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Chapter 343 v 2.0
🕑 Added 2018-06-13 18:02:54 +0000 UTCmore polished and with an ending, but no meme and way too long. dunno wat I'll do about that, but meh.
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Striding through the carpeted hallway, Zian paid no attention to the palatial furnishings or opulent decor, his thoughts focused on the tribulations ahead. Tonight marked a turning point in his life, easily the most crucial performance of his life. Success or failure would determine his fate, and if he could not triumph over this trial with grace, then he hoped to at least make it through the night with his self-respect intact. Better to die with dignity than live in disgrace, and while his thoughts fixated on past humiliations, he did his best to put them all behind him. Tonight, a new Situ Jia Zian had arrived, and while the new him lacked the prestige and renown of his past self, he had surpassed that entitled, hedonistic young master hed once been. The new Situ Jia Zian was better in all ways, smarter, stronger, and savvier than ever, equipped to deal with whatever the Heavens had to throw at him.
Or so he hoped.
For the umpteenth time, Zian silenced the part of his brain telling him to retreat back to the safety of his guest room at the Yo household. What awaited at his destination was indignity at best and worse should he fail, but this was the only path left to him. Itd taken several cups of liquid courage to even make it this far, and though he was determined to see things through, the new Situ Jia Zian also came with a host of unfamiliar insecurities and apprehensions. What if he couldnt hold himself back and lost his head? Hed be sent packing in shame and disgrace at a time he could ill afford it. Jing Fei, treasure that she was, had been coaching him through his difficulties, but while she proved herself an able teacher, he was an adequate student at best.
What happened to the golden child, the Situ Jia Zian who could do no wrong? The number one talent in the North, the peerless duellist and rising young dragon?
Hed been replaced by a failure is what happened. No. Not a failure, but worse, a man doomed to wallow in obscure mediocrity for the rest of his life.
The days preceding the Imperial Grand Conference had not been kind to Zian. Day after day he took to the stage, hoping to defeat some illustrious warrior and make a name for himself, but after eighteen victories on his first day, the warriors of Central banded together against the foreign threat. Knowing they were not his match, Zians similarly-aged peers all but disappeared from the duelling grounds and replaced with older, seasoned nobodies. Though nameless and undistinguished, those wily, shameless veterans used their combined knowledge and experience to uncover Zians patterns and weaknesses for all of Central to see. Time and time again, Zian suffered defeat at the hands of his well-prepared opponents, all wise to his tricks and exploiting his shortcomings to defeat him time and time again. The Enemy came in all shapes and sizes, so Zian viewed it as practice to help shore up his weaknesses, but even then, losing was unpleasant.
And he lost far more often than he liked.
Now, almost a week later, Zian had become the laughing stock of Nan Ping, the Northern whipping boy for the Empires flawed and inferior warriors. Men and women wallowing in mediocrity used him to bolster their confidence or vent their frustrations, showing that they too could match or defeat a former number one talent of the North, future Patriarch, Magistrate, and all around stuck-up noble. As humiliating as it all was, it was nothing compared to the shame Zian felt from admitting Rain was right: One learns far more from a loss than a victory.
Unfortunately, while his Martial prowess steadily improved, his inflated reputation was at an all time low. While he hardly cared for the opinion of peasants, it put him in a precarious situation within the clan. Displeased by Zians dissatisfied attitude and smouldering hostility, Patriarch Rang Min had seized the opportunity, using Zians disgraceful behaviour to discredit him among the Clan and put Cousin Gulongs name as a candidate for the next Patriarch instead. While this was what Zian wanted, Mother and Jing Fei both warned him that things were moving too fast, his fall from grace more meteoric than expected. Were he to fall too far too fast, then Zians support from the Clan would all but disappear and there would be nothing holding Rang Min back from having Zian killed alongside Mother and Uncle.
Thus, to preserve his life, Zian needed allies outside the clan, and there was one person best suited to help him. He didnt want to do it, but what choice did he have?
Having arrived at his destination, Zian hesitated at the threshold of the opened double doors, knowing this would be his last chance to retreat. His pause was brief, infinitesimal even, but the indecision was there and Zian loathed it. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed his pride and faked a smile, forcing his feet through the doors and into the warm glow of the courtyard. Dreading the next few minutes with all his heart, he followed the stone pathway lined with dozens of paper lanterns and surrounded by a crowd of servants and onlookers. Their muted chatter was lost among the background music, intermingling and clashing like the heady bouquet of perfumes and aromas, but it all went unnoticed as his stomach dropped at the sight of his new benefactor.
Zian!
Grinning from ear to ear in what seemed like a genuine smile, Rain greeted Zian like an old friend, leaving the Guardian Turtle behind to meet him halfway instead of standing in place to wait as decorum demanded. An honour for most, but Zian felt the knife twisting in heart as his most hated foe became his most valued ally.
Zian almost preferred death to relying on Rains charity.
Almost.
Im so glad you could make it, Rain said, arm slipping over Zians shoulders in an overly-familiar gesture. As much as he wanted to shrug Rains arm off, Zian needed the watching nobles and dignitaries to see how friendly he was with the new number one talent in the Empire. Rains star was on the rise and seeking shelter in his growing shadow was Zians best chance to stay alive. It was a tremendous blow to his pride, but his options were limited and oddly enough, Zian trusted Rain not to betray him. When all was said and done, it would be foolish to rely on Uncle Yangs old friendship with Yo Shi-Woo or Mothers self-serving allies in Central when Rain was clearly the best option, a man who valued friendship and family above all else.
Mother told him that if a common street whore could smile while a fat, greasy merchant grunted over her, then Zian could smile and shake hands with Rain, a distasteful metaphor, but an apt one.
Oblivious to Zians inner struggle, Rain Sent, It feels good to finally see a friendly face, and an unpowdered one at that. All these Central nobles cake their makeup on so thick, how am I supposed to recognize them without it? I swear if they traded hats, I wouldnt be able to name more than three of them even if my life depended on it.
Mhmm, Zian grunted, remaining non-committal. Were they friends? How did this happen? Hed expected smug gloating and hidden barbs, not friendly small talk.
Leading him back towards the Guardian Turtle, Rain nattered on through Sending, making no mention of the large favour he was doing for Zian and his family. Fung and BoShui are already here, as well as ZhiLan and a few others you might recognize. The food smells delicious, but I cant vouch for the taste. Ive been stuck standing out here greeting guests for the last hour, all without a bite to eat. Anyways, lets get the formalities over with. Giving the turtle a pat on the beak, Rain turned and faced Zian, Mother, and Uncle Yang, hands clasped in a salute as he bowed ever so slightly. Speaking in a loud, if strained and post-pubescent voice, he announced, I, Falling Rain, welcome distinguished guests Magistrate Situ Jia Ying of Shen Yun, Lieutenant General Situ Jia Yang, and Warrant Officer Situ Jia Zian. Your presence brings great honour to this ones humble banquet, thrown in honour of his concubine, Zheng Luo.
What a difference a day makes. Rain played his part to perfection, and even looked the part of respectable young noble, sporting a new haircut and a high-collared, black silk shirt adorned with striking gold-patterned embroidery. Wearing his sword on his hip, the red-wrappings of his hilt had been replaced with interlacing gold and black, with the scabbard repainted to match. Oddly enough, under his loose silk pants, Rain wore sturdy leather boots instead of fashionable cloth shoes, a choice which suited him. The boots made him stand out and lent him an air of authority and dominance, a man ready to wade through blood and guts no matter the occasion.
Feeling self-conscious about his choice in footwear, Zian clasped his hands and returned the greeting while Mother and Uncle Yang did the same. Barely glancing at their proffered gifts as waiting servants took them away, Rain stepped in to chat some more, putting on a show for their watching audience. Already, Zian saw servants scurrying away to report on Rain and Zians friendship, and while Zian felt grateful for the help, it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Enjoying this far too much, Rain grinned and bowed properly to Mother and Uncle Yang, sending another wave of servants rushing off. Its nice to see you both again, especially in this amicable setting given our... rocky past. Straightening up, he winked and whispered, Though I will say that your gifts were far more impressive the last time we met.
Uncle Yang merely grunted, still feeling self-conscious about owing the Bekhai for not exposing his errors at the Wall and now sheltering his nephew, but Mother visibly bristled with anger as she pinched Rains cheek like a kindly aunt. Enduring his punishment with a smirk, Rain past them to greet Jing Fei, standing behind Zian with her head bowed. Ong Jing Fei, is that you? Stopping her mid-curtsy, Rain brought Jing Feis hands up to his lips and kissed them lightly in an overly-familiar gesture. Come now, no need for that. We havent always gotten along, but thats all in the past now. Though his smile never wavered, Rains eyes hardened as he stared at Jing Feis hands and whispered, If my friend dies under mysterious circumstances, I will kill you and everyone you care about. Doesnt matter if you have a hand in it or not, so I suggest you take good care of your husbands health.
Quashing the instinct to throttle Rain where he stood, Zian spoke up in Jing Feis defence, his smile strained and slipping. This is nothing you need concern yourself with. The words came out mild and quiet, not at all the harsh tone he expected. She is my concubine, and as such, her fate intrinsically tied to my own.
Uh-huh. Does she scratch you during love making?
What?
Still holding Jing Feis hands, Rain brought them to Zians attention and raised one eyebrow ever so slightly. If she does, you might want to see a Healer. I dont have proof, but her sharpened nails are mighty suspicious. Add in the almost imperceptible quiver in her fingers and the dead skin at the base of her nails, and Im fairly certain theyre coated in a dye made from white snakeroot. Its not immediately deadly unless taken in staggering quantities, but even trace amounts remain in the body for years after exposure, allowing toxins to build up over time until it reaches fatal levels. Not a pleasant way to go, seizing, vomiting, and shitting yourself to death.
Blood draining from his face, Zian confirmed Rains observations before turning to Jing Fei, his heart sinking as he watched her struggle against Rains unyielding grasp. Gritting her teeth, Jing Feis shoulders slumped and she fell still, accepting she was trapped and showing no signs of resistance. Its not what you think, she said with a sigh. Its datura extract, not white snakeroot. Far deadlier and kills within minutes. Its for self-defence, not slowly weakening my husband.
Quickly releasing Jing Feis hands, Rain calmly inspected his skin for cuts and uttered, Oh good, because that makes me feel so much better.
Zian itched to draw his saber and cut Jing Fei down where she stood, but Mother stopped him before he could act. Dont be hasty, she Sent, soothing him with a pat on the arm. Rain did us a great service forcing her hand. I also thought she was using white snakeroot, but now we know she isnt plotting to kill you slowly. Congratulations, your years of bedding every serving girl in sight have finally proven of use, having conquered your concubine through sheer sexual prowess.
Cheeks burning with shame while inwardly swelling with pride, Zian made a mental note to be more careful when holding his concubines hand. Taking a deep breath, he saluted Rain and said, Thank you for your concern, but I have matters well under control.
Wearing a mischievous, shit-eating grin, Rain clearly reached the same conclusion Mother had. Ill bet you do. My respects to a master of his craft.
Disguising his laughter with a cough, Uncle Yang patted Rains shoulder in a false show of friendship for the watching crowd. Enough dallying about, you have other, more important guests to greet.
Thank you for the reminder. Stepping aside to let them pass, Rain added in a low voice, Regarding your... difficulties. Neither Situ nor Han Patriarch received an invitation tonight, which will tell the Society where the Bekhai stand. Marshal Yuzhen said that would be enough, but if you need more, speak and Ill do what I can.
Though it pained him to do so, Zian nodded in gratitude and Rain graciously accepted it with a nod of his own before leaving to greet his next waiting guests. Silently promising to return this favour ten-fold, Zian hung back to allow Mother and Uncle Yang lead the way while he waited for Jing Fei, drinking in the sight of her voluptuous body squeezed into a tiny dress. Mother in Heaven, why was he so entranced by this viper of a woman?
Offering her his arm, he gingerly patted her hand as they strode into the courtyard. Youve clawed me often enough with your poison dipped nails, he Sent, doing his best not to sound accusing, yet I still breathe. Why is that?
With an indifferent shrug, she Sent back, Youve nothing to worry about. The incense we use is a general antidote and it will do you good to build up your resistance. I will admit that not all my clawings are... voluntary, however.
Zian hid his satisfaction with a noncommittal grunt. In the future, Id like to remain informed regarding your... preventative measures.
As you command, husband mine. Fighting the urge to flinch away from her hands, Zian froze in place as she adjusted his collar. Flashing a mischievous smile to show she noticed, Jing Fei Sent, I know it irks you to rely on Rain, so go out and find new allies, preferably some silly little lady with a powerful family you can seduce with your winning smile. I suggest you start with the Ryo siblings, theyre behind you and to your left. Make friends with the brother and charm one or both sisters. Good hunting dear husband, Fei-Fei wishes you the best of luck.
Though he didnt need her permission or understanding to take a wife, Zian was glad to see Jing Fei handling this so well. Truth be told, were it not for his dire circumstances, he wouldnt even want to take a wife, content to spend his days and nights with his intoxicating concubine. Not only was she beautiful, intelligent, and perceptive, she was also a skilled Martial Warrior, not quite as strong as Fung or BoShui, but close. In comparison, other women were boring, meek, unappealing creatures, incapable of drawing his interest or holding his attention, but circumstances demanded he go seek one out. In a just world, he would make Jing Fei his official wife, but as outstanding as she was, she lacked the backing necessary to contend against the Society. He needed new allies, and the easiest way to secure them was through marriage.
Despite the logic behind his decision, Zian was reluctant to start his hunt, instead standing around to silently greet a few familiar faces while searching for Mila in the crowd. How was she handling the news of yet another woman in Rains life? Not well, in all likelihood, considering her pride and temperament. Sadly, Mila was nowhere to be found, nor were Li Song, Mei Lin, and Rains other pets. Either Mila would make her entrance alongside the new concubine or she had chosen to eschew the festivities in silent protest. A small part of him hoped it would be the latter and eventually lead to Mila calling off her betrothal, allowing Zian to swoop in to console and win her over. Then he would have a true alliance with the Bekhai without having to rely on Rains goodwill and... friendship.
Drowning in a sea of guilt and self-reproach, Zian banished all thoughts of stealing Mila away. Much as he hated to admit it, she seemed happiest when at Rains side, her charming pout turning into a dazzling smile every time she saw him, and shed already proven to be fine with sharing him with other women. It wasnt right for Zian to pine after his friends betrothed, and even though it felt strange to call Rain his friend, denying it at this point would be silly and self-destructive. Maddeningly enough, Zian had precious few friends. None, in fact. Previously, all Zian had were allies and enemies, and while itd never bothered him before, he found it... irksome that Rain would be his first. Even Sang Ryong, a fellow member of the Society who hed fought beside in Sanshu, refused to return Zians nod, while Jin ZhiLan, the other Society Warrant Officer hed fought beside, had to make sure no one of note was watching before she returned his greeting. Though Zians precarious circumstances were known only to the Clan and select few others, the other factions of the Society had spies aplenty to inform them of his fall from grace.
Which meant he had to act fast before word spread and his value plummeted. As a young expert, future Patriarch, and future Magistrate, his status was enough to entice all but the most powerful of Central noble families, but a disgraced heir in conflict with his powerful clan? No noble family would spare him a second glance.
Many an alliance had begun at parties like this, friendships struck and marriages made over polite conversation and too many drinks, and Zian intended to take advantage of that fact. To this end, Zian followed Jing Feis advice and approached Ryo Geom-Chi with a smile, but before he could speak, Geom Chi moved to shield his sisters like a thuggish bodyguard. Away with you, he said, lip curled in a sneer, Neither of my sisters are interested in a playboy, dandy masochist.
Mind your manners now Chi-Chi. Graceful and refined, Chi-Chis elder sister Ryo Dain was more deadly than beautiful, though still easily one of the most beautiful women in the room. Where Jing Fei was shapely and seductive, Dain was slender and supple, her every movement made with finesse and elegance. Wearing a modest, traditional dress, she possessed the bearing of a bold, unyielding warrior, her brother instinctively giving way as she approached Zian in a manner which set off all sorts of warnings. Her slow, gliding pace with feet never leaving the floor, her delicate fingers twitching towards the hilt of her sword, how Geom-Chi gave her just enough room to draw her weapon, all this and more told him that Dain was an accomplished warrior to be feared and respected, and one itching for a fight.
Which just so happened to be exactly Zians type.
Even her smile was aggressive, given with narrowed eyes and bared teeth as she gave him a martial salute. Young Patriarch Situ Jia Zian, Dain has heard much about your exploits in Nan Ping. What does the former number one talent of the North think of Centrals level of ability?
Erring on the side of caution, Zian responded with humble cordiality. Dain hailed from Central and was also a former number one talent, dominating her peers in the Hwarang for five years with her dazzling swordsmanship. As with everywhere else, there are exceptional warriors and mediocre warriors, though I have had the privilege and pleasure to cross blades with more than a few exceptional ones.
Oh? Disappointment flashed across Dains eyes as Zians modest response cost him her interest. And here I thought Situ Jia Zian was a dragon among men. How boring. Leave now.
No wonder she was still unmarried at twenty-eight years of age. No matter, there was still a younger sister. Ignoring Dains offhand dismissal, Zian smiled at Geom-Chi and said, I enjoyed our last match. We are close equals in strength and our styles complimentary. We would both benefit much from sparring again.
Cognizant of Zians intentions, Geom-Chi smirked and gestured towards his younger sister, who stood with arms crossed and a look of contempt pasted across her fair face, so full of youthful vigour. Seoyoon makes Dain seem bashful and polite in comparison.
Take care then. Nodding in thanks for the warning, Zian strode off in search of another target, but found no woman who drew his interest. Worse, few even cared to keep him company, his attempts to make polite conversation kept falling flat, whether it be with Tam Taewoong, Yong-Jin, Dienne, or any of the other well known talents present. Even lesser known warriors made no more than a modest effort to carry on a conversation, while others chose to outright snub him. For the first time in his life, and the only time he truly needed them, Zians charms and good looks failed him. His stubborn and shameless display on the duelling stages made him something of a pariah in Central, where they valued face and victory far more than actual growth.
It was maddening. What did they expect, for him to tuck tail and run home because he lost a handful of matches? In retrospect, keeping his Natal Palace a secret had cost Zian more than hed expected, his reputation as a martial genius now called into question. Now, everyone saw him as a failed has been, replaced by the rising stars of the North, Falling Rain and Dastan Zhandos, though neither one was present. In their absence, Fung and BoShui stood high in the publics eye, surrounded by a crowd of admirers and sycophants who sought to make a connection with the Bekhai through their closest allies.
How depressing. Despite Rains warm welcome, it seemed like everyone had already decided that Situ Jia Zian was a name to forget.
Zian! As if noticing him for the first time, Fungs boisterous voice boomed out over the music, an irksome, languid smile stretched across his stupid face as he strode up with arms outstretched. Its about time you arrived. Always so fashionably late. I swear, Rains gifted pocket-watch is wasted on you. Wrapping Zian in a friendly hug, Fung Sent, Stop struggling and play along, you cantankerous ingrate. Were friends now, remember? Mother in Heaven, you have the acting skills of a brick. How did you survive so long?
Realizing Fung was trying to help, Zian faked a smile and returned the warm greeting, though felt utterly awkward doing so. Fung was Zians least favourite sparring partner, though not for any fault of his own. For years hed heard rumours of how Tong Da Fung would be the next Situ Jia Zian, an affluent, carefree, womanizer of prodigious martial talent, and while those rumours never bothered him before, it vexed him to watch Fungs star rise while Zians fell and blinked out of existence.
It had nothing to do with how Fung used to be betrothed to Jing Fei. Nothing at all. Zian disliked Fung long before Jing Fei came into his life.
While BoShui introduced Zian to the fawning onlookers, Fung and Zian stood side by side like the best of friends, struggling to keep their fake smiles while exchanging barbs through Sending. Ill never understand Rain, Fung Sent, squeezing Zians shoulder harder than necessary. Were it up to me, Id leave you for the wolves. Your little cousin Gulong would be much easier to deal with, but alas, Rain is a merciful man. He does so love collecting pets, but youre easily the ugliest one yet.
Perhaps hes grown tired of playing nursemaid and tutor to a grown man-child like you, Zian replied, his fingers digging into the back of Fungs neck, And yearns for an actual peer to associate with.
Tong Da Fung, a man-child? Thats rich, coming from the profligate Situ Jia Zian. Then again, after seeing you fail miserably with the Ryo sisters, Im beginning to think those rumours were all lies. You were so awkward and bumbling, it was painful to watch. Come, this young master will take pity upon you and teach you how to properly seduce a woman like Ryo Dain.
Hmph. And I suppose you have your eye on Seoyoon?
I do, but for some strange reason, her old maid of sister disapproves of me. I figured the best way to deal with her was to sacrifice some poor, luckless bastard to that she-devil and I immediately thought of you. Youre just as ancient as she is, so you two will have much to talk about.
As much as Zian wanted to refuse, Fungs help was exactly what he needed. Only now did he realize that Situ Jia Zian had never been a hunter of women. He was a caged tiger, with meals delivered to his doorstep whenever he desired them, wholly out of his element in the wilds and at a loss on how to entice the alluring and contentious Ryo Dain. Left with no other choice, Zian swallowed his pride and played along with the farce, treating Fung and BoShui like his bosom buddies as they laughed and drank with the most prominent youths of the Empire.
Tonight marked the death of Situ Jia Zian and the rise of Lu Jia Zian, son of Lu An Jing and Situ Jia Ying, Disciple of Jukai, Nephew to Situ Jia Yang, and a dragon among men.
Comments
ThePolarParadox
A total Rain move. A touch of the Undying Savage's rebellion even as he is groomed for higher society. He may be a Prince Consort now but the boots are there to remind people he was a fighter and a rebel long before he was a pampered socialite.
ThePolarParadox
The caged animal comparison was spot on. Rain will treat Zian like he treats Jimjam. XD
Imma sleep on this and get back to it in the morning. You may be right.
twas stupid fun. I'm not exactly back back, i just wanted to finish this chapter up. Tuesday the 19th is the earliest, since i'll be gone all weekend for my buddies bachelor party.
Thenais
this version is clearly smoother, but for " having conquered your concubine through sheer sexual prowess" which is too crass :p it was better left implied.
ElJako98
Welcome back, you're a little earlier than I expected honestly. How'd the start of the new PoE season go?
Alan McBrayer
I do enjoy how Zian is being dragged kicking and screaming into the real world
Khress
He is back! Yeeha! Love that bit about Rain's footwear, don't know why, but that passage was a touch of genius for me!
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