Chapter 12: My Fiancé Is a Charlatan

Meng Guangping nodded and praised,
“Miss, you’re brilliant. Every guess you make hits the mark.”

An Xiyan wore a “just as I thought” expression and urged him,
“Uncle Meng, tell me everything. I need to know what we’re really dealing with.”

Meng Guangping no longer held back. It wasn’t a bad thing for the young miss to know—she might even give him some useful advice.

He began,
“Miss, there’s collusion between the generals of Dongyang Kingdom and Qiming Kingdom. They’re working together from inside and out, so the situation at the border has been completely sealed off—no word is getting out.”

“And those who’ve tried to spread the news… have likely already been silenced.”

An Xiyan’s expression darkened at this, and she said in a cold voice,
“I hate traitors the most—no, I should say I hate traitors to the country. For Qiming Kingdom to harbor such people… it’s a disgrace.”

Although An Xixuan didn’t understand what was going on, just seeing his sister’s angry expression told him something serious was happening.

So, being sensible, he obediently sat on a bench without saying a word, not interrupting the conversation between An Xiyan and Meng Guangping.

An Xiyan took a deep breath, her face still angry.
“The emperor is far away, and they’ve sealed off the message so tightly that the court has no idea. It’ll take a long time before anyone is dispatched to resist the invasion.”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
With a loud bang, she slammed the table with her palm.

Crack!

The poor table split clean in two. It had just made another honorable sacrifice.

Meng Guangping stared, dumbfounded, at the now-halved table. His mouth hung open in shock. After all, the table was made of very sturdy material.

As far as he knew, if he didn’t use any internal force, his own palm strikes couldn’t even leave a scratch on it.

Even with internal strength, he’d need to exert at least 60% of his power to break the table.
But Miss… what she just did completely blew his mind.

Unable to resist his curiosity, he cautiously asked,
“Miss… did you just use internal force, or…?”

An Xiyan noticed Meng Guangping looking at her like she was some rare creature. Her expression instantly turned a bit awkward, and she cleared her throat.

She decided to be honest.
“I don’t know how to use internal force. I just… ahem… I’m just a little stronger than the average person.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gestured with her fingers—indicating a distance about the width of a thumb.

Meng Guangping’s jaw dropped even farther, his voice trembling,
“M-Miss… your…”

“…Your strength isn’t just a little stronger than most people—it’s a lot stronger,” Meng Guangping said.

From what he had observed, his young lady had the strength to lift him over her head with one hand and spin him around several times.

No, not just a few times—if she really tossed him, she could probably throw him over ten meters. And if he didn’t have internal energy to protect himself, his mere mortal body would likely die on the spot… dying a tragic death at the hands of his own young lady.

Yikes… Just the thought of it made his skin crawl. He’d better be careful not to ever get on her bad side.

Otherwise, she could probably kick him straight into hell with one blow—and he’d never crawl back out. Absolutely terrifying.

“Uncle Meng, my sister’s always been amazing. What’s there to be so shocked about?” An Xixuan pouted. He had already seen her smash a table with one slap a few days ago.

Honestly, today she probably held back a little.
Deep down, he felt secretly happy—his sister never held anything back in front of him, which meant she really trusted him.

Then he shot a smug grin at Meng Guangping, a look that was just a little too cheeky and totally punchable.

Meng Guangping’s mouth twitched a few times, but he wisely kept his mouth shut and said no more.

Seeing Meng Guangping’s expression return to normal, An Xiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She was supposed to be a delicate fairy maiden, not some brute strength monster. She couldn’t have people thinking she was some kind of muscle freak—it would totally ruin her image.

She had already decided that in this lifetime, she would cultivate her image as a graceful little fairy.

But just thinking about the traitors infuriated her again. Though she was one to hold grudges, she also had a strong sense of justice—barely passing as a righteous person.

“Hmph.”
She snorted heavily and said angrily,
“If the imperial court doesn’t send troops to defend the border, then the common people living near it will all die at the hands of the enemy!”

Meng Guangping’s pupils contracted slightly. After a brief hesitation, he said,
“Miss, you don’t need to worry too much. The court probably already knows about this.”

“Oh? Uncle Meng, how do you know that?” An Xiyan raised her eyebrows.
Just a moment ago, hadn’t he said all information was sealed off? Then how could the court possibly know?

Seeing her little face all scrunched up like a wrinkled granny, Meng Guangping couldn’t help but chuckle.

Both An Xiyan and An Xixuan turned their eyes toward him at the same time, wearing identical expressions filled with curiosity and confusion.

Meng Guangping quickly covered his mouth.
He couldn’t help it—he’d let it slip. So he hurriedly began to explain,
“Miss, I…”

“…You may not know this, Miss, but our Qiming Kingdom’s Imperial Astrologer is highly skilled in divination,” Meng Guangping said.

“The invasion at the border is a major event—one that affects the fate of the nation. The Imperial Astrologer will surely divine this and inform His Majesty.”

“Once the Emperor knows, he’ll send troops to defend the border, investigate the traitors, and drive out the enemy. The only thing we don’t know is how long it will take for the troops to arrive.”

An Xiyan was momentarily stunned.
Wait a minute… wasn’t the “Imperial Astrologer” Uncle Meng was talking about her fiancé?

Whoa—so her fiancé could actually divine the future?
Now that was unexpected.
Did that mean… her fiancé was basically a fortune-telling guru?

(Imperial Astrologer: Let me say it three times—I am not a charlatan, not a charlatan, not a charlatan!!!)

“If what Uncle Meng said is true, then I feel a bit more at ease.”
An Xiyan let out a long sigh of relief. She wasn’t a cold-hearted person—she couldn’t stand to see innocent civilians suffer and die.

But at the same time, she understood her own limits clearly—she wasn’t that powerful.

She rubbed her temples and, after a moment of thought, said,
“Uncle Meng, since we know what’s coming, we can’t just ignore it. The people in this town are innocent.”

Meng Guangping frowned and asked cautiously,
“Miss, do you mean… you want us to warn the townsfolk?”

An Xiyan nodded.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. Saving even one life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda. We’ll do what little we can—save whoever we can.”

Upon hearing that, Meng Guangping’s frown deepened.
He didn’t quite agree with the young miss’s idea. What mattered most to him was the safety of the young lady and the young master.

He wasn’t going to risk their lives to help strangers. If it ever came to that point, he’d rather die with guilt than face the master and madam having failed in his duty.

After a moment of thought, he still voiced his concerns,
“Miss, I disagree. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, but you’re not a member of the royal family. You have no obligation to bear this kind of burden.”

“Besides, we’re just a few people. We can barely take care of ourselves—how could we possibly look after anyone else?”

He took a deep breath and continued,
“You may call me selfish, and I’ll admit it without complaint. But please, Miss, consider this carefully.”