Chapter 56

"Ah, so dirty!" Mei Yi thought. -> OK.

Mei Yi

She wasn't a neat freak, but the surroundings were awful; seeing feces and wastewater splashed all over the road made her feel dizzy. -> OK.

- No named entities.

Human feces are the most intolerable, followed by horse dung, then rotting mud; when all kinds of stuff get mixed together and are trampled by countless people and horses, it becomes the ultimate filth of mankind. -> OK.

- No named entities.

How can these bastards stand it? -> OK.

- No.

Though this world has no clean places whatsoever, even Winterfell is like dog shit. Forest paths often reveal "gifts" left by cats, dogs, wolves, or some drunkard, waiting for the careless to step in them. -> OK.

Winterfell

forest path

Well, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing, is notorious as a shit city; do they mark their territories with feces like wolves? -> OK.

the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, King's Landing

King's Landing

Superior behavior spreads downward, no wonder plagues often visit. -> OK.

- No.

Someday I'll have you all cleaned top to bottom, but for now we need to deal with the immediate problem. -> OK.

- No.

"Ruika!" she shouted, "Sir Ruika!" -> OK.

Ruika Sir Ruika

The boy cared about that title; since a little courtesy could soothe his mood, she wasn't unwilling to indulge him. -> OK.

- No new entities.

The boy hurried forward, tripping over his own feet. -> OK.

- No.

A youth not yet of age, possibly half a head shorter than Sansa, actually became a knight—this world is crazy! -> Note: we used an em dash. That's fine. Ensure no Chinese.

Shansha

"Miss, or rather, Sir?" he asked. -> OK.

- No new.

"Take thirty men from my guard to see who's defecating anywhere," she said, fingering the hilt of her sword; the ruby on it gleamed with the rhythm, flashing like a madman's evil grin—some people see it that way. -> OK.

guard sword hilt ruby

These people don't understand a word, how many times have I already ordered? -> OK.

- No.

"If you see anyone defecating anywhere, don't report it to me—no matter who, pull down their pants, drag them to the middle of the camp, and whip them three times." She paused, letting the boy remember: "If they're wounded, check whether the wound is on their buttocks; if not, give them one lash; if it is, just warn them and tell them they'd better not let the wound heal, otherwise if it does heal they'll get two more lashes." -> OK.

- No.

"Sir, I, I don't remember," he said embarrassedly. -> OK.

- No.

"After making you a knight, you're still absent‑minded—what are you up to?" Mei Yi poked him with her sword sheath, "Tomorrow before we break camp, I'll give you a proper drill! Though you're a knight, your half‑assed skills might not even beat Bran." -> Note: we used hyphen in absent‑minded (with a non-breaking hyphen? but it's fine). Also half‑assed. Ensure no Chinese.

Bulan

Knight

"Come on, really?" Ruika said, stiff‑necked. -> OK.

- No.

Good heavens, it's just a metaphor, you idiot. -> OK.

- No.

"Bran may have a wolf, but what do you have? Are you relying on your stupid head?" She tapped his breastplate with the sword sheath. -> OK.

Bulan wolf

There were arrow holes on the armor; we'd seized plenty of suitable suits, but the little brat refused to change, saying it was an honor hole. Hey, an honor hole—when you see the queen's face turn red like a monkey's butt, why not show off some honor hole? -> OK.

Queen little devil

He seemed to be thinking how to rebut, but Mei Yi quickly changed the subject: "I'll repeat the order once more—listen well. You know, an excellent officer can always repeat the commander's command in full, without missing a detail. This is the first step in your training as an attendant and messenger!" -> OK.

military officer attendant messenger

"I'm a

- No.

"A knight?" Mei Yi laughed, "A knight is just a borrowed honor—you hardly have any attendant experience!"

- No.

"Aren't you the same?"

- No.

He seemed to have a talent for finding fault in people.

- No.

Mei Yi stepped forward, thrust with her sword, striking his breastplate; he immediately toppled over, and then she followed with a side kick, flipping him onto his face in the mud.

- No.

The soldiers around came and went, pausing to watch, then hurriedly scattered, fearing collateral damage.

- No.

Ruika lay on the ground clutching his stomach, struggling to stand, he took off his glove and wiped the mud from his face.

- No.

"Hear the order!" she shouted.

- No.

"Yes, miss, not sir!" he replied, standing straight.

- No.

Mei Yi repeated the order, and the little brat hurried away upon hearing it.

- No.

The stinky brat lacks education and manners.

- No.

It's also strange how everyone in this world is quick to talk back, yet no one shows any respect for teachers.

- No.

She was about to turn back to her main camp when the little brat ran back again.

main camp

"If you tell me you haven't memorized the order, I'll flay you alive," she said menacingly.

- No.

After being made a knight, this kid grew so proud his butt stuck up to the sky; granting him knighthood was almost the thing she regretted most.

- No.

Now her only proper attendant is that George Kaiso kid; he's decent, honest, obedient, and eager to learn.

Qiaozhi Kaisuo

But he must wait until he's twenty to be knighted, which still leaves seven or eight years—not bad.

- No.

"No, no, I know, Sir, you issued the order after seeing the feces on the road, but that was just someone else splashing it around; nobody actually defecated here. You might need to find who splashed the feces."

- No.

"Oh, so you're reminding me I gave the wrong order?"

- No.

He clenched his glove, hesitating, "No, miss... sir, I mean you could order a search for whoever is splashing feces. Throughout the army, fewer than twenty people have access to a toilet; if you find their attendants, you'll know who did it."

- No.

"All right. You're observant, but I reject your suggestion; I don't need to know who dumped it, only that they won't do it again, because I don't want my officers to think I'm nitpicking. I authorize you to warn them, provided they meet the earlier requirements." She waved her hand.

- No.

But the little brat stood there unmoving, as if he had more to say.

- No.

"Still not leaving?"

- No.

He fidgeted, unsure whether to speak.

- No.

"Sir Ruika, don't tell me you've taken a liking to some girl," he blushed but stayed silent, "The Mandel girl? Forget it, I was just joking that day…"

Mandele

young lady

"No, no," he waved his hands, "I mean, people say you, as the marshal, love meddling in feces and urine, so they've given you a nickname."

Marshal

"What nickname?"

- No.

"Feces and Urine President."

Feces and Urine President

"That's too harsh!" he chuckled a bit.

- No.

"Digging Pits General."

Digging Pits General

"Just say it all at once!" That's not enough.

- No.

"Imperial Feces Wolf."

Imperial Feces Wolf

Mei Yi burst out laughing.

- No.

"You're not going to tell me who came up with these?" Mei Yi stopped laughing, gripped her sword, and stared at Ruika.

- No.

"Sir, I already promised them confidentiality," he mumbled.

- No.

"You're my attendant; how could they say these nicknames in front of you and still expect you to keep quiet?" Which people do you think I don't know about?

- No.

"I am now a knight."

A damned knight.

"Then let's keep these feces and urine secret." Mei Yi lost patience, walked two steps, then turned and said to him, "Although you are now a knight, your bearing and speech don't match; when we return to Winterfell, I will have a cultivator correct you."

Correct it properly.

Mei Yi lifted her foot and walked on the camp built on the mud, beginning to miss the Eastern Valyrian Road. It wasn't a concrete road, but its quality far surpassed concrete.

Scholars listed that road as a world wonder, truly living up to its name.

More importantly, the surface of the Valyrian Road retained no trace of magical aura, so its construction method could only be understood as pure engineering craftsmanship.

The craftsmanship has actually been lost. What a pity.

She decided that, after settling this mess at home and abroad, she would definitely properly explore Valyria!

She stepped in the mud, carrying her sword, trudging through this damn mud.

She felt, this is an all-around terrible world, except... uh, she couldn't think of anything for a moment.

The mud stuck to her boots grew heavier and heavier, to the point it threatened to pull off her boots. She could only use her two feet to scrape off the mud from each other.

If a nun saw this, she would surely utter something fragrant again.

Alas, poor Sister Modan, may the lords of King's Landing still find your head.

Shaking off the mud, she continued forward, the surrounding soldiers eyeing her curiously.

Heh, no wonder officers riding out always mount tall steeds, both to avoid the mud and maintain dignity. But if they truly wanted to maintain dignity, they probably couldn't closely inspect the camp's quality.

The camp was neatly set up on open land; she had personally inspected it once, and it had all the necessary obstacles, stockades, and simple watchtowers, barely meeting the requirements.

Although there were likely no enemies nearby to provoke, marching still required marching discipline. Not mentioning the young father Eddard Stark's fragmentary teachings on this, nor the countless ages-old military essentials she had read (also only fragmentary), the recent defeat of Davos and others right before her eyes is a good example.

To minimize friendly casualties, she had repeatedly proclaimed obvious rules in the army, yet there always are some big and small fools who overreach and provoke, hoping to continually expand their freedom in a female-led army.

Old Father Eddard would tell them, military discipline is strict, ten battles nine wins, but he didn't say how to do it. Women won't summarize all these principles; she would tell them, she can behead just as swiftly, or even more swiftly.

Although the camp was well set up, various foul smells permeated everywhere. Only slightly farther from the camp could one smell fresh vegetation; up close, probably only the digested scent of vegetation remained.

The horses drop an astonishing amount of dung each day, hey, kingdom's generals, have you weighed it? I have.

When she arrived at her large tent, the sky had grown completely dark. Far off, she saw that George had already lit several huge tallow candles inside the tent; the candles gave off bright light, but she knew the smoke they emitted was terrifying, and by the next day she would surely reek of that candle's burnt smell.

If Sansa stayed in such a place for a day, she would surely vomit three times—uh, once after each meal.

I heard she had already escaped; where is she now? Not considering transmission delays, it must have been at least forty or fifty days, right?

Hope she has safely returned to Winterfell.

Even after the fall of Casterly Bay, Winterfell no longer had ravens able to fly to Riverrun; now, messages basically flow only one way toward Winterfell.

How unfair! I send you all good news, yet you can't send anything back.

Outside the tent, she let out a soft sigh.

If Sansa had not escaped from King's Landing, she felt she would surely try harder, putting all her effort into capturing Jaime.

I will go capture him myself.

Heh, I thought this lion would rather die than retreat, but I didn't expect it to run faster than anyone.

That brat Robb could capture him alive once, but she failed to do so—really embarrassing.

Ah, Robb, you little fool.

She slightly calmed her emotions.

Regarding Sansa, she always felt somewhat uneasy, and she knew that her unease always signified that something bad had already happened; a warrior's sixth sense is keen and reliable.

Miss, have you been caught by some evil dragon again?

She entered the tent; the Earl of Deepwood, Sir Wylis Manderly, Lord Seaworth, and Lord Tollett were all present.

Also present was Sir Lawrence Snow, whom the Earl of Deepwood likes to bring wherever he goes.

Does he think that if we stare at each other long enough we'll see eye to eye? Childish!

"Greetings, lords." She stepped into the tent and said to the several of them.