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Chapter 346 super rough and kinda rushed.
🕑 Added 2018-06-30 00:31:47 +0000 UTCRushed the ending a little, will flesh it out, but POKER CALLS so fuck all yall.
Sorry. I just love gambling so much...
K enjoy.
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Patron Keifru, Sam anon
Checking the mirror for the umpteenth time, Luo-Luo straightened her hair piece and smoothed out her dress, though neither were out of place to begin with. Fanning herself to keep from perspiring, she took a long, calming breath, and then another, wondering why her body felt so hot in the cool spring clime, her breath forming misty white clouds which were carried away by a smooth, steady breeze. Illogical is what it was, but she lacked the necessary time and learning to delve into the mysteries of the human body, with her entrance into high society mere minutes away. Shed spent six long years dreaming of this moment and yet somehow she was still caught unawares, mentally scrambling to make sure she hadnt overlooked anything of importance or made any obvious gaffes.
Oh, if only she hadnt insisted on having this banquet as quickly as possible, she could have taken her time to ensure everyone knew their parts and nothing would go wrong. Too late for regret now, her Lord Husband was awaiting her presence and to leave him and his guests waiting would make for a horrible first impression, but such matters were out of her hands. As the leading heroine of tonights banquet, she should be last to take the stage, but her sister-wives and their families had yet to arrive. Oh Mother above, why did her Lord Husband seat their guests before everyone was ready? This was a disaster, their guests were people of influence and standing, unaccustomed to being asked to wait. If this delay were to upset them, then all would be lost, her Lord Husband shunned by his peers and -
Luo-Luo, help please.
Leaving her father, guards, and the adorable twin bears behind, Lin-Ling ran down the hallway to meet with Luo-Luo and Mother. Leaping over in a flurry of silk and cotton, Lin-Lin landed softly and flashed her charming smile, handing over a box filled with silver, sapphire encrusted hairpins and a jewelled mesh, all of which were supposed to be worn in Lin-Lin hair. Her braided hair, no less, the same frayed braids shed worn all day, not even yet to be brushed or oiled. Though time was of the essence, Luo-Luo inwardly cringed and answered, Luo-Luo is happy to help. There was no time for extensive brushing or an elaborate styling, but shed done more with less. Lin-Lin would look fetching with her hair in a low, knotted bun, or perhaps she prefers a stick shell?
Recoiling in concern, Lin-Lin grabbed her braids and shook her head in vehement denial. No thank you, just put the pins and net on please, ya? Hubby loves Lin-Lins braids.
Really? The exclamation slipped out before she could stop it, so surprised by her Lord Husbands tastes. Then again, it made sense, her Lord Husband was still a young man of nineteen, his memories of childhood still fresh in his mind. Perhaps hed be more receptive if Luo-Luo braided her hair too...
Yup. Certain her braids would be left untouched, Lin-Lin turned around to let Luo-Luo do her work, doing her best to cover up the frayed braids while slipping the unneeded hairpins in around the sweet girls bunny ears. Hubby used to come over every afternoon and cook lunch for all three of us, then hed come brush and braid my hair. When he was done, hed give them a light tug and smile before telling me I was too cute. Hubbys the best, ya?
Where do the years go? Lin-Lins father was a dramatic sort, not entirely what Luo-Luo expected of a Medical Saint, dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief while shaking his head. It seems like just yesterday when I carried you into our home for the very first time, and now my precious Lin-Lin is a woman grown. Too fast, too fast.
Its okay daddy, Lin-Lin will always be here for you.
Smiling at the touching daughter/father exchange, Luo-Luo quickly finished working on Lin-Lins hair, stretching the silver-belled mesh over the pins so theyd hold it in place. Bringing Lin-Lin to the mirror, she glanced over the younger girls outfit and quivered with worry. Made from a vibrant blue silk and lined with silky, white fur, Lin-Lins dress was beautifully embroidered and stunning to look at, but cut in an almost archaic fashion. A loosely draped, high-necked, wide-sleeved blouse over two layered skirts, one short and fringed, the other long and flowing, all held in place with a broad, moon-patterned sash, this sort of dress hadnt been seen in the homeland for at least two-hundred years. Though outdated, this wasnt the issue which concerned Luo-Luo, for like the girl herself, Lin-Lins dress had a certain elegance and charm, bringing to mind a sort of loose and refined independence which Luo-Luo envied. No, what concerned her was how modest the dress was, covering sweet Lin-Lin from chin to floor without exposing so much as a toe or finger. She even had her lovely white scarf draped over her shoulders, as if the high necked blouse and modest shirt beneath it were not enough to protect her virtue.
In contrast, Luo-Luos skin-tight, red and gold silk dress bore a low neckline, left her shoulders and arms exposed, and ended just above her knees. Shed spotted it in the third shop theyd visited and fallen in love with the embroidery, her decision made once she realized it would only needed a few minor adjustments to fit, but shed forgotten to take into account that her Lord Husbands peoples were prudes. Why didnt Mother say anything? Shed taken one look at Luo-Luos dress and set to haggling over the price. Though brusque of temper and harsh of tongue, Mothers actions spoke of a woman with a kind, caring nature, always reassuring Luo-Luo not to worry about the price and reassuring her she was a part of the family.
Luo-Luo felt grateful to be so easily accepted by Mother, but had it all been a ruse? Did Mother give her just enough rope to hang herself, expecting Luo-Luo to embarrass herself strutting about in a scanty dress like a common harlot? Why would she do this?
Luo-Luos worries redoubled as her sister-in-law arrived wearing yet another modest, though more contemporary, dark purple dress. The high-necked, button-up ensemble hugged the contours of her athletic figure and left little to the imagination, but also covered her from neck to ankle. With her long brown hair in a half-up twisted crown, unadorned save for the white tufts of fur protruding around her tiger ears, Alsantset was a strikingly beautiful woman who could never be mistaken for helpless, her smoky eyes and serious demeanour only further enhancing her ferocious, untamed look. That same look struck fear into Luo-Luos heart as Alsantset examined her from head to toe, sneering in visible disapproval at Luo-Luos dress.
Resisting the urge to cover herself up, Luo-Luo straightened up and weathered her sister-in-laws scrutiny, silently taking a stand against this fearsome women. So what if she liked wearing provocative dresses? She wasnt like Alsantset, a warrior first and woman second. Luo-Luo relied solely on her husband for status and as such, cared for no opinion but his. Besides, she wasnt ashamed of her body and had worked hard to keep herself in first-rate condition. Oils to keep her hair silky and smooth, lotions and pumice stones to keep her skin soft and callous-free, stretches and exercises to keep in shape, Luo-Luos days and nights were filled with endless busywork to keep herself looking youthful and alluring.
After a long standoff, Alsantsets stony glare broke into a fearsome smile. Good, she said, patting Luo-Luos arms a little too hard. Above all else, remember to have courage. The women of the Bekhai are a stalwart and hardy bunch, not delicate mice to be coddled and sheltered. Remember this.
Before Luo-Luo could compose a response, Alsantset nodded and strode off, exiting out the double doors, through the sheer, silk curtains and directly onto the stage, raised and extended so Mothers wheeled chair could go directly from the hall to her table without traversing through any stairs. No, this isnt the time to marvel over their forethought, why did sister-in-law take the stage before everyone else had arrived?
Nothing to worry about girl, Mother said, still massaging the wildcats cheeks. Theyll be here soon enough. Cant keep our guests waiting too long, now can we.
Yes Mother. Fidgeting with her earrings, Luo-Luo checked if they were both still intact, worried a chain might have snapped or an amethyst lost on the way over. Where was Mila and her family?
Instead of buying more time, Lin-Lin grabbed her fathers hand and skipped onto stage, rushing over to her hubby for a loving, family embrace. The twin bears followed in her wake, looking ever so adorable in their silk neck scarves. Clumsily ambling about in a circuitous fashion, they eagerly explored their new surroundings. Thankfully, neither one of the animals ruined anything, drawn off to the side by some unseen decoy. With no one left to go on stage, long, torturous seconds passed as Luo-Luo stared down the hallway, releasing a breath she didnt know shed been holding when Mila, Li-Li, and their parents turned the corner, followed by the other two wildcats dressed in their delightful little outfits. Making their way over step by step, they moved as if they had all the time in the world and it took every ounce of discipline Luo-Luo had not to scream at them to hurry. Truth be told, their pace was far from slow, but it still felt like an eternity before they stepped past Luo-Luo and out onto the stage.
Only after they strode through the silk curtain did Luo-Luo have time to appreciate their outfits. While Luo-Luo had yet to officially meet them, father-in-law Husolt and mother-in-law Akanai seemed like a loving couple, walking arm in arm together with Mila and Li Song at their sides. Father-in-law was a strapping, barrel chested man with a wild beard and bushy brows, dressed rather conservatively in a loose, military style shirt and trousers. On the other hand, mother-in-laws outfit validated Luo-Luos own, wearing an adventurous skirt which was not only shorter than Luo-Luos, but also bore a scandalous opening down one side. It gave her more freedom of movement, but also allowed the audience brief glimpses at her tantalizing thigh as she strode across stage. Her low-cut blouse offered an alluring view of her impressive, milky-white bosom and bared shoulders, but the massive, double bladed pole-arm resting on one of said shoulders was enough to give most onlookers pause, not to mention the wrist-thick staff carried by her robust, war-like husband.
As for Mila and Li-Li, the two were an adorable reflection of their parents. With her black silk trousers, glimmering breastplate, and her hair pulled back and up into a high ponytail, Li-Li looked every bit the part of a young noble warrior. The only other changes to her ensemble were a pair of glittering earrings and a platinum tiara, both embedded with emeralds which complimented her green eyes beautifully. Hanging on Li-Lis arm, Milas out was equally as racy as her mothers, though she wore a shawl over her shoulders to convey modesty without changing a thing. A ruby studded bangle sat on her wrist, an egg-sized ruby dangled from her necklace, and teardrop rubies hung from her earlobes, made visible now that her hair was properly brushed and arranged. Luo-Luo envied the soft curls and lively colour of Milas beautiful red hair, not to mention her striking freckles which served to enhance her beauty. So ravishing and exotic, add in her toned body and warriors training and Luo-Luo worried she couldnt measure up in comparison.
Plus, they were the same height too...
Come girl, its our turn now. Brushing Jimjams head off of her lap, Sarnai picked away at the errant strands of fur left behind. Lets not leave them waiting any longer, its time to make your entrance and awe them with your beauty.
Blinking in surprise, Luo-Luo hesitated to correct Mother, but it needed to be said. Mother... custom demands the concubine be delivered by her family. Mother should head out first, Luo-Luo will follow soon after.
Bah, custom. You have no family, yes? Ill not have my daughter-in-law walk on stage alone. Unless thats what youd prefer, Mother added with a smile. Im sure every eye will be on you regardless.
Moved by Mothers warm affection, Luo-Luo shook her head and took the handles to Mothers wheeled chair. Together, they passed through the silk curtain and out onto the stage, where Luo-Luos Lord Husband waited to greet them. Standing tall in his black and gold clothes, he looked so regal and imposing, a youthful face tempered by maturity and adversity. So young and so talented, her Lord Husband was clearly a dragon among men, one destined for greatness whether it be through Martial might or intellectual acumen.
As they realized who she was, the audience broke into hushed whispers and muted chuckles, amused by the large difference in height between Luo-Luo and her Lord Husband. She worried this would happen and put him in a foul mood, but he ignored the crowd and fell to his knees to greet Mother and pet Jimjam. I like what youve done with your hair Mom, he said in a hoarse voice, punctuating his statement with a tired, but genuine smile. It makes you look more beautiful than usual.
Pei. Cant learn anything useful from my dog-brained husband but youve learned how to lie like him well enough.
Lord Husband shook his head in denial. Id never lie to you. Im not brave enough for that.
Despite her retort, Mother looked pleased with his response. Tch, seeing you lie without blinking like so, perhaps Ive been too harsh in judging that Fung boy. Youre a born skirt chaser is what you are.
Its both a curse and a blessing. Thank you for arranging all of this. Its beautiful.
Thank my Disciple, Rustram, he did all the work. Dont look so shocked, I may be feeble bodied but my mind is still sharp. And dont think for one second you can keep bullying him either, Ill not stand for it. Youre nowhere near strong enough to keep me from taking a cane to your butt. Waving him off, she added, Youve ignored your concubine long enough. I wont tell you to treat her well because youll do so regardless, but dont be so mule-headed and push her away. Shes no childhood friend or rival-turned-lover, but get to know her first, then get to making grandchildren for me to spoil.
Ill do my best Mom. After guiding Mother to her seat, Lord Husband returned to Luo-Luos side with a smile, though her heart broke to see that this one was just tired. Well, shall we? Taking her hand, he turned to the audience and spoke over their childish giggling. Honoured guests, it is my pleasure and privilege to present to you, my concubine, Imperial Servant Zheng Luo. The audience clapped and Luo-Luo curtsied in thanks, but it was all more subdued than shed have liked. She wasnt sure if it was because her Lord Husband had many enemies and detractors, or because his voice was so deadpan it drained the energy from everyone listening.
Her Lord Husband might be many things, but charismatic, he was not.
Nor were he possessed of good memory, it would seem. Having apparently forgotten everything else he was supposed to say, he looked up at Luo-Luo and shrugged before bringing her to their seats, placing Luo-Luo next to Mother at her request with Lord Husband and Alsantset on the other side. Straining to hold her smile in place, she leaned against his arm and said, Lord Husband is wise to allow his guests to speak their mind before announcing his new status as an Imperial Consort. Clever to hide the token too, lest those more observant notice and hold their tongue.
Ah right. Sorry. I knew I was forgetting something, but couldnt remember what. Patting her hand, he gently separated from her sighed, choosing to sit and repeatedly clear his throat instead of continue their conversation. Yet another flaw was his poor acting skills, his smile slipping, shoulders slumping, and back slouching the moment he thought he was out of the public eye. A far cry from his proud, noble persona, but he looked so tired Luo-Luo didnt have the heart to blame him. The battles this morning must have taxed him greatly, but as the newly crowned number one talent in the Empire, he needed to pay heed to his public image. No one would accept a tired, lethargic number one talent, and presenting himself as such would only earn him scorn.
Throughout their dinner, Luo-Luo tried her best to remind him to look sharp, but her efforts were wasted. Each time hed straighten up and restore his proud, noble demeanour, but minutes later hed slump back into his seat with half-lidded eyes. His friends in the audience took turns offering toasts, but they stopped after seeing him wracked with bouts of coughing after each one. More fuel for his detractors to mock him with, the fresh-faced young talent who couldnt hold his drink. As the dinner wore on, he grew worse and worse, outright ignoring guests who were trying to shame him or leaving his seat to go cough in the hall behind them.
By the time desert was served, Luo-Luo was so worried for her Lord Husband she could barely remember tasting her food. Mother told her it was normal for him to fall silent after a drink or two, but this seemed a bit much. Hoping to draw attention away from him, she asked the servants to bring her zither on stage. Standing in front of her guests, Luo-Luo curtsied once more as the crowd fell silent, politely waiting to hear her performance. Though she ached to say something on behalf of her Lord Husband, it would be unbecoming of a concubine to address so many noble personages, so she sat down to play her tune.
Closing her eyes, she steadied her breathing and cleared her mind, hoping that if she performed well enough, everyone present would have something to talk about besides her Lord Husbands many mistakes. Plucking a string, she played a single opening note and left it to hang in the air, a powerful, pure sound which cleansed the mind and cleared the heart.
Or it would have were it not interrupted by a series of hacking coughs emanating from her Lord Husbands throat.
The crowd gasped and Luo-Luo turned just in time to see her Lord Husbands face go from deep red to dark purple, doubled over with the force of his coughs. With a pound of the table, he fell to his knees and gasped, a long, wheezing, tortured sound which squeezed Luo-Luo heart until it ached. The wheezing came to an end as Alsantset kept him from falling to the floor while Father made room for the Medical Saint to approach. Lin-Lin and Mila held one another tight, worry etched across both their faces for Lord Husband had yet to make another sound.
Utter silence washed over the courtyard as the Medical Saint looked over his student. It wasnt long before he looked up and shared a silent exchange with Father, whose stony demeanour cracked in fury. Drawing his sword from his sheath, Father brandished it and bellowed, Seal the exits! Gather the servants! No one leaves until we find the bastard who poisoned. My. Son!
Comments
closeded
Nice. That explains why the servant kept going back to the kitchen to get more tea.
didnt he drank loads of poison?? I wonder how much poison he actually took etc maybe fun short chapter bout that pov poisoner (some estacblished assasin maybe) that sees someone drink his most deadly poison as water and wants more and says moar.
AKi1red
And he went straight to pulling out his sword this was great ruff
AKi1red
This was beautiful omg who would poison him the medical said t should be able to fix him they fucked up
Meschmee
And they would be plenty happy to see the "probably defiled and savage" Bekhai wiped out because of politics.
Meschmee
The Shrikes old boss and his crew are still floating around somewhere.
Svarog
So, what are the odds that Rain's family will start a small but quite successful civil war? Because I doubt that anyone there will be ok with this development.
ThePolarParadox
How many cups did he drink anyway??? If the servant was the assassin and the first cup alone was poisoned imagine the WTF!? moment when Rain tells him nicely that he wants a bigger cup after drinking everything. XD
TheMysteriousMrM
Bets on a "why the hell isn't he dead, we gave him enough poison for 30 men" moment? I love those moments
Cole Mathews
Damn, that was a beautiful chapter. Amazingly crafted and absolutely dripping with tension near the end. I'm really excited to see where this goes, and I'm equally excited that things are finally moving along. Thanks for the chapter, and good luck with poker!
ThePolarParadox
Rain will probably wake up at the end saying, " WHOOOOWEE!!! Man! That was some WICKED tea. Can I get another--- w-why're you all looking at me like that???"
