Chapter 491
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Chapter 491
Breathing easier in the wake of the Justicars departure, I quietly pledge to commit less crimes in the future, or at the very least, get better at hiding them.
Its not like Im out robbing and pillaging to my hearts delight, but I do tend to skirt around the law whenever possible. The way I see it, if my enemies arent playing by the rules, then why should I? I figured itd be easy to commit crimes in the Empire because there are no cameras or forensic investigations, but what I didnt take into account was that the standard of proof required to convict is apparently incredibly low. If even the Justicars cant be counted on to play fair and pass impartial judgments, then its only a matter of time before Ill have no choice but to ask Mom and Dad to step in and flip the board. Not a prospect I look forward to considering theres no turning back from open rebellion, but in light of Moms violent outburst earlier, it almost seems like she cant wait to start slaughtering Imperials. While shes calmed down and looking pleased as punch now, Id rather not see the Bekhai dragged into a revolution over little old me. I have enough remorse as it is dealing with the death of my soldiers, and I dont need to add thousands of Khishig deaths to my already overburdened conscience.
If we were closer to the Saints Tribulation Mountains or even just the Northern Province in general, I might be convinced to cut our losses and head home, but here on the border between West and Central, were sandwiched between the Imperials and Defiled. If we rebel, wed have to fight our way out of the citadel, head two-hundred and fifty kilometers north to SuiHua, commandeer enough boats and supplies for fifteen-thousand Khishigs and their families, then break through a series of blockades which are already in place to stop Defiled naval forces from making their way deeper into the Empire, all before even setting foot in our home province. Powerful as the Bekhai are, I doubt wed even make it to SuiHua given the sheer number of loyal Imperial soldiers around, and Id hate to force my allies to pick a side.
Not that I expect itd be a difficult decision. Talking about rebellion is one thing, but actually rebelling over such a stupid issue? Even BoShui might have second thoughts...
Despite the gravity of our situation, I cant help but smile at Luo-Luos reaction to this whole endeavour, sitting slumped in her chair and taking deep breaths while Yan fans her face. So dramatic, but she tends to get like this when it comes to matters with Imperial Nobles, and shes been utterly overwhelmed by this minor skirmish with the Disciplinary Corps. Squeezing her fingers to reassure her, I try not to think about how small my hands look next to hers and wrack my brain for something reassuring. Dont worry, Im pretty sure this was all a bluff. Shock and awe, you know, scare me into submission by threatening to expose my crimes, but they probably wont go through with it. I mean, its a terrible idea considering how many people itll offend, and a few crimes wont completely tarnish my sterling reputation. Worst comes to worst, Ill make a big public apology, pay the fines, and head off to the front lines, though I refuse to hand over my people. Ill probably have to smuggle them out or something. This would be so much easier if GangShu were here, because then I could lump all my former bandits into the Mothers Militia and blame their crimes on him. He already took credit for their heroics before and during the battle of Sanshu, so this is just an extension of that.
Pei. No longer restrained by Alsantset and the Justicars presence, Moms pleasant mood dissipates as she smacks the dining table with a growl. Absolutely not! You know as well as I that going to the front lines would mean your death, and I do not mean at the hands of the Defiled. I would sooner consign Heaven and Earth to the Fathers Maw than watch you go meekly to your doom.
Both warmed and horrified by the statement, I let go of Luo-Luo and shuffle over to comfort Mom before her blood-pressure reaches critical levels. Kissing her on the cheek, I hug her tight and smile as she clings to my wrist, as if to ensure I wont fly away. Much as I appreciate the sentiment, I think a trip to the front lines wouldnt be the worst thing in the world. Yes, my enemies might try to have me killed, but it wont be so easy, especially since I think the Legate expected a trip to happen. Last we met, he spoke of offering assistance, and the next day, he sent Brother Biao to join my Honour Guard. We all thought this was meant to offend the Yangs, but what if the Legate knew Jixing would accuse me of these crimes?
Of course! Recovering from her stupor, Luo-Luo bolts upright in her chair, her eyes lighting up in realization as she lays it all out for us to understand. Had Lord Husband not pointed out the flaws in the Justicars judgment, then he would have been stripped of rank and sent to the front lines in less than an hours time, but he would still have his title and command of his Honour Guard. With a young and talented Peak Expert by his side, our enemies would have to think twice before sending someone to assassinate him, and even if Lord Husband were to be placed in an untenable position against the Defiled, Brother Biao could easily bring him away to safety. Thus, as long as Lord Husband lives, Yang Jixing must continue to commit resources to dealing with him, leaving Lord Husbands Patron free to stir up discord amongst the people of the Empire and turn them against the Disciplinary Corps for forcing a crippled hero into such dire straits.
Yea I totally thought of all that. Not really. I got as far as, Kuang Biao protects me, which isnt terrible. What Luo-Luo said makes sense though, and I cant help but look down on Jixing for not seeing the obvious. Does he really think no one will blink twice if he orders a cripple into an active war-zone, or arrests soldiers for crimes they were absolved of? Anyway, given this information, I dont think itd be the worst thing in the world if I paid a visit to the front lines. I could make a big fuss about how this wasnt my choice while also showing everyone Im beaten, but not defeated, you know? Plus, Ping Ping is pretty popular and I know there are plenty of soldiers and camp followers who like to stop by and offer a prayer, which will earn me some much needed goodwill. The big girl doesnt seem to particularly care for their piety, but she doesnt mind it either. I wonder how people would react to learning there was an actual Divine Turtle hiding in Mama Buns floof
Its dangerous, Mom says, clearly unhappy with the idea but leaving the final decision in my hands, which given my history, seems like a terrible idea.
Even then, my mind is made up. Less dangerous than the alternative. Im always leery about mentioning rebellion out loud, even here in the safety of our home where Mom says I can speak freely. I miss Sending. So much easier to criticize and complain when you dont have to worry about anyone overhearing. No point arguing about it now though. Its possible the Justicars wont even take away my rank now that Ive pointed out how dumb Jixings plan is, but a voluntary trip could be used to show Im being pressured. Honestly, Im kinda disappointed in how incompetent hes been so far. The Legate has plans within plans, while Jixing just throws tantrums. I expected more from an Imperial Scion.
A novel way of seeing things. So quiet Id almost forgotten he was here, Du Min Gyu gestures at his empty teacup and I head over to fill it. A little annoying considering Im crippled and the teapot is right beside him, but hes not purposely making things difficult, just not accustomed to pouring his own tea. Nodding in thanks, he sips his tea with a steady hand and steely gaze as he studies me closely. Most people of the Empire would balk at even speaking ill of an Imperial Scion, much less outright defying one, to say nothing of the Justicars. Youve a distinct lack of reverence few can match, one which allowed you to navigate through this trial in a unique manner even the sharpest political minds might not have considered. As for your disappointment this Yang Jixing is a young man, I presume? One of high birth and accustomed to having his every whim fulfilled? Seeing my nod, the old man shrugs. Thus, while the plan might seem foolish from our perspective, Jixing likely sees the issues as insignificant and easily dealt with. Even if he should offend multiple powerful officials of the Empire and heap dirt upon the sterling reputation of the Disciplinary Corps, he is still an Imperial Scion of high standing, so who will make trouble for him? Hes likely more concerned about regaining lost face from your refusal, as his personal reputation will suffer once others learn he was rebuffed by a mere savage. Smiling to show he means no offense, he sighs and shakes his head while flashing a wry smile at Yan. Licentious though your betrothed may be, at least hes proven himself steadfast. Contesting against an Imperial Scion to keep his Consort, the playwrights will work day and night to be the first to tell this tale.
The statement earns me a gratified blush from Luo-Luo and a smile thats not quite a smile from Yan as she wrestles with her jealousy. Mila had the same issue all last night during Yans welcome party, which leaves me worried for the future. Lin aside, the other ladies in my life arent exactly brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of sharing me, but the only ideas I can come up with to convince them to get along read like a script from a bad budget porno. As fun as it would be to try and sex my wives into friendship and submission, I doubt I have the skills or stamina to do so, though Yan didnt seem put off by it last nightVisit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Dammit. I really owe the Legate big for his tofu pudding. Ill still probably die on my wedding night with Mila, but at least I can handle normal sex...
Luo-Luo, pick out some works of art to gift to the Legate, as belated thanks for his support. And to show Jixing that if he sets the Justicars on me for looting, then hes going to have to ask the Legate to hand over the ill-gotten goods. The little brat might not care about pissing off Marshals and Magistrates, but I doubt hell be so quick to move against Shen ZhenWu. In fact, its probably better if he does, because like Luo-Luo said, thatd give the Legate a reason to step in. Are there any unrelated people in power I can drag into this too? We should send them gifts as well. Get rid of as much stolen property as we can while simultaneously bringing unrelated people into this mess. I mean, I did the same thing when I first got back from Sanshu, but now its just a matter of increasing scale. Also, do we have anything which is definitely not stolen, but we can arrange to look like it was stolen? Seeing everyones questioning gaze, I shrug and explain, I figured we could send Jixing a stolen gift to make it seem like Im taunting him. If he has enough restraint to swallow his anger, then all weve done is annoy him a bit, but if he takes the bait and sends the Justicars after me on erroneous charges, then he loses face again, maybe even enough to send him running home. Sounds good, right?
No.
Terrible idea.
Why poke the dragon?
Brilliant! Mom, Alsantset, and Du Min Gyu all shoot my idea down at once, but Luo-Luo is positively glowing with admiration. So excited she doesnt even notice the stares, she explains, In conflict amongst Imperial Scions, the greatest loss comes not from death or defeat, but by being manipulated or deceived by ones foes, and doubly so if it leads one to harm ones self or ones allies. Such was Lord Husbands Patrons intent in this conflict between Lord Husband and Yang Jixing, to sit back and watch the Prime Ministers son kick an iron board, but Lord Husbands level-headed reaction to the Justicars accusations may have ruined those schemes. Now Lord Husband can make it up to his Patron with a simple amendment to his plans. Instead of delivering the deceptive gift to Jixing, it would be better if we secretly gave it to Lord Husbands Patron instead. Then, all we need do is quietly spread word of the stolen art in our possession, and when Jixing makes his move against us, then he inadvertently moves against Shen ZhenWu, who will be more than happy to slap the little upstart down, provided we inform him of our plans in advance.
...Well fuck. Hes confident he can keep me alive because he doesnt intend to stick around and fight. So if I go to the front lines, anyone I bring with me will die?
Undoubtedly.
...How can I change this?
This is beyond Great Ones ability. This time, Kuang Biao doesnt need prompting to continue, as if he enjoys telling me how it is. Unless Great One knows a commander who is both virtuous to a fault and utterly without weakness, lacking in greed, past mistakes, dark secrets, or beloved friends and family who can be used against them, then the death of Great Ones honour guard is all but certain should he march off to the front lines.
What if I brought more allies? Like my friends and their retinues?
Then they might be the first to turn against you. Shrugging at my surprise, Kuang Biao says, Not all share your indifference towards Imperial authority, and those in power often have the most to lose. Even if your friends remain true, their soldiers may not, which means every soldier you see may be an assassin hiding in plain sight. Softening at my disheartened expression, he adds, It would be best if Great One remains in the Citadel regardless. This one has read the reports of Great Ones last battle, and it appears the Enemy places much value on your death, or at least this Emissary Gen does.
Yea, what can I say. People love to hate me. I didnt think going to the front lines would be such a big deal. I figured Id head over to Sinuji with Ping Ping, say hi to Hongji and other old friends, smile at the crowd and maybe shake a few hands, then head on home where its safe and sound, but I suppose it wont be so easy. I suppose I should cancel my travel plans, but depending on how Jixing reacts, I might not have a choice if he goes public with my crimes. I can argue my case, but I doubt Ill win, which means bad times ahead. A shame the Tyrants research has stalled and Taduks been too busy to help, but no matter. Worst comes to worst, I can leave most of my retinue behind to minimize casualties, which still sucks, but is making the best of a bad situation.
After bidding Kuang Biao farewell, I sit in the gloomy darkness of my room and stare at the wall, where my crumbling Spiritual Weapons sit above the last few gourds of Chi Tea Ive kept. Hoping things might be different this time around, I close my eyes, steady my breathing, and reach for Balance, but find only searing agony awaiting me in the darkness behind my eyelids. The Legates tofu pudding did a lot for my recovery, but my Core is as shattered as ever and the Void utterly out of reach. If I still had my strength, I might challenge Yang Jixing right here and now, but Id be stupid to do so. Aside from the brief period of time when I supposedly became a Water-Wielding Peak Expert, even at my best, Im probably no match for an Imperial Noble, especially one confident enough to antagonize the Legate, a man holding the title of Divine True Warrior. The Seneschal warned me that there were plenty of youths in the East who could readily defeat me, and I dont doubt Jixing is one of them, not to mention the shadowy presence who put Ping Ping on her guard that first night we met him.
Being weak sucks donkey dick, but recovering isnt enough. Even if I return my awesome-but-accidental water-wielding prowess, all Ill be is another Peak Expert, not even a speed bump to the behemoth that is the Imperial Clan. Still, I cant just give up because it wont be easy, so instead of going back to bed, I pull out ink and a metal pen to write letters warning all my allies of Jixings threat, as well as another letter asking Broken Blade Pichai for an audience. This will be my third letter to him without a response, but until he outright refuses, Ive no choice but to keep trying.
That said, I know better than to put all my eggs in one basket, so once all my letters are written and handed off to be delivered, I set to working on my last resort and lift the top of my table to reveal a hidden compartment underneath. Inside, there are eighteen books which could hold the secret to fixing my ruined body, but could also get me into a lot of trouble if anyone learns I have them in my possession. As much as Id like to burn the books and never look back, this would be tantamount to burying my head in the sand and hoping things work out for the best, so I grab the first book, steel my nerves, and open it up to read.
I need to explore every option I have, no matter how unsavoury it might be.
Experiment one. Subject is male, seventeen years old, peasant of common birth and below average build, measuring at...
...sixty hours in and still no sign of progress. Resorting to more extreme measures. Note: procure multiple test subjects at once to limit downtime in case of subject death.
...heart still beating even with chest cavity open. Will expire without Healing to sustain subject. Taxing and inefficient. Reduce effort required by physically gagging next subject to eliminate distracting screams.
Test subject expired, no signs of physical change in moments before death. Note: arrange separate room for future experiments, or devise more sanitary methods of inducing pain and trauma.
Disgusted as I am by the books horrific and unhelpful contents, I continue reading in hopes of finding salvation. Todays visit from the Justicar was only Jixings first move, and there will be a second and a third, if not from him, then from another like him. All this is happening because Im no longer a promising young talent, but if I recover, then maybe things will go back to how they were before. I need to be strong again, and if I cant reach Heaven in a single bound, then Ill do it one step at a time, even if I have to start over from the beginning. Ill get there eventually, with or without help. I believe it.
So long as I have enough time.
...
I wonder if I can convince Pong Pong that Jixing tastes like shrimp? His death should buy me a few months or so, right?
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Chapter 491
Breathing easier in the wake of the Justicars departure, I quietly pledge to commit less crimes in the future, or at the very least, get better at hiding them.
Its not like Im out robbing and pillaging to my hearts delight, but I do tend to skirt around the law whenever possible. The way I see it, if my enemies arent playing by the rules, then why should I? I figured itd be easy to commit crimes in the Empire because there are no cameras or forensic investigations, but what I didnt take into account was that the standard of proof required to convict is apparently incredibly low. If even the Justicars cant be counted on to play fair and pass impartial judgments, then its only a matter of time before Ill have no choice but to ask Mom and Dad to step in and flip the board. Not a prospect I look forward to considering theres no turning back from open rebellion, but in light of Moms violent outburst earlier, it almost seems like she cant wait to start slaughtering Imperials. While shes calmed down and looking pleased as punch now, Id rather not see the Bekhai dragged into a revolution over little old me. I have enough remorse as it is dealing with the death of my soldiers, and I dont need to add thousands of Khishig deaths to my already overburdened conscience.
If we were closer to the Saints Tribulation Mountains or even just the Northern Province in general, I might be convinced to cut our losses and head home, but here on the border between West and Central, were sandwiched between the Imperials and Defiled. If we rebel, wed have to fight our way out of the citadel, head two-hundred and fifty kilometers north to SuiHua, commandeer enough boats and supplies for fifteen-thousand Khishigs and their families, then break through a series of blockades which are already in place to stop Defiled naval forces from making their way deeper into the Empire, all before even setting foot in our home province. Powerful as the Bekhai are, I doubt wed even make it to SuiHua given the sheer number of loyal Imperial soldiers around, and Id hate to force my allies to pick a side.
Not that I expect itd be a difficult decision. Talking about rebellion is one thing, but actually rebelling over such a stupid issue? Even BoShui might have second thoughts...
Despite the gravity of our situation, I cant help but smile at Luo-Luos reaction to this whole endeavour, sitting slumped in her chair and taking deep breaths while Yan fans her face. So dramatic, but she tends to get like this when it comes to matters with Imperial Nobles, and shes been utterly overwhelmed by this minor skirmish with the Disciplinary Corps. Squeezing her fingers to reassure her, I try not to think about how small my hands look next to hers and wrack my brain for something reassuring. Dont worry, Im pretty sure this was all a bluff. Shock and awe, you know, scare me into submission by threatening to expose my crimes, but they probably wont go through with it. I mean, its a terrible idea considering how many people itll offend, and a few crimes wont completely tarnish my sterling reputation. Worst comes to worst, Ill make a big public apology, pay the fines, and head off to the front lines, though I refuse to hand over my people. Ill probably have to smuggle them out or something. This would be so much easier if GangShu were here, because then I could lump all my former bandits into the Mothers Militia and blame their crimes on him. He already took credit for their heroics before and during the battle of Sanshu, so this is just an extension of that.
Pei. No longer restrained by Alsantset and the Justicars presence, Moms pleasant mood dissipates as she smacks the dining table with a growl. Absolutely not! You know as well as I that going to the front lines would mean your death, and I do not mean at the hands of the Defiled. I would sooner consign Heaven and Earth to the Fathers Maw than watch you go meekly to your doom.
Both warmed and horrified by the statement, I let go of Luo-Luo and shuffle over to comfort Mom before her blood-pressure reaches critical levels. Kissing her on the cheek, I hug her tight and smile as she clings to my wrist, as if to ensure I wont fly away. Much as I appreciate the sentiment, I think a trip to the front lines wouldnt be the worst thing in the world. Yes, my enemies might try to have me killed, but it wont be so easy, especially since I think the Legate expected a trip to happen. Last we met, he spoke of offering assistance, and the next day, he sent Brother Biao to join my Honour Guard. We all thought this was meant to offend the Yangs, but what if the Legate knew Jixing would accuse me of these crimes?
Of course! Recovering from her stupor, Luo-Luo bolts upright in her chair, her eyes lighting up in realization as she lays it all out for us to understand. Had Lord Husband not pointed out the flaws in the Justicars judgment, then he would have been stripped of rank and sent to the front lines in less than an hours time, but he would still have his title and command of his Honour Guard. With a young and talented Peak Expert by his side, our enemies would have to think twice before sending someone to assassinate him, and even if Lord Husband were to be placed in an untenable position against the Defiled, Brother Biao could easily bring him away to safety. Thus, as long as Lord Husband lives, Yang Jixing must continue to commit resources to dealing with him, leaving Lord Husbands Patron free to stir up discord amongst the people of the Empire and turn them against the Disciplinary Corps for forcing a crippled hero into such dire straits.
Yea I totally thought of all that. Not really. I got as far as, Kuang Biao protects me, which isnt terrible. What Luo-Luo said makes sense though, and I cant help but look down on Jixing for not seeing the obvious. Does he really think no one will blink twice if he orders a cripple into an active war-zone, or arrests soldiers for crimes they were absolved of? Anyway, given this information, I dont think itd be the worst thing in the world if I paid a visit to the front lines. I could make a big fuss about how this wasnt my choice while also showing everyone Im beaten, but not defeated, you know? Plus, Ping Ping is pretty popular and I know there are plenty of soldiers and camp followers who like to stop by and offer a prayer, which will earn me some much needed goodwill. The big girl doesnt seem to particularly care for their piety, but she doesnt mind it either. I wonder how people would react to learning there was an actual Divine Turtle hiding in Mama Buns floof
Its dangerous, Mom says, clearly unhappy with the idea but leaving the final decision in my hands, which given my history, seems like a terrible idea.
Even then, my mind is made up. Less dangerous than the alternative. Im always leery about mentioning rebellion out loud, even here in the safety of our home where Mom says I can speak freely. I miss Sending. So much easier to criticize and complain when you dont have to worry about anyone overhearing. No point arguing about it now though. Its possible the Justicars wont even take away my rank now that Ive pointed out how dumb Jixings plan is, but a voluntary trip could be used to show Im being pressured. Honestly, Im kinda disappointed in how incompetent hes been so far. The Legate has plans within plans, while Jixing just throws tantrums. I expected more from an Imperial Scion.
A novel way of seeing things. So quiet Id almost forgotten he was here, Du Min Gyu gestures at his empty teacup and I head over to fill it. A little annoying considering Im crippled and the teapot is right beside him, but hes not purposely making things difficult, just not accustomed to pouring his own tea. Nodding in thanks, he sips his tea with a steady hand and steely gaze as he studies me closely. Most people of the Empire would balk at even speaking ill of an Imperial Scion, much less outright defying one, to say nothing of the Justicars. Youve a distinct lack of reverence few can match, one which allowed you to navigate through this trial in a unique manner even the sharpest political minds might not have considered. As for your disappointment this Yang Jixing is a young man, I presume? One of high birth and accustomed to having his every whim fulfilled? Seeing my nod, the old man shrugs. Thus, while the plan might seem foolish from our perspective, Jixing likely sees the issues as insignificant and easily dealt with. Even if he should offend multiple powerful officials of the Empire and heap dirt upon the sterling reputation of the Disciplinary Corps, he is still an Imperial Scion of high standing, so who will make trouble for him? Hes likely more concerned about regaining lost face from your refusal, as his personal reputation will suffer once others learn he was rebuffed by a mere savage. Smiling to show he means no offense, he sighs and shakes his head while flashing a wry smile at Yan. Licentious though your betrothed may be, at least hes proven himself steadfast. Contesting against an Imperial Scion to keep his Consort, the playwrights will work day and night to be the first to tell this tale.
The statement earns me a gratified blush from Luo-Luo and a smile thats not quite a smile from Yan as she wrestles with her jealousy. Mila had the same issue all last night during Yans welcome party, which leaves me worried for the future. Lin aside, the other ladies in my life arent exactly brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of sharing me, but the only ideas I can come up with to convince them to get along read like a script from a bad budget porno. As fun as it would be to try and sex my wives into friendship and submission, I doubt I have the skills or stamina to do so, though Yan didnt seem put off by it last nightVisit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Dammit. I really owe the Legate big for his tofu pudding. Ill still probably die on my wedding night with Mila, but at least I can handle normal sex...
Luo-Luo, pick out some works of art to gift to the Legate, as belated thanks for his support. And to show Jixing that if he sets the Justicars on me for looting, then hes going to have to ask the Legate to hand over the ill-gotten goods. The little brat might not care about pissing off Marshals and Magistrates, but I doubt hell be so quick to move against Shen ZhenWu. In fact, its probably better if he does, because like Luo-Luo said, thatd give the Legate a reason to step in. Are there any unrelated people in power I can drag into this too? We should send them gifts as well. Get rid of as much stolen property as we can while simultaneously bringing unrelated people into this mess. I mean, I did the same thing when I first got back from Sanshu, but now its just a matter of increasing scale. Also, do we have anything which is definitely not stolen, but we can arrange to look like it was stolen? Seeing everyones questioning gaze, I shrug and explain, I figured we could send Jixing a stolen gift to make it seem like Im taunting him. If he has enough restraint to swallow his anger, then all weve done is annoy him a bit, but if he takes the bait and sends the Justicars after me on erroneous charges, then he loses face again, maybe even enough to send him running home. Sounds good, right?
No.
Terrible idea.
Why poke the dragon?
Brilliant! Mom, Alsantset, and Du Min Gyu all shoot my idea down at once, but Luo-Luo is positively glowing with admiration. So excited she doesnt even notice the stares, she explains, In conflict amongst Imperial Scions, the greatest loss comes not from death or defeat, but by being manipulated or deceived by ones foes, and doubly so if it leads one to harm ones self or ones allies. Such was Lord Husbands Patrons intent in this conflict between Lord Husband and Yang Jixing, to sit back and watch the Prime Ministers son kick an iron board, but Lord Husbands level-headed reaction to the Justicars accusations may have ruined those schemes. Now Lord Husband can make it up to his Patron with a simple amendment to his plans. Instead of delivering the deceptive gift to Jixing, it would be better if we secretly gave it to Lord Husbands Patron instead. Then, all we need do is quietly spread word of the stolen art in our possession, and when Jixing makes his move against us, then he inadvertently moves against Shen ZhenWu, who will be more than happy to slap the little upstart down, provided we inform him of our plans in advance.
...Well fuck. Hes confident he can keep me alive because he doesnt intend to stick around and fight. So if I go to the front lines, anyone I bring with me will die?
Undoubtedly.
...How can I change this?
This is beyond Great Ones ability. This time, Kuang Biao doesnt need prompting to continue, as if he enjoys telling me how it is. Unless Great One knows a commander who is both virtuous to a fault and utterly without weakness, lacking in greed, past mistakes, dark secrets, or beloved friends and family who can be used against them, then the death of Great Ones honour guard is all but certain should he march off to the front lines.
What if I brought more allies? Like my friends and their retinues?
Then they might be the first to turn against you. Shrugging at my surprise, Kuang Biao says, Not all share your indifference towards Imperial authority, and those in power often have the most to lose. Even if your friends remain true, their soldiers may not, which means every soldier you see may be an assassin hiding in plain sight. Softening at my disheartened expression, he adds, It would be best if Great One remains in the Citadel regardless. This one has read the reports of Great Ones last battle, and it appears the Enemy places much value on your death, or at least this Emissary Gen does.
Yea, what can I say. People love to hate me. I didnt think going to the front lines would be such a big deal. I figured Id head over to Sinuji with Ping Ping, say hi to Hongji and other old friends, smile at the crowd and maybe shake a few hands, then head on home where its safe and sound, but I suppose it wont be so easy. I suppose I should cancel my travel plans, but depending on how Jixing reacts, I might not have a choice if he goes public with my crimes. I can argue my case, but I doubt Ill win, which means bad times ahead. A shame the Tyrants research has stalled and Taduks been too busy to help, but no matter. Worst comes to worst, I can leave most of my retinue behind to minimize casualties, which still sucks, but is making the best of a bad situation.
After bidding Kuang Biao farewell, I sit in the gloomy darkness of my room and stare at the wall, where my crumbling Spiritual Weapons sit above the last few gourds of Chi Tea Ive kept. Hoping things might be different this time around, I close my eyes, steady my breathing, and reach for Balance, but find only searing agony awaiting me in the darkness behind my eyelids. The Legates tofu pudding did a lot for my recovery, but my Core is as shattered as ever and the Void utterly out of reach. If I still had my strength, I might challenge Yang Jixing right here and now, but Id be stupid to do so. Aside from the brief period of time when I supposedly became a Water-Wielding Peak Expert, even at my best, Im probably no match for an Imperial Noble, especially one confident enough to antagonize the Legate, a man holding the title of Divine True Warrior. The Seneschal warned me that there were plenty of youths in the East who could readily defeat me, and I dont doubt Jixing is one of them, not to mention the shadowy presence who put Ping Ping on her guard that first night we met him.
Being weak sucks donkey dick, but recovering isnt enough. Even if I return my awesome-but-accidental water-wielding prowess, all Ill be is another Peak Expert, not even a speed bump to the behemoth that is the Imperial Clan. Still, I cant just give up because it wont be easy, so instead of going back to bed, I pull out ink and a metal pen to write letters warning all my allies of Jixings threat, as well as another letter asking Broken Blade Pichai for an audience. This will be my third letter to him without a response, but until he outright refuses, Ive no choice but to keep trying.
That said, I know better than to put all my eggs in one basket, so once all my letters are written and handed off to be delivered, I set to working on my last resort and lift the top of my table to reveal a hidden compartment underneath. Inside, there are eighteen books which could hold the secret to fixing my ruined body, but could also get me into a lot of trouble if anyone learns I have them in my possession. As much as Id like to burn the books and never look back, this would be tantamount to burying my head in the sand and hoping things work out for the best, so I grab the first book, steel my nerves, and open it up to read.
I need to explore every option I have, no matter how unsavoury it might be.
Experiment one. Subject is male, seventeen years old, peasant of common birth and below average build, measuring at...
...sixty hours in and still no sign of progress. Resorting to more extreme measures. Note: procure multiple test subjects at once to limit downtime in case of subject death.
...heart still beating even with chest cavity open. Will expire without Healing to sustain subject. Taxing and inefficient. Reduce effort required by physically gagging next subject to eliminate distracting screams.
Test subject expired, no signs of physical change in moments before death. Note: arrange separate room for future experiments, or devise more sanitary methods of inducing pain and trauma.
Disgusted as I am by the books horrific and unhelpful contents, I continue reading in hopes of finding salvation. Todays visit from the Justicar was only Jixings first move, and there will be a second and a third, if not from him, then from another like him. All this is happening because Im no longer a promising young talent, but if I recover, then maybe things will go back to how they were before. I need to be strong again, and if I cant reach Heaven in a single bound, then Ill do it one step at a time, even if I have to start over from the beginning. Ill get there eventually, with or without help. I believe it.
So long as I have enough time.
...
I wonder if I can convince Pong Pong that Jixing tastes like shrimp? His death should buy me a few months or so, right?
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Chapter 491Breathing easier in the wake of the Justicars departure, I quietly pledge to commit less crimes in the future, or at the very least, get better at hiding them.Its not like Im out robbing and pillaging to my hearts delight, but I do tend to skirt around the law whenever possible. The way I see it, if my enemies arent playing by the rules, then why should I? I figured itd be easy to commit crimes in the Empire because there are no cameras or forensic investigations, but what I didnt take into account was that the standard of proof required to convict is apparently incredibly low. If even the Justicars cant be counted on to play fair and pass impartial judgments, then its only a matter of time before Ill have no choice but to ask Mom and Dad to step in and flip the board. Not a prospect I look forward to considering theres no turning back from open rebellion, but in light of Moms violent outburst earlier, it almost seems like she cant wait to start slaughtering Imperials. While shes calmed down and looking pleased as punch now, Id rather not see the Bekhai dragged into a revolution over little old me. I have enough remorse as it is dealing with the death of my soldiers, and I dont need to add thousands of Khishig deaths to my already overburdened conscience.If we were closer to the Saints Tribulation Mountains or even just the Northern Province in general, I might be convinced to cut our losses and head home, but here on the border between West and Central, were sandwiched between the Imperials and Defiled. If we rebel, wed have to fight our way out of the citadel, head two-hundred and fifty kilometers north to SuiHua, commandeer enough boats and supplies for fifteen-thousand Khishigs and their families, then break through a series of blockades which are already in place to stop Defiled naval forces from making their way deeper into the Empire, all before even setting foot in our home province. Powerful as the Bekhai are, I doubt wed even make it to SuiHua given the sheer number of loyal Imperial soldiers around, and Id hate to force my allies to pick a side.Not that I expect itd be a difficult decision. Talking about rebellion is one thing, but actually rebelling over such a stupid issue? Even BoShui might have second thoughts...Despite the gravity of our situation, I cant help but smile at Luo-Luos reaction to this whole endeavour, sitting slumped in her chair and taking deep breaths while Yan fans her face. So dramatic, but she tends to get like this when it comes to matters with Imperial Nobles, and shes been utterly overwhelmed by this minor skirmish with the Disciplinary Corps. Squeezing her fingers to reassure her, I try not to think about how small my hands look next to hers and wrack my brain for something reassuring. Dont worry, Im pretty sure this was all a bluff. Shock and awe, you know, scare me into submission by threatening to expose my crimes, but they probably wont go through with it. I mean, its a terrible idea considering how many people itll offend, and a few crimes wont completely tarnish my sterling reputation. Worst comes to worst, Ill make a big public apology, pay the fines, and head off to the front lines, though I refuse to hand over my people. Ill probably have to smuggle them out or something. This would be so much easier if GangShu were here, because then I could lump all my former bandits into the Mothers Militia and blame their crimes on him. He already took credit for their heroics before and during the battle of Sanshu, so this is just an extension of that.Pei. No longer restrained by Alsantset and the Justicars presence, Moms pleasant mood dissipates as she smacks the dining table with a growl. Absolutely not! You know as well as I that going to the front lines would mean your death, and I do not mean at the hands of the Defiled. I would sooner consign Heaven and Earth to the Fathers Maw than watch you go meekly to your doom.Both warmed and horrified by the statement, I let go of Luo-Luo and shuffle over to comfort Mom before her blood-pressure reaches critical levels. Kissing her on the cheek, I hug her tight and smile as she clings to my wrist, as if to ensure I wont fly away. Much as I appreciate the sentiment, I think a trip to the front lines wouldnt be the worst thing in the world. Yes, my enemies might try to have me killed, but it wont be so easy, especially since I think the Legate expected a trip to happen. Last we met, he spoke of offering assistance, and the next day, he sent Brother Biao to join my Honour Guard. We all thought this was meant to offend the Yangs, but what if the Legate knew Jixing would accuse me of these crimes?Of course! Recovering from her stupor, Luo-Luo bolts upright in her chair, her eyes lighting up in realization as she lays it all out for us to understand. Had Lord Husband not pointed out the flaws in the Justicars judgment, then he would have been stripped of rank and sent to the front lines in less than an hours time, but he would still have his title and command of his Honour Guard. With a young and talented Peak Expert by his side, our enemies would have to think twice before sending someone to assassinate him, and even if Lord Husband were to be placed in an untenable position against the Defiled, Brother Biao could easily bring him away to safety. Thus, as long as Lord Husband lives, Yang Jixing must continue to commit resources to dealing with him, leaving Lord Husbands Patron free to stir up discord amongst the people of the Empire and turn them against the Disciplinary Corps for forcing a crippled hero into such dire straits.Yea I totally thought of all that. Not really. I got as far as, Kuang Biao protects me, which isnt terrible. What Luo-Luo said makes sense though, and I cant help but look down on Jixing for not seeing the obvious. Does he really think no one will blink twice if he orders a cripple into an active war-zone, or arrests soldiers for crimes they were absolved of? Anyway, given this information, I dont think itd be the worst thing in the world if I paid a visit to the front lines. I could make a big fuss about how this wasnt my choice while also showing everyone Im beaten, but not defeated, you know? Plus, Ping Ping is pretty popular and I know there are plenty of soldiers and camp followers who like to stop by and offer a prayer, which will earn me some much needed goodwill. The big girl doesnt seem to particularly care for their piety, but she doesnt mind it either. I wonder how people would react to learning there was an actual Divine Turtle hiding in Mama Buns floofIts dangerous, Mom says, clearly unhappy with the idea but leaving the final decision in my hands, which given my history, seems like a terrible idea.Even then, my mind is made up. Less dangerous than the alternative. Im always leery about mentioning rebellion out loud, even here in the safety of our home where Mom says I can speak freely. I miss Sending. So much easier to criticize and complain when you dont have to worry about anyone overhearing. No point arguing about it now though. Its possible the Justicars wont even take away my rank now that Ive pointed out how dumb Jixings plan is, but a voluntary trip could be used to show Im being pressured. Honestly, Im kinda disappointed in how incompetent hes been so far. The Legate has plans within plans, while Jixing just throws tantrums. I expected more from an Imperial Scion.A novel way of seeing things. So quiet Id almost forgotten he was here, Du Min Gyu gestures at his empty teacup and I head over to fill it. A little annoying considering Im crippled and the teapot is right beside him, but hes not purposely making things difficult, just not accustomed to pouring his own tea. Nodding in thanks, he sips his tea with a steady hand and steely gaze as he studies me closely. Most people of the Empire would balk at even speaking ill of an Imperial Scion, much less outright defying one, to say nothing of the Justicars. Youve a distinct lack of reverence few can match, one which allowed you to navigate through this trial in a unique manner even the sharpest political minds might not have considered. As for your disappointment this Yang Jixing is a young man, I presume? One of high birth and accustomed to having his every whim fulfilled? Seeing my nod, the old man shrugs. Thus, while the plan might seem foolish from our perspective, Jixing likely sees the issues as insignificant and easily dealt with. Even if he should offend multiple powerful officials of the Empire and heap dirt upon the sterling reputation of the Disciplinary Corps, he is still an Imperial Scion of high standing, so who will make trouble for him? Hes likely more concerned about regaining lost face from your refusal, as his personal reputation will suffer once others learn he was rebuffed by a mere savage. Smiling to show he means no offense, he sighs and shakes his head while flashing a wry smile at Yan. Licentious though your betrothed may be, at least hes proven himself steadfast. Contesting against an Imperial Scion to keep his Consort, the playwrights will work day and night to be the first to tell this tale.The statement earns me a gratified blush from Luo-Luo and a smile thats not quite a smile from Yan as she wrestles with her jealousy. Mila had the same issue all last night during Yans welcome party, which leaves me worried for the future. Lin aside, the other ladies in my life arent exactly brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of sharing me, but the only ideas I can come up with to convince them to get along read like a script from a bad budget porno. As fun as it would be to try and sex my wives into friendship and submission, I doubt I have the skills or stamina to do so, though Yan didnt seem put off by it last nightVisit noveLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceDammit. I really owe the Legate big for his tofu pudding. Ill still probably die on my wedding night with Mila, but at least I can handle normal sex...Luo-Luo, pick out some works of art to gift to the Legate, as belated thanks for his support. And to show Jixing that if he sets the Justicars on me for looting, then hes going to have to ask the Legate to hand over the ill-gotten goods. The little brat might not care about pissing off Marshals and Magistrates, but I doubt hell be so quick to move against Shen ZhenWu. In fact, its probably better if he does, because like Luo-Luo said, thatd give the Legate a reason to step in. Are there any unrelated people in power I can drag into this too? We should send them gifts as well. Get rid of as much stolen property as we can while simultaneously bringing unrelated people into this mess. I mean, I did the same thing when I first got back from Sanshu, but now its just a matter of increasing scale. Also, do we have anything which is definitely not stolen, but we can arrange to look like it was stolen? Seeing everyones questioning gaze, I shrug and explain, I figured we could send Jixing a stolen gift to make it seem like Im taunting him. If he has enough restraint to swallow his anger, then all weve done is annoy him a bit, but if he takes the bait and sends the Justicars after me on erroneous charges, then he loses face again, maybe even enough to send him running home. Sounds good, right?No.Terrible idea.Why poke the dragon?Brilliant! Mom, Alsantset, and Du Min Gyu all shoot my idea down at once, but Luo-Luo is positively glowing with admiration. So excited she doesnt even notice the stares, she explains, In conflict amongst Imperial Scions, the greatest loss comes not from death or defeat, but by being manipulated or deceived by ones foes, and doubly so if it leads one to harm ones self or ones allies. Such was Lord Husbands Patrons intent in this conflict between Lord Husband and Yang Jixing, to sit back and watch the Prime Ministers son kick an iron board, but Lord Husbands level-headed reaction to the Justicars accusations may have ruined those schemes. Now Lord Husband can make it up to his Patron with a simple amendment to his plans. Instead of delivering the deceptive gift to Jixing, it would be better if we secretly gave it to Lord Husbands Patron instead. Then, all we need do is quietly spread word of the stolen art in our possession, and when Jixing makes his move against us, then he inadvertently moves against Shen ZhenWu, who will be more than happy to slap the little upstart down, provided we inform him of our plans in advance....Well fuck. Hes confident he can keep me alive because he doesnt intend to stick around and fight. So if I go to the front lines, anyone I bring with me will die?Undoubtedly....How can I change this?This is beyond Great Ones ability. This time, Kuang Biao doesnt need prompting to continue, as if he enjoys telling me how it is. Unless Great One knows a commander who is both virtuous to a fault and utterly without weakness, lacking in greed, past mistakes, dark secrets, or beloved friends and family who can be used against them, then the death of Great Ones honour guard is all but certain should he march off to the front lines.What if I brought more allies? Like my friends and their retinues?Then they might be the first to turn against you. Shrugging at my surprise, Kuang Biao says, Not all share your indifference towards Imperial authority, and those in power often have the most to lose. Even if your friends remain true, their soldiers may not, which means every soldier you see may be an assassin hiding in plain sight. Softening at my disheartened expression, he adds, It would be best if Great One remains in the Citadel regardless. This one has read the reports of Great Ones last battle, and it appears the Enemy places much value on your death, or at least this Emissary Gen does.Yea, what can I say. People love to hate me. I didnt think going to the front lines would be such a big deal. I figured Id head over to Sinuji with Ping Ping, say hi to Hongji and other old friends, smile at the crowd and maybe shake a few hands, then head on home where its safe and sound, but I suppose it wont be so easy. I suppose I should cancel my travel plans, but depending on how Jixing reacts, I might not have a choice if he goes public with my crimes. I can argue my case, but I doubt Ill win, which means bad times ahead. A shame the Tyrants research has stalled and Taduks been too busy to help, but no matter. Worst comes to worst, I can leave most of my retinue behind to minimize casualties, which still sucks, but is making the best of a bad situation.After bidding Kuang Biao farewell, I sit in the gloomy darkness of my room and stare at the wall, where my crumbling Spiritual Weapons sit above the last few gourds of Chi Tea Ive kept. Hoping things might be different this time around, I close my eyes, steady my breathing, and reach for Balance, but find only searing agony awaiting me in the darkness behind my eyelids. The Legates tofu pudding did a lot for my recovery, but my Core is as shattered as ever and the Void utterly out of reach. If I still had my strength, I might challenge Yang Jixing right here and now, but Id be stupid to do so. Aside from the brief period of time when I supposedly became a Water-Wielding Peak Expert, even at my best, Im probably no match for an Imperial Noble, especially one confident enough to antagonize the Legate, a man holding the title of Divine True Warrior. The Seneschal warned me that there were plenty of youths in the East who could readily defeat me, and I dont doubt Jixing is one of them, not to mention the shadowy presence who put Ping Ping on her guard that first night we met him.Being weak sucks donkey dick, but recovering isnt enough. Even if I return my awesome-but-accidental water-wielding prowess, all Ill be is another Peak Expert, not even a speed bump to the behemoth that is the Imperial Clan. Still, I cant just give up because it wont be easy, so instead of going back to bed, I pull out ink and a metal pen to write letters warning all my allies of Jixings threat, as well as another letter asking Broken Blade Pichai for an audience. This will be my third letter to him without a response, but until he outright refuses, Ive no choice but to keep trying.That said, I know better than to put all my eggs in one basket, so once all my letters are written and handed off to be delivered, I set to working on my last resort and lift the top of my table to reveal a hidden compartment underneath. Inside, there are eighteen books which could hold the secret to fixing my ruined body, but could also get me into a lot of trouble if anyone learns I have them in my possession. As much as Id like to burn the books and never look back, this would be tantamount to burying my head in the sand and hoping things work out for the best, so I grab the first book, steel my nerves, and open it up to read.I need to explore every option I have, no matter how unsavoury it might be.Experiment one. Subject is male, seventeen years old, peasant of common birth and below average build, measuring at......sixty hours in and still no sign of progress. Resorting to more extreme measures. Note: procure multiple test subjects at once to limit downtime in case of subject death....heart still beating even with chest cavity open. Will expire without Healing to sustain subject. Taxing and inefficient. Reduce effort required by physically gagging next subject to eliminate distracting screams.Test subject expired, no signs of physical change in moments before death. Note: arrange separate room for future experiments, or devise more sanitary methods of inducing pain and trauma.Disgusted as I am by the books horrific and unhelpful contents, I continue reading in hopes of finding salvation. Todays visit from the Justicar was only Jixings first move, and there will be a second and a third, if not from him, then from another like him. All this is happening because Im no longer a promising young talent, but if I recover, then maybe things will go back to how they were before. I need to be strong again, and if I cant reach Heaven in a single bound, then Ill do it one step at a time, even if I have to start over from the beginning. Ill get there eventually, with or without help. I believe it.So long as I have enough time....I wonder if I can convince Pong Pong that Jixing tastes like shrimp? His death should buy me a few months or so, right?Chapter Meme
