My Omega Is A Top Heavenly Master (GL) - Chapter 18

Her head hurt terribly.

Mu Baicheng struggled upright in bed and rubbed her throbbing temples.

“Young Marshal, you’re awake.”

A delicate voice sounded beside her.

Young Marshal? Who are you talking to?

Mu Baicheng turned and saw an Omega dressed as a maid from the Republican era.

Judging by the maid’s respectful posture, she was clearly addressing Mu Baicheng.

Young Marshal?

Mu Baicheng’s heart lurched.

She hurriedly grabbed the Omega’s hand.

“Who am I? What’s my name?”

Frightened by the sudden movement, the Omega nervously shrank back.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Answer me!” Mu Baicheng demanded impatiently.

Damn it. Don’t tell me I transmigrated.

What kind of melodramatic plot was this?

The maid looked ready to cry.

“You’re Gu Hengyuan, the Young Marshal of Beiyuan. Young Marshal, what happened to you?”

Mu Baicheng’s mind exploded with a thunderous boom.

What?

What Young Marshal?

Beiyuan?

Where was that?

In fairness, Mu Baicheng’s memory truly was terrible. She was not only a half-baked student of Daoist arts; her historical knowledge was equally unreliable.

Mu Baicheng released the maid, still unable to accept the situation.

What exactly had that voice been?

Had she traveled back to the Republican era?

Where was Qin Xiyao?

“Qin Xiyao.”

Mu Baicheng hurried outside.

A different kind of bustling traffic filled the prosperous streets—rickshaws, horse-drawn carriages, women in qipaos, and men in long gowns.

“Young Marshal Gu.”

“Good morning, Young Marshal Gu.”

“Morning, Young Marshal.”

Everyone who saw Mu Baicheng greeted her.

They all seemed to recognize her.

Mu Baicheng patted her own face.

Had she completely transformed into Gu Hengyuan?

A nighttime shower had recently passed through Beiyuan, leaving puddles across the ground.

The Alpha’s reflection appeared in one of them.

She wore a white shirt and green military trousers.

But the face was Mu Baicheng’s own.

I’m still myself?

Mu Baicheng was utterly confused.

A voice echoed inside her mind.

“Help me tell her that I didn’t abandon her.”

Good grief.

This was the real Gu Hengyuan.

Mu Baicheng now knew that Gu Hengyuan had brought her here.

“What exactly do you want?”

But the Gu Hengyuan in her mind seemed unable to hear her. She merely repeated the same sentence endlessly.

“I didn’t abandon her.”

Mu Baicheng finally understood that communicating with Gu Hengyuan was like a chicken trying to converse with a duck.

Then an idea flashed through her mind.

Qin Xiyao had also been pulled into a vortex.

Could she have come here too?

Since Mu Baicheng still possessed her original appearance, perhaps Qin Xiyao did as well.

Mu Baicheng slapped her thigh.

Now she knew what to do!

She casually grabbed a passerby.

“Excuse me, where can I find an artist? A Western-trained artist.”

Most painters in this era still practiced traditional Chinese painting. Only Western-trained artists drew realistic sketches.

With traditional paintings being so impressionistic, how was anyone supposed to recognize the subject?

Mu Baicheng decided she needed someone who could draw a portrait from her description.

The passerby smiled and greeted her respectfully.

“Have you forgotten, Young Marshal? Your deputy, Lord Cao Weiyu, studied Western painting abroad.”

Mu Baicheng cheerfully patted his shoulder.

“Ah, I haven’t seen him in so long that I forgot.”

“That makes sense. The deputy has been training soldiers at the military grounds. He only returned to the city this morning. You don’t need to look for him. He’ll probably come and report to you shortly.”

After returning from training troops outside the city, a deputy would naturally report to his commanding officer.

Having obtained the information she needed, Mu Baicheng returned to her residence.

She paced anxiously through the main hall.

Why had Cao Weiyu not arrived yet?

Should she find someone else?

The maid beside her handed Mu Baicheng a cup.

Without thinking, Mu Baicheng accepted it and took a sip.

It burned!

“Pfft!”

She spat it out.

Damn it, this was baijiu!

Mu Baicheng looked resentfully at the maid.

“Why did you give me alcohol?”

“Young Marshal, this is your favorite drink. You normally have two cups every day.”

Mu Baicheng was speechless.

Gu Hengyuan, you didn’t mention this when you brought me here.

Was she expected to deal with drinking culture too?

Shouldn’t she receive extra compensation?

Then again, Gu Hengyuan had not consulted her before sending her here.

This assignment was probably unpaid.

“Young Marshal, how could I possibly trouble you to wait for this subordinate?”

A male Alpha dressed in a crisp military uniform strode through the doorway.

Mu Baicheng’s eyes lit up.

This fellow had to be Cao Weiyu.

She grabbed his arm and dragged him directly into the study.

Mu Baicheng pushed him into the chair before the desk, spread a sheet of white paper in front of him, searched for a long time, and finally shoved a pencil into his hand.

“I’ll describe her. You draw.”

“Young Marshal—”

“Stop talking.”

Cao Weiyu was speechless.

He had not even finished speaking.

Hadn’t they agreed that the Young Marshal would hold a welcoming banquet for him?

The miserable Cao Weiyu had no idea that the person before him was not his commanding officer.

He could only begin sketching according to Mu Baicheng’s description.

But the further he progressed, the stranger the situation felt.

Once the Omega’s features took shape, Cao Weiyu speechlessly set down his pencil.

“Young Marshal, why are you drawing Madam for no reason? You’re marrying her at the end of the month. If you miss her so badly, go visit her at Mingyue House. Today happens to be the day you’re supposed to deliver the betrothal letter.”

Mingyue House?

Mu Baicheng paused.

That name did not sound right.

In this era, the more romantic and elegant a place’s name sounded, the less respectable it usually was.

Would Qin Xiyao be there?

Madam?

Cao Weiyu was probably referring to Gu Hengyuan’s future wife.

Gu Hengyuan had focused entirely on sending Mu Baicheng here without telling her anything useful.

“Young Marshal, please spare me. This subordinate has been exhausted for more than half a month. I truly don’t want to be force-fed your public displays of affection.”

Cao Weiyu turned to leave.

Just as he reached the study entrance, the door flew open from outside with a bang.

Caught off guard, Cao Weiyu’s nose collided intimately with it.

“Just try going to see that courtesan!”

A woman dressed in an old-fashioned floral qipao barged inside furiously.

Mu Baicheng was speechless.

And who are you supposed to be?

Cao Weiyu covered his numbed nose and looked impatiently at the woman.

“Second Madam, you are merely the Young Marshal’s concubine-born stepmother. You have no right to interfere with her marriage.”

“That still won’t do! Elder Sister would never permit a woman from a brothel to enter the Gu family.”

Cao Weiyu gritted his teeth while holding his nose and cast Mu Baicheng a reassuring look.

Mu Baicheng was indeed reassured.

Thank goodness Cao Weiyu was here.

Otherwise, she would not even have known what role this auntie was supposed to be playing.

Cao Weiyu rubbed his nose, his gaze turning cold.

“Second Madam, don’t overestimate your position. The Grand Marshal has only recently passed away, yet you already want to control the Young Marshal’s marriage?”

“Before the Grand Marshal died, she said that anyone the Young Marshal loved could become her wife. You are the one who constantly fails to understand her place.”

Second Madam trembled with anger and pointed at Cao Weiyu’s reddened nose.

“Cao Weiyu, you are merely a dog raised by my Gu family—”

“Exactly. Even Second Madam admits that I am the Gu family’s dog.”

Cao Weiyu smiled.

“Now that the Grand Marshal is gone, I am the Young Marshal’s dog. It is not the place of a mere concubine to discipline me.”

The word concubine made Second Madam’s expression fluctuate spectacularly between green and white.

Realizing she was no match for Cao Weiyu, she could only leave behind one final threat.

“Hengyuan, choose carefully between that courtesan and your stepmother.”

“Tch.”

Cao Weiyu rolled his eyes at her retreating figure.

Then he looked worriedly at Mu Baicheng.

“Young Marshal, you mustn’t listen to her. She uses that tiny amount of care she gave you while you were growing up to threaten you constantly.”

“Don’t you understand what she’s plotting? She merely wants her niece to enter the family as your wife.”

Mu Baicheng clicked her tongue inwardly.

This situation was remarkably complicated.

Gu Hengyuan appeared so impressive, but both her parents were dead, and her ambitious stepmother wanted to fight over the family fortune.

Mu Baicheng’s life was much better.

She might not have parents either, but she had no inheritance.

That meant no bizarre relatives would suddenly appear to fight her for it.

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

After sending Cao Weiyu away, Mu Baicheng tidied herself and headed toward Mingyue House.

Knowing that Qin Xiyao was also here left her considerably more at ease.

However, before she had gone far, the people on the street began fleeing in panic.

“The Japanese invaders are here!”

“Run!”

“What happened?”

Mu Baicheng stopped a passerby.

The person’s face was deathly pale.

“Young Marshal…the Japanese invaders have reached the city gates.”

The sound of approaching hooves came from behind.

A horse stopped beside Mu Baicheng, and Cao Weiyu pulled hard on the reins.

“Young Marshal, we don’t know how the Japanese invaders reached the gates so suddenly. We only have three thousand soldiers inside the city. We need to summon reinforcements immediately.”

“Please. Tell her.”

Mu Baicheng was about to respond when Gu Hengyuan began pleading inside her mind again.

Mu Baicheng looked toward the city wall, where smoke was already rising.

Gritting her teeth, she told Cao Weiyu, “Go summon the troops. Order our soldiers to defend the gates at all costs.”

She needed to fulfill her agreement with Gu Hengyuan first.

*

Mingyue House had been lively since the afternoon.

Everyone of status and influence in Beiyuan enjoyed visiting.

It was not as crowded during the afternoon as it was at night. Most guests had merely come to drink tea.

Upstairs, inside one of the women’s rooms, Qin Xiyao was trapped in Zhu Yue’s body.

She could only watch helplessly as Zhu Yue used the body to continue her daily routine.

Damn it.

When had Qin Xiyao ever endured something so humiliating?

This female ghost truly possessed some ability.

Exactly how powerful was her obsession to grant her this much strength?

She had dragged Qin Xiyao directly into her memories—or perhaps two hundred years into the past.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked three times.

Without waiting for an answer, the person outside pushed open the door.

A woman reeking of cosmetics entered while waving a handkerchief. She approached Qin Xiyao with an unfriendly expression.

“Yue-niang, the Young Marshal isn’t coming today. It’s already this late. You should go downstairs and sing.”

Qin Xiyao was speechless.

Sing, my ass.

She attempted to circulate her spiritual consciousness and break free.

However, she seemed to have become an ordinary soul and could not sense her spiritual consciousness at all.

After living for a hundred thousand years, Qin Xiyao desperately wanted to curse.

Unfortunately, she could not speak.

She could only hear someone else’s voice emerging from her throat.

“Sister Jincui, I want to wait for her a little longer.”

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

Jincui sneered inwardly.

They were both women from a brothel.

Why was Zhu Yue fortunate enough to attract the Young Marshal’s attention?

The Young Marshal was so busy that she definitely would not come today.

The claim that she intended to marry Zhu Yue had to be a joke.

One was the moon in the heavens.

The other was mud beneath it.

“She won’t come,” the female ghost’s piercing voice said inside Qin Xiyao’s mind. “Just like your person. They’re both liars.”

Was that so?

Gu Hengyuan had never come, which was why Zhu Yue’s resentment had become so powerful.

She was someone whose love had been betrayed.

“You remained inside that estate for so long. What were you waiting for?” Qin Xiyao asked.

The female ghost paused before finally revealing her true feelings.

“That was the home she gave me for our marriage. She told me to wait for her.”

“I wanted to wait.”

Qin Xiyao’s heart sank.

She remembered the events of her previous life.

Their experiences were remarkably similar.

When ghosts died, their memories became frozen. They remembered only what they most desperately wanted to preserve.

For Zhu Yue, the only person she wanted to remember was Gu Hengyuan.

“Why did you bring me here?” Qin Xiyao asked, unable to understand Zhu Yue’s actions.

Zhu Yue replied resentfully, “I can’t leave with you. I need to see her. I need to ask her—”

Before she could finish, a voice that was both unfamiliar and familiar rang out from downstairs.

“Zhu Yue, I didn’t abandon you! I have to defend the city gates. If I die, I’ll marry you in our next life!”

Through Mu Baicheng’s mouth, Gu Hengyuan finally delivered the words she had most desperately wanted Zhu Yue to hear.

Mu Baicheng felt somewhat awkward.

Had Zhu Yue heard her?

And what had happened to Qin Xiyao?

“She…”

Tears spilled uncontrollably from Zhu Yue’s eyes.

After two hundred years, she had finally heard Gu Hengyuan’s voice again.

“Hengyuan.”

Qin Xiyao recognized Mu Baicheng’s voice.

Why was that woman here?

Had Zhu Yue dragged her into this place as well?

“Qin Xiyao… Yaoyao.”

Qin Xiyao’s spiritual consciousness trembled.

That voice seemed to have crossed a thousand years to reach her.

It was her Sister Mu.