Heaven is the shore of mortal dust

Chapter 67

"Feng, how have you been these past six months? Geshufa said you don't remember people? Do you remember me? Huh? Have you gone home? Has that old man Li Luan made things difficult for you?"

Wei Zijun chuckled and said, "Wait a minute, you've asked me so many questions, my head is spinning, how am I supposed to answer them!"

Seeing Wei Zijun smile, his expectant eyes became slightly misty. He stroked her face and murmured, "She looks just like her, so much like her! Is she alright? Have you... seen her?"

"Who?" Wei Zijun asked, somewhat confused.

"Your mother...have you seen your mother? Is she alright?" Those hazy eyes seemed to be trying to penetrate that face and look at someone else.

Mother? She still has a mother!? At this moment, Wei Zijun's shock was no less than the shock she felt when she first came into this world.

Did she really have a mother again? Years of unresolved issues suddenly came together.

That face, hidden deep in her heart, the parents she fought for her whole life, the people she loved most and who caused her the most heartache! The pain was so intense that she would never mention it again.

If she had another chance, she would stay by their side every day and never leave them so easily because of her ambitions. She had struggled all her life to bring a good life to her parents, but on the day of her success, she could no longer find them, leaving her heart empty.

If she had known this would happen, she would have preferred to have nothing at all, as long as she could stay by their side, she would have given up everything.

Thinking of their parents' kindness, their meticulous love, and the hurt caused by their rebelliousness when they were young and ignorant, they never complained and never diminished their care in the slightest.

Overwhelmed with longing and regret, Wei Zijun's eyes welled up with tears.

"Feng! Don't cry! What's wrong with your mother? Is she alright?" He asked anxiously, his large hand stroking her cheek.

Wei Zijun let him wipe her eyes, and slightly tugged at the corner of her mouth, "No, I don't even remember where my home is, how could I find my mother!"

"Ah! So you really don't remember anything? Then do you remember me? Who am I!" The face in front of me became surprised, and its eyes widened.

"What's your name?" Wei Zijun asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

The face in front of him instantly fell flat. "I really don't remember! I'm Ashina Yugu!"

"Are you Yibi Dulu Khan?" Wei Zijun exclaimed.

Yes, based on her limited historical knowledge, the ruler of the Western Turks at that time should be Yibi Dulu Khan, also known as Ashina Yugu.

"Look at you, shouting so loudly!" Ashina Yugu gently stroked Wei Zijun's face affectionately. "It's good that you've forgotten! It's good that you've forgotten! If you've forgotten, you won't hate anymore!"

[Volume 2, Turkic Chapter: Chapter 59: Cause (Part 1)]

Before long, Ashina Yugu, exhausted, fell asleep with his head on her lap.

She didn't know why this person had brought her back, but she couldn't bring herself to hate him. She still felt resentment; she had been gone for so long without a word, and she wondered how worried her master and Dieyun must be.

Gently setting the person down, Wei Zijun quietly walked out of the warm pavilion, stepped over the threshold, and looked up to see that Geshu Fa and his entourage were still waiting in the main hall.

Looking at the darkening sky outside, Wei Zijun said to the others, "The Khan is asleep, you can all go back and rest. Geshufa stays behind."

Upon hearing that they were to be driven away, the men swarmed around them, crying, "Your Majesty! We've missed you so much! Why are you sending us away like this? At least let us stay and watch over you!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun touched her forehead, unsure of what to say. "Well... I didn't mean to send you away. I was just worried that you'd been waiting for so long and must be exhausted, so I wanted you to go back and rest. As for Geshufa, there are some things I can't remember; I need to ask him!"

“We all remember. Just ask. We won’t say anything if we don’t know,” a tall, thin man stepped forward.

"Yes, we're just watching from the sidelines. We've come all the way from our respective departments just to see you, but we haven't even gotten a good look at you yet!" one of the people next to us muttered, sounding aggrieved.

Wei Zijun shook her head with a wry smile and said reluctantly, "Then everyone, please sit down!"

How could she possibly ask such a question? With so many people around, some things were obviously difficult to ask aloud.

"Uh... everyone, I don't remember anything from before, so naturally, you..." He was a little embarrassed to say this, but the others clearly understood. Before he could finish speaking, one of them stood up.

“My king, I am your subordinate, one of the five tribes of the Dulu, Chumu Kunwuli Chuo.”

“Your Majesty, I am Shu Ni Shi Chu Ban Chuo from the Wu Du Lu tribe of your left wing.”

“Wise King, I am Heluoshichuo, a Tuqishi of your Wudulu tribe.”

“Wise King, I am the Shesheti Tunchuo of your Wudulu tribe.”

...

After these people finished speaking, Wei Zijun felt a headache coming on. It was bad enough that this Turkic land was such a desolate and wretched place, but even the people's names and official titles were such a mess. It was so hard to remember them, it was truly a headache-inducing experience.

Even with her photographic memory, she was still somewhat unaccustomed to these completely unfamiliar word combinations. She managed to memorize the general idea and then tried to call out each person's name.

Upon hearing this, the generals were filled with admiration and joy. Their Left Wise King was always their pride, and no one could possibly remember such a long list of nicknames all at once.

Seeing the eager eyes of her generals gazing at her, she felt they were trustworthy and, setting aside her reserve, asked in a deep voice, "How did I surrender?"

A single, simple question caused everyone in the room to hold their breath and lower their heads; it seemed no one dared to answer it, nor was anyone willing to.

"What? You just said you all remembered, how come you've all forgotten now?" Wei Zijun raised an eyebrow and glanced at Geshufa. "Geshufa! You tell me!"

It all started with him, the culprit! And since his name seems to be the shortest, he inevitably gets addressed with more formalities.

Geshufa hesitated, seemingly choosing his words carefully, before finally speaking: "Your Majesty, your father was the Left General of the Great Yu Army. Two years ago, he was ordered to suppress our soldiers who were harassing the border, and was captured by our army." Geshufa glanced at Wei Zijun's expression and continued: "After hearing this, Your Majesty, you vowed to lead the army to rescue your father and conquered Yiwu. Previously, Yiwu and other places were all the territory of our Western Turks. It was you who led the Great Yu army to change the situation and pacify the barbarians. You drove our army back to this side of Shiluo Mountain."

"You mean, I was originally a soldier in the Dayu army?" This is somewhat unbelievable; she joined the army at such a young age?

“It wasn’t like that before. I heard that the Prince Xian used to disdain joining the army and entering the court. It was to save his father that he did this. But I never expected that you, though young, would be so physically strong and resourceful, with extraordinary strategies, and would achieve great feats. In less than a month, you were promoted four ranks and became the youngest Left General of the Imperial Guard in Dayu.”

"And then? What happened to my father?" I never thought he had a father. No wonder, who wasn't born of parents? Perhaps he was used to being alone before, and when he came into this world, he was so innocent that he didn't think about anything else, let alone try to trace his origins.