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Chapter 331 unedited unmemed... mebbe unfinished?
🕑 Added 2018-05-01 20:22:17 +0000 UTC https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CcH68D44ztCx4lAhcRfjUSsBYV4wpV2cPhJ9tMLOPTI/edit?usp=sharingI wanted to also do Rain's bit from Yuzhen's PoV, but it's gonna be long so i cut things short.
Head throbbing from the influx of Sendings, Yuzhen closed her mind off and bowed her head, praying this First Imperial Grand Conference would end without conflict. It was an unreasonable request in light of the circumstances, but Yuzhen figured it couldnt hurt to ask. Gazing out her bedroom window at the floating platform being assembled in the bay, her lips stretched into a wry smile at the absurdity of it all, trying to make sense of the Legates baffling decisions. This was his plan all along, it had to be. Those rafts didnt build themselves overnight, floating in on the river running through Nan Ping and out into the bay. By holding the Conference over the waters and not inside the Palace, the entire city would be invited to watch instead of limiting the audience to the elites of the Empire. At the same time, it was a slap in the face to all the nobles and merchants whod bought property in the inner city or insisted on being accommodated inside the Palace, the majority of whom were now far from the action instead of sitting on the sidelines. It even rewarded those factions whod thought theyd been snubbed, had been bullied away from the city, or like the Bekhai, had chosen camp convenience over proximity to the city, with the beach now the second most optimal vantage point to watch over the entire conference.
A clever move, though not something Yuzhen could appreciate. Taking a deep breath, she called her people in and set to putting out fires as tempers flared and violence threatened to break out between the factions of the north. The more powerful factions like the Society were clamoring for her to fix this mess while the weaker factions were banding together to hold their ground, balking at the prospect of being displaced once more. The Situ Patriarch even had the gall to accuse her of withholding this vital information and swindling him out of a fortune for the inner-city manor shed graciously helped him purchase not three days past.
While its true Yuzhens advice helped the seller obtain the best value for his property, it was the Situ Patriarchs fault for treating her like his personal steward. She was the Marshal of the North, not some cowering administrator for him to bully about.
So instead of practicing her speech or double checking if everything was in place, Yuzhen spent the last few hours before the Conference securing places for uppity nobles and self-important merchants to sit. At times, her job was like dealing with spoiled, arrogant children. This noble wanted to be seated next to that one, but refused to be anywhere near to a third. Another noble demanded she remove the shacks belonging to peasants and fisherfolk, claiming the shabby dwellings were ruining the ambiance of the Conference. A third fop wanted her to somehow convince the Legate to change his silly plans, as if she had the power to do so.
With so many things to deal with, Yuzhen had no time to consider the news of Rains discovery at the Canston Trading Groups winery. A copper vessel filled with a vile fluid, one which corroded metal, stone, and flesh when exposed to sunlight, it was almost too absurd to believe, especially when the source was Hangman Jorani. Yuzhen still remembered the first time shed laid eyes on the scrawny, pinched-faced half-rat, shivering as he fawned over Rain, hardly the most intimidating bandit shed ever laid eyes on. Worse, it was hardly the most damning of evidence. While Rain claimed the vile fluid had a stench of Demons about it, this wasnt something he could publicly attest to, not without bringing up too many unwanted questions. Without that, all they had was evidence that the Canston Trading Group was making weapons instead of wine, hardly a crime worthy of punishment.
Still, there was something about this whole story which tickled her brain, something vital which shed yet to piece together. What did she miss? The copper vessel was important, but she wasnt sure why
Throwing the whole matter to the back of her mind, she requested a meeting with the Legate at his convenience and went back to wrangling her spoiled charges. Whoever planned this event should be crucified and burned alive. Even Yuzhens closest allies werent helping much, with Akanai and Rain behaving more stubborn and cantankerous than usual. Having claimed the shoreline so their quins and the Divine Turtle could have easy access to the bay, the Bekhai now had a perfect, unobstructed view of the platform, second only to her own from the east wing of the Palace. Maddeningly enough, they both refused to use this to their advantage and woo old enemies to their side. Akanai was in no mood to make nice with the Society or any other factions for that matter, inviting only her closest allies like the Magistrates Tong Da Hai and Chu Tongzu to sit with her in the Palace, while Rains reply was even less ideal. Like Akanai, the cheeky rascal was happy to find room on the beach for Lieutenant Colonel Chun Yimu and the Warrant Officers hed fought alongside in Sanshu, but also made mention of Zians ravishing and elegant mother, an invitation Yuzhen did not deign to pass along.
The damned brat, whats so good about an old crone like Jia Ying? Its not that Yuzhen was jealous, she had her handsome, heroic Gerel to satisfy her needs, but a girl still liked to be appreciated from time to time.
Luckily, with a little diplomacy, a lot of compromise, and the Legates Decree forbidding forced entry into another factions camp, Yuzhen managed to secure adequate arrangements for the most important members of the North before the Conference began. Seated on her balcony with her betrothed and her guards, she watched the Legates procession make its way to docks, nodding along as the Crier waxed on about the glory of the Imperial Clan. It was a most formidable sight, with thousands of Royal Guardians in their resplendent red and gold armour, brandishing their Spiritual Weapons while mounted atop their long-anticipated black-maned lions, all marching in step to the thunderous drum line. The regal lions made Rains wildcats look like mangy, malnourished kittens, each one as tall as a horse and almost half again as wide, an intimidating creature of fang and muscle. Supporting Royal Guardians on foot were tens of thousands of Imperial Slave Soldiers who were every bit as intimidating, their intense devotion and focused gazes making up for their lacklustre armour and weaponry. Raised from birth and trained by the best, every last one of them would gladly die to keep the Legate safe, or give up their lives to avenge him.
Interspersed throughout the procession were three massive, resplendent palanquins, each one large enough comfortably seat two dozen and carried by a hundred porters. Made from Zhengui rosewood, the lumber was more commonly known as golden silk wood, named for its golden sheen when polished and varnished. A costly extravagance reserved only for the higher echelons of the Imperial Family, for the Legate to have one such palanquin was already a surprise, but to use two more as mere decoys meant the Legate was far more important than anyone previously realized. Who was this Shen Zhenwu? Could he be a favoured son of the Empire, or even the heir apparent? Or perhaps he was a monstrously talented scion blessed by the Mother and duly rewarded? Thus far, the Legates tactics confounded Yuzhen, unable to make heads or tails of this too-young and mysterious Imperial Scion. He kept the Southern delegates at arms lengths and ruled over the Central nobles with an iron fist, but fawned over Falling Rain and the Bekhai while disregarding all other delegates of the North.
So many games within games were being played while Yuzhen was still scrambling to learn the rules.
Whatever his goals, it had to be said that Shen Zhenwu was beloved by the people. Before the northern and southern delegates had arrived, the Legates Decrees had all been aimed at keeping Nan Ping safe and viable for years to come, limiting what damage could be done to the surroundings and ensuring basic essentials like food and shelter would be made available and affordable. None of it had endeared him to the nobility who sought to exploit the Conference to get rich, but the peasants loved him for it. Millions of throats cheered as his palanquins moved through the decorated city streets, playing music, throwing flowers, and lighting incense in his name. In reply, the Legates servants handed out steamed meat-buns, dumplings, and candied fruits, extolling the blessings of the Emperor and the Mother alike.
When the procession finally reached the docks, the Royal Guardians surrounded all three palanquins and the drumming rose to a crescendo before the Legate finally revealed himself to the crowd, having been situated in the foremost palanquin the entire time, a tidbit Yuzhen filed away for the future. He enjoyed leading from the front, not a man to hide in the safest, most defensible position of the middle or cower at the back. More surprising was his manner of dress, not ostentatious and flamboyant like Yuzhen had expected, but in beautiful, but serviceable plated armour, the very picture of a warrior of the Heavens. With his feathered helmet under his arm and sword strapped to his back, the handsome Legate smiled and waved at the citizens of Nan Ping, behaviour more suited for a public servant than Imperial Scion which only served to endear him even more to the people.
Truth be told, had Yuzhen not chanced upon his cold, calculating look during their first meeting, she too would have been won over by the Legates charms. She still had no reason to doubt his motives nor proof he meant them harm, but her fathers description of the Imperial Clan stayed fresh in her mind.A devious, manipulative bunch who will feed you shit and make you thank them for it was colourful, vulgar, and entirely out of character for her father, which signified how strongly he felt on the subject. If the Imperial Clan intended to abandon the outer provinces, Yuzhen intended to save as many of her people as she could. Even if Central were lost, she was confident they could hold the North for some decades yet.
Hopefully.
Marching onto the floating platform, the Legate took his place atop a raised dais, holding his hands up for silence. Loyal citizens of the Empire, he said, his Chi-infused voice delivered across the city and directly into his listeners ears. I, Shen Zhenwu, Imperial Legate and Chosen representative of the Emperor, thank you all for attending this First Imperial Grand Conference! Thunderous applause broke out in response to his greeting, and it was minutes before he spoke again. This day marks a momentous occasion in history, the largest gathering of heroes from across the Empire, here to discuss the growing Defiled threat which looms upon the horizon. Pausing his speech, the Legate slowly glanced from shore to shore, his eyes seemingly taking in every face before him, the city so silent you could hear a needle drop. Seeing so many formidable warriors gathered here in Nan Ping, I ask, what threat?. With these valiant soldiers to defend our borders, the Empire will stand strong as it stood for thousands of years before, and will stand for thousands of years more!
This time, the cheering grew so loud it seemed to shake the ground, sending Yuzhens heart into a frenzy as her skin flushed and breath quickened. These were more than just pretty words delivered with confidence, no, there was something else at work here. Somehow, the Legates speech instilled a sense of belonging and a yearning to serve, an almost instinctive reaction to throw herself at the feet of Imperial Authority. Could the Imperial Clan truly be descended from the blood of gods, or was this some secret Chi skill they refused to share with the world at large?
The Legates speech continued on and Yuzhen lost herself in the Legates smooth, melodious tones, hanging on to his every word like an enamoured maiden. A quick glance at her betrothed showed Gerel was similarly affected, his amber eyes blazing with passion and ambition, ready to ride out and slaughter in the Emperors name. When the Legates speech finally came to an end, Yuzhen was ready to take up her sword and join him despite knowing her skills as a warrior were mediocre at best. So distracted by her thoughts of martial glory, Yuzhen almost missed her cue when the Crier summoned the Marshals of the Central, Southern, and Northern provinces all in one breath.
Why not both?
Oh Mother Above, please keep Rain from causing an incident. Anyone else could handle themselves, but Rain was running dangerously short on goodwill from well everyone everywhere.
Thankfully, after working together to keep Nan Ping from devolving into blood and ashes for the past week, Yuzhen had a civil working relationship with her counterparts. While not as enthusiastic as his cousin Shi-Woo, Centrals Marshal Yo Jeong-Hun was a pragmatic man who saw how the Legate favoured the Bekhai, and like Yuzhen, had no idea why. Thus, he was only too happy to work alongside the North and keep Centrals nobles in line. Hed even convinced the younger generation to stop challenging the number one talent in the North, though Rain probably wouldnt thank him for it. Twenty thousand gold was hardly enough to sate the degenerate gambler and only his subsequent exile from the city kept him from robbing the youths of Central blind.
The Southern Marshal Quyen Huong was an entirely different sort of beast. The dark-skinned southerners were known for their priggish ways, believing women had no place in politics or the battlefield and should remain safe at home to bear and care for children. As both a female politician and sterile half-beast, Yuzhen doubly offended Marshal Huongs sensibilities and he wasnt shy about making it known. As luck would have it though, most Southerners were unused to seeing so much water in one place and were more than happy to frolic on the beaches instead of making trouble inside Nan Ping, so there was little need to meet with Marshal Huong in person. A good thing too, because the last time they met, Gerel almost drew his sword and hacked the insufferable twit to pieces for calling Yuzhen a barren overachiever.
Hell, if he said it again, Yuzhen would hack Huong apart herself.
As host of the events, Marshal Yo Jeong-Hun was given the honour of presenting his gifts first, the most eye catching of which was a gargantuan pearl the size of a melon. Marshal Huong went next, presenting a silken pouch of saffron worth a hundred times its weight in gold alongside a box of rare and precious Spiritual Herbs Yuzhen had never heard of. When her turn came, she gave a short speech attesting to the practical mindset of the North before presenting her gift of seasoned lumber, processed ore, dyed cloth, and tanned leather, all resources sorely needed for the war efforts to come. While they were all basic resources without too much individual value, the sheer quantity involved meant her gift was easily the most costly of those involved, one advantage of controlling the most lucrative city in the North.
Of course, she wasnt foolish enough to cheat the Legate of a personal gift. Presenting him a rolled up painting, she smiled in victory when the Legate unfurled the scroll to reveal One Hundred Horses, the crowning masterpiece of famed painter Lang Shining, believed to have been lost a hundred and fifty years ago. She had Rain to thank for this, insisting she accept something from Yo Lings treasure stash since her foolish betrothed refused his share. All he wanted was another Spiritual Weapon, likely because Rain would soon have his third and her sweet Gerel didnt want to fall behind.
Having earned much face for the North, Yuzhen felt like skipping back to her horse until the Crier summoned the next group to the stage. Falling Rain, the five members of the Hwarang, and three famed young warriors from the South. Nine hotheaded, glory-seeking youths, each one standing at the forefront of their peers, called to take the stage together.
If Yuzhen didnt know any better, shed think the Legate wanted to start a brawl.
Racing back to her room, she arrived in time to see Rain riding along the shore while the Guardian Turtle swam through the bay. Three of the Hwarang were already at the stage, but as the highest ranked youth among them, Rains retinue massively dwarfed his peers, even if only at half strength. Unfortunately, Rains retinue also looked highly disjointed at first glance, lacking a neat, uniformed appearance like the professional soldiers of the Hwarang. A mix of quins and horses wasnt even the worst of it, Rains retinue was made up of thieves, cutthroats, slaves, and woodsmen, and they all looked the part. Ripped sleeves and exposed midriffs, piercings and tattoos aplenty, the former bandits still looked better than the shabby, half-dressed woodsmen of the Protectorate. Much to her chagrin, she noted that the best dressed members of Rains retinue were the slaves, Dastan and his former cronies from the Coalition.
Rain himself wasnt much better. Wearing standard leather Sentinel armour, he looked no different from any other properly dressed soldier under his command. In fact, were it not for his three Spiritual Weapons, Yuzhen doubted anyone would pick out such an unremarkable and ordinary looking youth as the Undying Savage.
Well, at least he wasnt slouching. Small victories.
Once Rain arrived at the stage, he ignored his peers waiting for everyone to arrive and trotted onto stage alone, soon followed by the Guardian Turtle and his retinue. Rude and likely an unintended slight, but that was what Rain did. Spying the wagons containing his gifts, Yuzhen closed her eyes and regretted not working harder to change his mind. Why couldnt he just pick out a nice vase or a jade sculpture to give away, a simple, safe, and all but free gift? Even if its origins were traced back to stolen goods, who would dare demand the Legate return it?
No sense worrying about it now, Rains fate lay in the hands of the Mother. Yuzhen could only pray he emerged unscathed.
Comments
let rains retinue crush some etlitist skulls lol show them how "weak" they are
Alan McBrayer
If the legate was behind the bioweapon he would not have given Rain tacit approval towards attacking transton trade group. I could see him being aware of it and using the opportunity of Rain’s grudge to bring it into the light
good cliff but why do i see the legate behind the bio weapon and uhm what ya call it evil mastermind or does he think like rain?
NomadicSoul
I can't wait to see what happens. Wonder if there's spiritual corn thus spiritual popped corn. Could use some.
A healthy respect for the amount of trouble he causes! Can't wait to see his gift.
Moonspike
i thought Yuzhen had more respect for Rain than that after he helped her gain control of that wealthy city she was internally bragging about.
