent directly from her sedan chair and smiling at the Weary Marquis.

The two sat facing each other, holding hands.

Im sorry, I didnt keep my promise. Han Ruzi said guiltily.

Im not here to hear apologies, Im here to help you. Lady Cui smiled, although she longed for a peaceful life of companionship, she knew her husband was not an ordinary person, and she was proud of it. Has the court given the militia an official banner?

Not yet, Im wondering why no one came to urge me to enter the palace and express gratitude today?

Thats because the Empress Dowager felt it unnecessary. I met Lord Yang yesterday.

What did he say? Han Ruzi tightly held his wifes hands.

He suggested that the Weary Marquis not use an official banner and turn the militia into a private army.

A private army?

Yes, border generals can raise their own troops, independent of court funding. Usually no more than five hundred soldiers, but during special times, a few more are fine.

We have over seven hundred militia, how can I afford so many? Han Ruzi deeply felt the difficulty of maintaining an army.

You can afford even more. Lady Cui smiled. Ive gotten some money, and when you set out, Little Du will deliver it to the army.

Where did you get the money? Han Ruzi was surprised.

The manor doesnt have many people, so we can save a lot of money. Mother also helped me get some. Anyway, dont worry, if you lack anything, just send a message to me, and Ill find a solution in the Capital.

Why am I so lucky to marry you? How much hardship will you have to endure for marrying me?

Im lucky too. You dont know how many incompetent noble children Ive seen since childhood

Han Ruzi released his wifes hands and gently embraced her. His mood was joyful, and for the first time, he spoke the truth that he held secret in his heart, I am the Emperor, and you are the Empress. No one can change that.

No teachings of matrimonial relations were required this night. Han Ruzi wanted to leave behind an unforgettable memory.

End of Volume 2.

[1] The Chinese term for Weary Marquis sounds similar to Curly Monkey.

[2] In traditional Chinese culture, married women leave their maiden families behind to join their husbands families. So technically they are not a part of their maiden families anymore.

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