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Mulan, General and Ghost Bride
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General Lui rides up front, his son and Yichen flanking him, and she and Changrui on the edges.

The general must be pretty confident about the lack of enemy soldiers nearby if he’s having all he officers in the front. The last thing they need is for all of them to go down after one full frontal attack. They’d do their best, but the rest of the soldiers are just as green as she is, and with them all gone, taking down the rest of the company would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Their role may be cannon fodder, but if they’re going to die quickly and ingloriously, they can at least do it usefully.

Sure enough, as soon as they’re past the busier village and are no longer providing the dubious role as moral builder, Yichen and Lui Guo fall back, each of them setting up on opposite sides of the procession and taking their lieutenants with them. They’re far enough away from the marching soldiers that Mulan doesn’t worry about speaking freely. “My husband thinks it was a bad idea to promote me.”

Lui Guo glances around, like he always does whenever she talks about Jinhai. She understands the impulse even if it’s a waste since she’s the only that can see or hear him. Ghost marriages were supposed to be about marrying into a family with no husband at all to complicate matters. It’s really just her luck that she’d gotten the exact opposite – not only does she still have a to deal with her husband, but he has no business to distract him but hers. He should at least be able to haunt his own family, since that’s where his tablet is, but he claims that she’s the only one he can reach.

More of her stellar luck.

“Why’s he think that?” Lui Guo asks. Mulan raises an eyebrow and he presses his lips together in an attempt to hide his smile. “Don’t worry. We’re all going to die before anyone can figure you out and decide to blab about it to the emperor. Your family’s reputation will remain intact.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “I am still Hua Guerin’s child.”

Her father is far enough from traditional that despite his service and rank, their family has always been look at a little strangely.

“I said intact,” he replies. “Not improved.”

She gets close enough to kick him, careful to avoid his horse, and his laugh has heads turning in their direction. She doesn’t bother to try and stop her smile from spreading.

Just because they’re headed to their death doesn’t mean they have to be maudlin about it.