Chapter 619
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Chapter 619
Being Legate is the worst.
Its not the heavy workload, long hours and sleepless nights, since thats pretty much the norm for me, and a life of fear and trepidation has prepared me for the stress of having the literal fate of the Empire resting on my shoulders. I can even manage the heavy burden of responsibility weighing me down, since I have family, allies, and competent subordinates to share the load with, and I actually enjoy butting heads with them when we have differing opinions and know how to gracefully acquiesce when it turns out theyre right. The complete and utter lack of gratitude or appreciation is irritating, but Ive never been one to revel in adoration, and maintaining a tidy and inspiring appearance is easy when you have someone like Luo-Luo managing an entire team of people to keep me looking fresh, so thats no big deal either.
If thats all there was to being Legate, everything would be hunky dory, but alas, theres so much more to go through.
First off is the politics. I thought things were bad when I was Minister of Finance and I had to glad-hand all my supporters, but now I have to carefully consider my every action and reaction whether it be in private or public. Given my position, I could technically afford to insult and alienate whomsoever I pleased, but not without consequence. No one is going to rebel because I didnt praise them enough or praised one of their enemies too much, but the amount of petty, passive-aggressive bullshit I deal with every day is astounding. Theres nothing more frustrating than working day and night to get the Empire to work like a well-oiled machine, only to see a spanner thrown into the works by Entitled McNoble just because I didnt give them a pat on the back.
A few days ago, I interrupted one Lieutenant Marshal after four others made the same complaints, whining about the frivolous luxury tax and how so many of their employees were leaving to join the irregulars. Enough, I said, maybe forgetting to smile. I dont have time to listen to each and every one of you bitch about your problems. The luxury tax is staying. My irregulars are recruiting. Accept it and move on. I thought I handled it well enough, but then yesterday, the crybaby resigns citing health complications from, get this, extreme stress. Bullshit is what it is, he was just upset because he was earning a few coppers less per barrel of rice wine and might have to pay actual wages to keep his workers from seeking better opportunities. Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river.
Then there was the Southern Brigadier who got all heated and indignant because I exhaled slightly harder than usual in response to a joke made at his expense. I dont even remember what the joke was, but apparently my encouragement of the mockery was an example of systemic discrimination in favour of the Northern Generals, namely Dad and Nian Zu, as he cited in an official complaint made to the Disciplinary Corps. Granted, I do place more significance on their words than others, but like... its my dad and his commander. How can I not?
I swear its like working with self-entitled children who dont understand the world doesnt revolve around them. Some pack their toys away and head home to play by themselves, while others whine and scream in public because they think their opinion should hold the same weight as Living Legend Nian Zu. Its so infuriating Im almost ready to call it quits and head back to the mountains for a few years of peace and quiet while the Defiled raze the Empire to the ground.
If only I could, but alas, I am a man of morals and obligations, so here I am working with my war council to put a viable plan together that all three provinces can accept. Again, I could just order the military to follow my commands and theyd have no choice but to obey, but I am well aware of my lacking experience and am working as hard as I can to make up for it with sound advice and planning. Face is the problem yet again, and I have no idea how to fix it. In five days, Ive gone through three Central advisors because they all felt that their advice wasnt being heeded and their opinions were being belittled. To be fair, theyre not entirely wrong, but if they wanted their advice heeded and opinions taken into consideration, then they should offer better advice and opinions. Besides, isnt valid criticism all part of the planning process? You ask for ideas and poke holes in them until you come across something without any obvious flaws, but noooo, I must be doing it because I want to deliberately insult my stupid subordinates.
I wish Grandpa Du would agree to join my war council, but he declined saying he had no mind for strategy and was busy contemplating the Dao. At least now I have Liu Xuande to help remind me of my manners, and he was surprisingly helpful in todays planning. Not because his idea to turn Zhen Shis trap into a trap of our own was so innovative, but because by bringing it up, he forced us to rethink all the reasons why it was a terrible idea wed already discarded, and in doing so, made us realize it was not actually so terrible after all. Thats why I made Xuande repeat himself with the entire war council present, because teaching a novice requires you to look at everything from a different perspective as you try to break it down into terms a layman can understand.
Hes our little student, and a good one at that, always asking insightful questions that cut to the heart of the matter and offering suggestions which arent always the best, but have good logical reasoning behind them. He even spotted a few questionable Defiled deployments which helped identify possible enemy countermeasures that were already in place, so given a few years, Liu Xuande might actually become a decent tactician, a bold and daring man who sees options where others see obstacles.
For now though, hes our councils sounding board, and he serves his purpose well. As for the rest of my advisors, its been a rocky road getting this war council to mesh together. Say what you will about Yari Hagane and his penchant for insolence and condescension, but at least the man doesnt go crying to Colonel General Mitsue Juichi every time I hurt his feelings. Honestly, out of the three Officers, hes actually the easiest to deal with, even if his ideas arent always the best. I thought BoShuis uncle, Han BoHai, would be my greatest ally, but after decades of loyal service together, he now has too much faith in Nian Zu and believes the Living Legend can do no wrong. This means that no matter how many problems I bring up regarding the Colonel Generals plans, the only answer I ever get out of the bearish Major General is Im sure the Colonel General is well-prepared to deal with whatever may come. This means I have to frame things in a way that implies an issue without laying blame at Nian Zus feet, because thats the only way I can get BoHai to offer a solution, or preventative measure. Its stupid. In BoHais eyes, Nian Zu is the greatest Colonel General there ever was and therefore his plans are perfectly flawless, meaning the only problems that might arise are issues in execution. Its not that the Colonel General is wrong, its that the people below him are too incompetent to carry out his vision in full, so we must take them by the hand and carefully guide them step by step through the process.
Seriously, BoHai and BoShui are eerily similar in their stalwart devotion to other men...
As for the third Officer in my war council, Major General Inthavong might as well not be present for ninety percent of the meetings. Most of the time, he just stands there like a statue with a mild scowl etched across his weathered features, a grim and foreboding effigy of Southern neutrality. Despite being the least physically impressive of the three and only a little taller and wider than I am, something about the Southerners mannerisms makes me think him the most dangerous of the three. Even in stillness, he exudes a sense of aggressive threat much like a tiger on the prowl, and while his lips remained sealed for most of the meetings, his eyes and ears miss nothing. That said, the only times he voluntarily opens his mouth is to ensure the South never takes on more than its fair share, which is almost as frustrating as BoHai, or rather Nian Zus attempts to single-handedly win this war for the Empire.
As for Central? Theyre just desperate to survive, because its becoming increasingly obvious that its no longer a matter of if the Defiled break through, but when. The Western Wall was a grand undertaking of massive proportions, and what weve accomplished is nothing short of a miracle, but at the end of the day, its still just a wall, one that stretches over a thousand kilometres from end to end. It doesnt take much to imagine the Defiled breaking through somewhere to run rampant through Central, at which point its very possible Central goes the way of the West as North, South and East pull out to defend their own borders. Thats the issue plaguing the Empire right now, because if Central falls, the Empire falls with it, leaving three independent provinces with zero shared borders and a hostile force between them. Given the lack of long-distance communication, continued cooperation would be impossible since thered be no way to coordinate, reinforce, or even trade between the three provinces, giving the Defiled free rein to divide and conquer as they please.
I always knew this was a possibility, but I didnt know how bad things were until five days ago, when I reluctantly stepped into the role of master and commander of the outer provinces. During my first briefing, the third and final beardy from that fateful meeting in Nan Ping appeared and introduced himself as Xing Yong Wei, Divinity of the Imperial Clan and my new Dao protector who I could totally trust and should feel safe sharing any and all secrets with. Okay, I may be paraphrasing and he didnt exactly say that in so many words, but the implication was there and I was understandably reluctant to trust him. Thankfully, I didnt have to lie about much since he didnt seem too interested in asking questions, though he did make a token effort to ask about Ping Ping. I told him I had no idea how she ascended and that the rest of my pets are just regular animals, not even Spiritual Beasts. All technically true since Pong Pong isnt a pet, and more of a friend I feed exorbitant amounts of shrimp to in exchange for poop and the possibility of protection, though thats seeming less likely with each passing day. I havent seen Pong Pong since waking from my coma, which is good because the little guy skated under the Imperial Divinitys radar by hiding out in the river by Taduks bamboo grove. Whats less good is how much I miss him, but its too dangerous to visit him with all this attention on me, so I just have to leave him be and hope he doesnt forget all about me before I see him again.
I want to see Ping Ping and Pong Pong interact now that theyre closer in size. I mean, Ping Ping is about the size of a golden retriever now, albeit a short, wide, girthy one, while Pong Pong still fits comfortably in the palm of my hand, so its still a sizable difference, but at least now they can interact in a meaningful way. It would be awesome to see them play tag or have friendly water fights together, though it would be prudent to have countermeasures in place to keep things from escalating too far. Its all well and good to play tag in Pong Pongs Natal Palace, but things might turn out differently if I started chasing him in the real world. Smart and powerful though he might be, a Divine Turtle is still just a turtle, so its entirely possible he forgets were just playing and panics somewhere along the way.
Which would be pretty bad considering he can summon tidal waves and emit an Aura so depressing it makes most people want to kill themselves.
Secrets and turtles aside, a few hours after my unofficial inauguration on stage following the near rebellion, Xing Yong Wei appeared on my doorstep and sat me down in a private room to peel back the curtains on this theatre of war. Needless to say, I was sorely tempted to immediately step down, but alas, Legate is an Imperial title and theres no Imperial in the outer provinces more qualified than I. Sure, there are Royal Guardians who are more well-versed in tactics and commerce, but not only would they likely pack up and leave for home, the outer provinces might not even accept one of them, especially since theyre still on the fence about me. While Shen ZhenWu made it look like he appeared in Central and took control with ease, there was a lot more to it than waving his title and Imperial Sigil about, the latter of which I dont even have.
Its bullshit. To hold the Imperial Sigil is to speak with the Emperors voice, but Shen ZhenWu already had one before becoming Legate. Since the fan has nothing to do with the Legates office, it left with him when he presumably went back to the East to treat his wounds. This means all I have to convince people to work with me is the Emperors authority, which is distant and fickle at best.
As much as Id love to hand the job over to Nian Zu, Shuai Jiao, or Marshal Quyen Huong, doing so would likely end in disaster. The three provinces are fiercely independent, and it makes sense considering each one is almost a country unto itself. The only reason Im an acceptable Legate is due to the combination of my outer-province origins, my Imperial Peerage, and the fact that everyone sees me as someone who can be easily influenced or manipulated, if not outright controlled. As I myself just recently learned, theres a lot more to commanding than making plans and giving orders, because if people are unhappy with what youre doing, there are infinite ways for them to make life difficult without crossing over into actual rebellion. Things like quitting their jobs and supporting an incompetent successor, or doing the bare minimum to fulfill their orders while secretly undermining your efforts in hopes youll fail, just so they can point and say I told you so. Real petty garbage like that, annoying and infuriating but nothing serious enough to warrant a beating or worse, because everyone wised up after I had Ishin Shigen publicly whipped for refusing to drop the matter of Dads reinstatement.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Surely the previous Legate would not have done so without reason, Shigen repeatedly claimed, despite my insistent request that we move on. I only suggest the new Legate do his due diligence to ensure all protocols are followed to the letter and spirit of the law.
Which was bullshit. There was an official document stripping Dad of rank which was signed and sealed, but nowhere on the page was a reason given. With Jixings apparent death, which Xing Yong Wei would neither confirm nor deny, this meant there was no way to know why Dad was stripped of rank. What is there to investigate? Even an Oath-bound statement of truth wouldnt be enough to clear Dad, because there is no accusation for him to plainly deny. He could swear and say he had nothing to do with the Wraith attacks, but what good would that do? Everyone would just claim he could have leaked the information to a malicious third party that then passed it on to the Defiled, or that Akanai had been responsible instead and Dad didnt know, or any number of accusations that would see him bleed out before satisfying everyones curiosity. The whole discussion was just a smokescreen to make things difficult for me and shame Dad by hinting that there was something hinky afoot. Truth be told, losing my temper didnt win me any points, but since logic and reasoning werent going anywhere, I told everyone present that the next person to bring the matter up would be whipped in the streets, and wouldnt you know it, it was less than five minutes before Ishin Shigen tried to call my bluff, so fuck him and fuck Mitsue Juichi too, because I know that old canny bastard put him up to it.
Needless to say, even with the Imperial Clans full support behind me, its been slow going trying to win over the provinces and get them to obey without question. Being under-qualified and inexperienced is only part of it, and my confirmed slave past isnt helping much, what with rumours flying about claiming that the new Legate is technically stolen property and whatnot, but thus far, Ive been ignoring it whenever I can and pushing ever forward. Nothing I say will change the past, but if their heads are stuck so far up their asses that they cant judge me by what Ive done and what Im doing rather than what I once was, then the people of the Empire arent worth saving and the Defiled can have them all.
Which is sort of a moot point since were clearly losing this war.
With the reports out of the way, I sigh and ask, How goes the war on the Divine front?
As well as can be expected. The same answer hes given me the past five days, and I know there will be no more information forthcoming. He hasnt asked for help from the People, nor have I offered, but I did ask Mom about it and she told me to worry about the problems I could solve, rather than the ones I could do nothing about. Honestly, not the worst advice, but I hate going to all this effort while knowing that in the end, it might not even matter. At any point, the Divinities could get off their asses and turn the Empire into a wasteland, but until such a time, all I can do is continue to keep fighting the good fight and doing things I dont agree with, but know must be done.
I would very much love it if the Brotherhood would respond to my many pleas for a meeting, because a bunch of half-Defiled monks who can identify other Defiled would go a long way to assuaging my guilt, but even though the Imperial Clan knows about the Brotherhoods unique status, Xing Yong Wei told me they were of no use. Identifying the Defiled to Imperial forces is the same as consigning them to death, so no full member of the Brotherhood would work in concert with the Imperial Clan. A conflicting stance, because on the one hand, thats stupid and the Brotherhood should feel stupid for being stupid, but on the other hand, I kinda see their point. Not all Defiled are irredeemable, but the Imperial Clan would rather kill a hundred innocents than let a single Defiled get away, which is another conflicting stance I dont entirely agree with. Unfortunately, theres no alternative I can come up with that would satisfy both groups, because the Brotherhood wont forcefully convert Defiled and the Imperials see no point in jailing and feeding them.
This is difficult for you, Xing Yong Wei says, delivered as a statement of fact rather than commiseration. Our work is done for today. Go seek solace from your Consort and let her music ease your troubled conscience.
Something in the way he says it makes me sit up and take notice, because its rare for the robotic Divinity to inject emphasis into his intonation. Consort and music were clearly accentuated, though I only noticed because he almost always speaks in monotone. The wheels turn in my head, and it occurs to me hes trying to help me understand something, but Im not entirely sure what. Is that why Jixing wanted her? To ease his troubled conscience? Yong Wei doesnt answer, but his silence is as close to confirmation as Ill get, since Im pretty sure hed speak up if I was wrong. So what does this mean? It means Jixing wasnt after Luo-Luo because he lusted after her beauty, but her music instead. Why now, and not during the six years she spent hiding away at the Academy? Luo-Luo always said it was because if she accepted the Grand Marshals offer of Patronage, the Prime Minister wouldve had her killed and the same vice-versa, but that doesnt really make sense now that I think about it. Sure, face would be lost if she chose one Patron over another, but Imperial Scions tend to do all their dirty work through cats-paws, and assassination is pretty direct for a conflict as petty as ownership of an Imperial Servant. In their eyes, an Imperial Servant, even one as beautiful and talented as Luo-Luo, is no different from a pretty painting or elegant vase to have and display, hardly anything worth killing over.
Which brings me back to the question, why now? What changed to make Jixing so desperate to have Luo-Luo play a tune to soothe his troubled soul, desperate enough to act in such an overt manner and risk rebellion in a time of war?
...
What was Yang Jixings purpose in Central? The question leaves my lips before my mind even has time to process it, and I can immediately tell I was right to ask it, because Xing Yong Wei doesnt answer. I suspect its not because he doesnt want to, but because he physically cant. Someone ordered him to keep quiet, but he wants me to know, so hes leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. Think Rain. He cant talk about Jixing, which means youre asking the wrong questions. This work, I ask, gesturing at the reports before me. I send out the verdict, but who carries it out?
Who else but the Disciplinary Corps? Cracking the barest hint of a smile, Xing Yong Wei explains, Since the founding of the Empire, the Five Supreme Families have each served a different purpose. The Yang family upholds the Emperors justice, for they were named for the Sun, and everything beneath falls within their domain. So too with the Liang Family, named for the moon, overseeing the Empires economic and mercantile interests, to ensure fortune and prosperity follows as surely as day turns to night.
What about the other families?
Puffing up with pride, Xing Yong Wei pats himself on the chest and answers, The Xing family is named for the stars and tasked to oversee the military and ensure the Empire remains strong for as long as there are stars in the sky. There are no secrets hidden from the Heavens, and few hidden from the Tian family named after them, a family of spies and assassins who are second to none, and last but not least, the Di family is named for the Earth, whose sole purpose is to sustain and support the other five.
One of these families is not like the others, but I dont really feel like its my place to criticize. Seriously though, a Supreme Family of farming? I mean, food is great and the Legate did supply me with some amazing tofu pudding, but its rare for nobles to place so much emphasis on crop growth of all things. Filing all this information away for later, I go back to my original question and realize the answer was staring me in the face all along. Yang Jixing was responsible for eliminating the Defiled, much like what Im doing now. Since Xing Yong Wei doesnt see fit to interrupt me, I continue narrating my thoughts as they come. Is that why he wanted Luo-Luo? Because the weight of his conscience was bearing down on him? That would explain why he was so desperate to get her, and why he acted so... irrationally at the end there, with all his overt actions, but... I dunno. Shouldnt someone like Yang Jixing have a Mentor or something, someone to watch over him and make sure he doesnt... deviate from the Path?
He did. With a pained look that spells out youre an idiot, Xing Yong Wei says, Yang Jixings Dao Guardian was the Divinity who failed to protect him.
The one who accused me of rebelling and is surnamed Liang, and therefore is somehow related to Shen ZhenWu.
...
Well fuck. I guess that clinches it. My Patron somehow engineered events to have both Yang Jixing and Yang Zaixing killed by the Defiled. Its not proof Shen ZhenWu is working with the Enemy, but even the best case scenario doesnt paint a pretty picture. Will the Emperor do anything about this?
About what? Xing Yong Wei, his words drier than a desert. The Enemy killed another Imperial Divinity and assassinated the Yang family heir. It is fortunate Shen ZhenWu still lives, unless you suspect otherwise?
And there it is. Hes asking if I suspect my Patron of allying with the Enemy, but even though I do, how do I know I can trust Xing Yong Wei? Shen ZhenWu is the source of all my authority, and if I cast suspicions upon him, then Im done, regardless if Im right or wrong. This could all be an elaborate trap meant to lead me to this very conclusion, and theres no way to know whos actually on my side. Suspicious as I am of Shen ZhenWu, I have no reason to trust any other Imperial over him, and many reasons not to trust them. Jixings desire for Luo-Luos music is only a suspicion, because theres no way the Prime Ministers son didnt have any other way to soothe his conscience. Unless of course he was obsessed with Luo-Luo, an obsession which might well have been introduced and encouraged by the Dao Guardian who let him die.
Fuck, Yuzhen was right. The Imperial Clan are a devious, manipulative bunch who will feed you shit and convince you to thank them for it.
I have no reason to suspect my Patron, I say, trying my best to mimic Xing Yong Weis monotone and suggest I also have no reason to trust Shen ZhenWu either. Hard to say if he caught my meaning, but the bearded Divinity studies me closely before nodding in farewell, disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving me alone in my office with Ping Ping, Aurie, and my bunnies. Still cradling the sweet girl close, I give Ping Ping a kiss on the head while studying her expression, and I realize how silly I was to think she could protect me from Divinities. Not two seconds have passed since Xing Yong Wei left, and already this sweet girl has let her guard down. Touching as their relationship was, I cant help but think Guan Suos constant protection has left Ping Ping unable to protect herself. She never watches her surroundings, and never notices errant Divinities until theyre already in the room, and I dont think she even knows how to Conceal, because Guan Suo and the Protectorate did all of this for her. In truth, she might not even be a True Divinity, since I may have helped her through the process, which means Ping Ping might well be the weakest Divinity in existence.
One point on the board for Zhen Shis way of thinking, but on the other hand, Ping Ping is awfully cute and cuddly...
I love you Ping Ping. The warm burst of Aura which she emits in response tells me she shares the sentiment, but Im not sure if its because she recognizes the words or she just appreciates it when I hug and talk to her. Either way, its time I called it a night and went back to my borrowed manor for dinner. Theres so much I still need to do, like go over whatever revisions the Colonel Generals have sent back, write letters to political figures to soothe bruised egos or win them over to my side, and see what I can do about taking steps towards abolishing slavery without inciting widespread rebellion, but none of those problems will be solved anytime soon, and certainly not in the time it takes for me to eat a meal and take a bath while Luo-Luo plays a healing melody in the courtyard.
This is my life for now, and I will continue doing what I think is best, but the stakes are too high to act without thinking. There is something afoot in the Imperial Clan, but theres no point trying to unravel whats happening with what little I know. Instead, I should keep doing what Im doing while considering all my options carefully, and maybe make plans to free myself from these shackles of obligation. Right now, the only way I know how to do that is to defeat the Defiled and neutralize the threat they present, so I can finally go home and tell the rest of the Empire to fuck off.
All I have to do is end a war against an Enemy that predates the Empire itself. Easy Peasy, right?
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Chapter 619
Being Legate is the worst.
Its not the heavy workload, long hours and sleepless nights, since thats pretty much the norm for me, and a life of fear and trepidation has prepared me for the stress of having the literal fate of the Empire resting on my shoulders. I can even manage the heavy burden of responsibility weighing me down, since I have family, allies, and competent subordinates to share the load with, and I actually enjoy butting heads with them when we have differing opinions and know how to gracefully acquiesce when it turns out theyre right. The complete and utter lack of gratitude or appreciation is irritating, but Ive never been one to revel in adoration, and maintaining a tidy and inspiring appearance is easy when you have someone like Luo-Luo managing an entire team of people to keep me looking fresh, so thats no big deal either.
If thats all there was to being Legate, everything would be hunky dory, but alas, theres so much more to go through.
First off is the politics. I thought things were bad when I was Minister of Finance and I had to glad-hand all my supporters, but now I have to carefully consider my every action and reaction whether it be in private or public. Given my position, I could technically afford to insult and alienate whomsoever I pleased, but not without consequence. No one is going to rebel because I didnt praise them enough or praised one of their enemies too much, but the amount of petty, passive-aggressive bullshit I deal with every day is astounding. Theres nothing more frustrating than working day and night to get the Empire to work like a well-oiled machine, only to see a spanner thrown into the works by Entitled McNoble just because I didnt give them a pat on the back.
A few days ago, I interrupted one Lieutenant Marshal after four others made the same complaints, whining about the frivolous luxury tax and how so many of their employees were leaving to join the irregulars. Enough, I said, maybe forgetting to smile. I dont have time to listen to each and every one of you bitch about your problems. The luxury tax is staying. My irregulars are recruiting. Accept it and move on. I thought I handled it well enough, but then yesterday, the crybaby resigns citing health complications from, get this, extreme stress. Bullshit is what it is, he was just upset because he was earning a few coppers less per barrel of rice wine and might have to pay actual wages to keep his workers from seeking better opportunities. Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river.
Then there was the Southern Brigadier who got all heated and indignant because I exhaled slightly harder than usual in response to a joke made at his expense. I dont even remember what the joke was, but apparently my encouragement of the mockery was an example of systemic discrimination in favour of the Northern Generals, namely Dad and Nian Zu, as he cited in an official complaint made to the Disciplinary Corps. Granted, I do place more significance on their words than others, but like... its my dad and his commander. How can I not?
I swear its like working with self-entitled children who dont understand the world doesnt revolve around them. Some pack their toys away and head home to play by themselves, while others whine and scream in public because they think their opinion should hold the same weight as Living Legend Nian Zu. Its so infuriating Im almost ready to call it quits and head back to the mountains for a few years of peace and quiet while the Defiled raze the Empire to the ground.
If only I could, but alas, I am a man of morals and obligations, so here I am working with my war council to put a viable plan together that all three provinces can accept. Again, I could just order the military to follow my commands and theyd have no choice but to obey, but I am well aware of my lacking experience and am working as hard as I can to make up for it with sound advice and planning. Face is the problem yet again, and I have no idea how to fix it. In five days, Ive gone through three Central advisors because they all felt that their advice wasnt being heeded and their opinions were being belittled. To be fair, theyre not entirely wrong, but if they wanted their advice heeded and opinions taken into consideration, then they should offer better advice and opinions. Besides, isnt valid criticism all part of the planning process? You ask for ideas and poke holes in them until you come across something without any obvious flaws, but noooo, I must be doing it because I want to deliberately insult my stupid subordinates.
I wish Grandpa Du would agree to join my war council, but he declined saying he had no mind for strategy and was busy contemplating the Dao. At least now I have Liu Xuande to help remind me of my manners, and he was surprisingly helpful in todays planning. Not because his idea to turn Zhen Shis trap into a trap of our own was so innovative, but because by bringing it up, he forced us to rethink all the reasons why it was a terrible idea wed already discarded, and in doing so, made us realize it was not actually so terrible after all. Thats why I made Xuande repeat himself with the entire war council present, because teaching a novice requires you to look at everything from a different perspective as you try to break it down into terms a layman can understand.
Hes our little student, and a good one at that, always asking insightful questions that cut to the heart of the matter and offering suggestions which arent always the best, but have good logical reasoning behind them. He even spotted a few questionable Defiled deployments which helped identify possible enemy countermeasures that were already in place, so given a few years, Liu Xuande might actually become a decent tactician, a bold and daring man who sees options where others see obstacles.
For now though, hes our councils sounding board, and he serves his purpose well. As for the rest of my advisors, its been a rocky road getting this war council to mesh together. Say what you will about Yari Hagane and his penchant for insolence and condescension, but at least the man doesnt go crying to Colonel General Mitsue Juichi every time I hurt his feelings. Honestly, out of the three Officers, hes actually the easiest to deal with, even if his ideas arent always the best. I thought BoShuis uncle, Han BoHai, would be my greatest ally, but after decades of loyal service together, he now has too much faith in Nian Zu and believes the Living Legend can do no wrong. This means that no matter how many problems I bring up regarding the Colonel Generals plans, the only answer I ever get out of the bearish Major General is Im sure the Colonel General is well-prepared to deal with whatever may come. This means I have to frame things in a way that implies an issue without laying blame at Nian Zus feet, because thats the only way I can get BoHai to offer a solution, or preventative measure. Its stupid. In BoHais eyes, Nian Zu is the greatest Colonel General there ever was and therefore his plans are perfectly flawless, meaning the only problems that might arise are issues in execution. Its not that the Colonel General is wrong, its that the people below him are too incompetent to carry out his vision in full, so we must take them by the hand and carefully guide them step by step through the process.
Seriously, BoHai and BoShui are eerily similar in their stalwart devotion to other men...
As for the third Officer in my war council, Major General Inthavong might as well not be present for ninety percent of the meetings. Most of the time, he just stands there like a statue with a mild scowl etched across his weathered features, a grim and foreboding effigy of Southern neutrality. Despite being the least physically impressive of the three and only a little taller and wider than I am, something about the Southerners mannerisms makes me think him the most dangerous of the three. Even in stillness, he exudes a sense of aggressive threat much like a tiger on the prowl, and while his lips remained sealed for most of the meetings, his eyes and ears miss nothing. That said, the only times he voluntarily opens his mouth is to ensure the South never takes on more than its fair share, which is almost as frustrating as BoHai, or rather Nian Zus attempts to single-handedly win this war for the Empire.
As for Central? Theyre just desperate to survive, because its becoming increasingly obvious that its no longer a matter of if the Defiled break through, but when. The Western Wall was a grand undertaking of massive proportions, and what weve accomplished is nothing short of a miracle, but at the end of the day, its still just a wall, one that stretches over a thousand kilometres from end to end. It doesnt take much to imagine the Defiled breaking through somewhere to run rampant through Central, at which point its very possible Central goes the way of the West as North, South and East pull out to defend their own borders. Thats the issue plaguing the Empire right now, because if Central falls, the Empire falls with it, leaving three independent provinces with zero shared borders and a hostile force between them. Given the lack of long-distance communication, continued cooperation would be impossible since thered be no way to coordinate, reinforce, or even trade between the three provinces, giving the Defiled free rein to divide and conquer as they please.
I always knew this was a possibility, but I didnt know how bad things were until five days ago, when I reluctantly stepped into the role of master and commander of the outer provinces. During my first briefing, the third and final beardy from that fateful meeting in Nan Ping appeared and introduced himself as Xing Yong Wei, Divinity of the Imperial Clan and my new Dao protector who I could totally trust and should feel safe sharing any and all secrets with. Okay, I may be paraphrasing and he didnt exactly say that in so many words, but the implication was there and I was understandably reluctant to trust him. Thankfully, I didnt have to lie about much since he didnt seem too interested in asking questions, though he did make a token effort to ask about Ping Ping. I told him I had no idea how she ascended and that the rest of my pets are just regular animals, not even Spiritual Beasts. All technically true since Pong Pong isnt a pet, and more of a friend I feed exorbitant amounts of shrimp to in exchange for poop and the possibility of protection, though thats seeming less likely with each passing day. I havent seen Pong Pong since waking from my coma, which is good because the little guy skated under the Imperial Divinitys radar by hiding out in the river by Taduks bamboo grove. Whats less good is how much I miss him, but its too dangerous to visit him with all this attention on me, so I just have to leave him be and hope he doesnt forget all about me before I see him again.
I want to see Ping Ping and Pong Pong interact now that theyre closer in size. I mean, Ping Ping is about the size of a golden retriever now, albeit a short, wide, girthy one, while Pong Pong still fits comfortably in the palm of my hand, so its still a sizable difference, but at least now they can interact in a meaningful way. It would be awesome to see them play tag or have friendly water fights together, though it would be prudent to have countermeasures in place to keep things from escalating too far. Its all well and good to play tag in Pong Pongs Natal Palace, but things might turn out differently if I started chasing him in the real world. Smart and powerful though he might be, a Divine Turtle is still just a turtle, so its entirely possible he forgets were just playing and panics somewhere along the way.
Which would be pretty bad considering he can summon tidal waves and emit an Aura so depressing it makes most people want to kill themselves.
Secrets and turtles aside, a few hours after my unofficial inauguration on stage following the near rebellion, Xing Yong Wei appeared on my doorstep and sat me down in a private room to peel back the curtains on this theatre of war. Needless to say, I was sorely tempted to immediately step down, but alas, Legate is an Imperial title and theres no Imperial in the outer provinces more qualified than I. Sure, there are Royal Guardians who are more well-versed in tactics and commerce, but not only would they likely pack up and leave for home, the outer provinces might not even accept one of them, especially since theyre still on the fence about me. While Shen ZhenWu made it look like he appeared in Central and took control with ease, there was a lot more to it than waving his title and Imperial Sigil about, the latter of which I dont even have.
Its bullshit. To hold the Imperial Sigil is to speak with the Emperors voice, but Shen ZhenWu already had one before becoming Legate. Since the fan has nothing to do with the Legates office, it left with him when he presumably went back to the East to treat his wounds. This means all I have to convince people to work with me is the Emperors authority, which is distant and fickle at best.
As much as Id love to hand the job over to Nian Zu, Shuai Jiao, or Marshal Quyen Huong, doing so would likely end in disaster. The three provinces are fiercely independent, and it makes sense considering each one is almost a country unto itself. The only reason Im an acceptable Legate is due to the combination of my outer-province origins, my Imperial Peerage, and the fact that everyone sees me as someone who can be easily influenced or manipulated, if not outright controlled. As I myself just recently learned, theres a lot more to commanding than making plans and giving orders, because if people are unhappy with what youre doing, there are infinite ways for them to make life difficult without crossing over into actual rebellion. Things like quitting their jobs and supporting an incompetent successor, or doing the bare minimum to fulfill their orders while secretly undermining your efforts in hopes youll fail, just so they can point and say I told you so. Real petty garbage like that, annoying and infuriating but nothing serious enough to warrant a beating or worse, because everyone wised up after I had Ishin Shigen publicly whipped for refusing to drop the matter of Dads reinstatement.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Surely the previous Legate would not have done so without reason, Shigen repeatedly claimed, despite my insistent request that we move on. I only suggest the new Legate do his due diligence to ensure all protocols are followed to the letter and spirit of the law.
Which was bullshit. There was an official document stripping Dad of rank which was signed and sealed, but nowhere on the page was a reason given. With Jixings apparent death, which Xing Yong Wei would neither confirm nor deny, this meant there was no way to know why Dad was stripped of rank. What is there to investigate? Even an Oath-bound statement of truth wouldnt be enough to clear Dad, because there is no accusation for him to plainly deny. He could swear and say he had nothing to do with the Wraith attacks, but what good would that do? Everyone would just claim he could have leaked the information to a malicious third party that then passed it on to the Defiled, or that Akanai had been responsible instead and Dad didnt know, or any number of accusations that would see him bleed out before satisfying everyones curiosity. The whole discussion was just a smokescreen to make things difficult for me and shame Dad by hinting that there was something hinky afoot. Truth be told, losing my temper didnt win me any points, but since logic and reasoning werent going anywhere, I told everyone present that the next person to bring the matter up would be whipped in the streets, and wouldnt you know it, it was less than five minutes before Ishin Shigen tried to call my bluff, so fuck him and fuck Mitsue Juichi too, because I know that old canny bastard put him up to it.
Needless to say, even with the Imperial Clans full support behind me, its been slow going trying to win over the provinces and get them to obey without question. Being under-qualified and inexperienced is only part of it, and my confirmed slave past isnt helping much, what with rumours flying about claiming that the new Legate is technically stolen property and whatnot, but thus far, Ive been ignoring it whenever I can and pushing ever forward. Nothing I say will change the past, but if their heads are stuck so far up their asses that they cant judge me by what Ive done and what Im doing rather than what I once was, then the people of the Empire arent worth saving and the Defiled can have them all.
Which is sort of a moot point since were clearly losing this war.
With the reports out of the way, I sigh and ask, How goes the war on the Divine front?
As well as can be expected. The same answer hes given me the past five days, and I know there will be no more information forthcoming. He hasnt asked for help from the People, nor have I offered, but I did ask Mom about it and she told me to worry about the problems I could solve, rather than the ones I could do nothing about. Honestly, not the worst advice, but I hate going to all this effort while knowing that in the end, it might not even matter. At any point, the Divinities could get off their asses and turn the Empire into a wasteland, but until such a time, all I can do is continue to keep fighting the good fight and doing things I dont agree with, but know must be done.
I would very much love it if the Brotherhood would respond to my many pleas for a meeting, because a bunch of half-Defiled monks who can identify other Defiled would go a long way to assuaging my guilt, but even though the Imperial Clan knows about the Brotherhoods unique status, Xing Yong Wei told me they were of no use. Identifying the Defiled to Imperial forces is the same as consigning them to death, so no full member of the Brotherhood would work in concert with the Imperial Clan. A conflicting stance, because on the one hand, thats stupid and the Brotherhood should feel stupid for being stupid, but on the other hand, I kinda see their point. Not all Defiled are irredeemable, but the Imperial Clan would rather kill a hundred innocents than let a single Defiled get away, which is another conflicting stance I dont entirely agree with. Unfortunately, theres no alternative I can come up with that would satisfy both groups, because the Brotherhood wont forcefully convert Defiled and the Imperials see no point in jailing and feeding them.
This is difficult for you, Xing Yong Wei says, delivered as a statement of fact rather than commiseration. Our work is done for today. Go seek solace from your Consort and let her music ease your troubled conscience.
Something in the way he says it makes me sit up and take notice, because its rare for the robotic Divinity to inject emphasis into his intonation. Consort and music were clearly accentuated, though I only noticed because he almost always speaks in monotone. The wheels turn in my head, and it occurs to me hes trying to help me understand something, but Im not entirely sure what. Is that why Jixing wanted her? To ease his troubled conscience? Yong Wei doesnt answer, but his silence is as close to confirmation as Ill get, since Im pretty sure hed speak up if I was wrong. So what does this mean? It means Jixing wasnt after Luo-Luo because he lusted after her beauty, but her music instead. Why now, and not during the six years she spent hiding away at the Academy? Luo-Luo always said it was because if she accepted the Grand Marshals offer of Patronage, the Prime Minister wouldve had her killed and the same vice-versa, but that doesnt really make sense now that I think about it. Sure, face would be lost if she chose one Patron over another, but Imperial Scions tend to do all their dirty work through cats-paws, and assassination is pretty direct for a conflict as petty as ownership of an Imperial Servant. In their eyes, an Imperial Servant, even one as beautiful and talented as Luo-Luo, is no different from a pretty painting or elegant vase to have and display, hardly anything worth killing over.
Which brings me back to the question, why now? What changed to make Jixing so desperate to have Luo-Luo play a tune to soothe his troubled soul, desperate enough to act in such an overt manner and risk rebellion in a time of war?
...
What was Yang Jixings purpose in Central? The question leaves my lips before my mind even has time to process it, and I can immediately tell I was right to ask it, because Xing Yong Wei doesnt answer. I suspect its not because he doesnt want to, but because he physically cant. Someone ordered him to keep quiet, but he wants me to know, so hes leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. Think Rain. He cant talk about Jixing, which means youre asking the wrong questions. This work, I ask, gesturing at the reports before me. I send out the verdict, but who carries it out?
Who else but the Disciplinary Corps? Cracking the barest hint of a smile, Xing Yong Wei explains, Since the founding of the Empire, the Five Supreme Families have each served a different purpose. The Yang family upholds the Emperors justice, for they were named for the Sun, and everything beneath falls within their domain. So too with the Liang Family, named for the moon, overseeing the Empires economic and mercantile interests, to ensure fortune and prosperity follows as surely as day turns to night.
What about the other families?
Puffing up with pride, Xing Yong Wei pats himself on the chest and answers, The Xing family is named for the stars and tasked to oversee the military and ensure the Empire remains strong for as long as there are stars in the sky. There are no secrets hidden from the Heavens, and few hidden from the Tian family named after them, a family of spies and assassins who are second to none, and last but not least, the Di family is named for the Earth, whose sole purpose is to sustain and support the other five.
One of these families is not like the others, but I dont really feel like its my place to criticize. Seriously though, a Supreme Family of farming? I mean, food is great and the Legate did supply me with some amazing tofu pudding, but its rare for nobles to place so much emphasis on crop growth of all things. Filing all this information away for later, I go back to my original question and realize the answer was staring me in the face all along. Yang Jixing was responsible for eliminating the Defiled, much like what Im doing now. Since Xing Yong Wei doesnt see fit to interrupt me, I continue narrating my thoughts as they come. Is that why he wanted Luo-Luo? Because the weight of his conscience was bearing down on him? That would explain why he was so desperate to get her, and why he acted so... irrationally at the end there, with all his overt actions, but... I dunno. Shouldnt someone like Yang Jixing have a Mentor or something, someone to watch over him and make sure he doesnt... deviate from the Path?
He did. With a pained look that spells out youre an idiot, Xing Yong Wei says, Yang Jixings Dao Guardian was the Divinity who failed to protect him.
The one who accused me of rebelling and is surnamed Liang, and therefore is somehow related to Shen ZhenWu.
...
Well fuck. I guess that clinches it. My Patron somehow engineered events to have both Yang Jixing and Yang Zaixing killed by the Defiled. Its not proof Shen ZhenWu is working with the Enemy, but even the best case scenario doesnt paint a pretty picture. Will the Emperor do anything about this?
About what? Xing Yong Wei, his words drier than a desert. The Enemy killed another Imperial Divinity and assassinated the Yang family heir. It is fortunate Shen ZhenWu still lives, unless you suspect otherwise?
And there it is. Hes asking if I suspect my Patron of allying with the Enemy, but even though I do, how do I know I can trust Xing Yong Wei? Shen ZhenWu is the source of all my authority, and if I cast suspicions upon him, then Im done, regardless if Im right or wrong. This could all be an elaborate trap meant to lead me to this very conclusion, and theres no way to know whos actually on my side. Suspicious as I am of Shen ZhenWu, I have no reason to trust any other Imperial over him, and many reasons not to trust them. Jixings desire for Luo-Luos music is only a suspicion, because theres no way the Prime Ministers son didnt have any other way to soothe his conscience. Unless of course he was obsessed with Luo-Luo, an obsession which might well have been introduced and encouraged by the Dao Guardian who let him die.
Fuck, Yuzhen was right. The Imperial Clan are a devious, manipulative bunch who will feed you shit and convince you to thank them for it.
I have no reason to suspect my Patron, I say, trying my best to mimic Xing Yong Weis monotone and suggest I also have no reason to trust Shen ZhenWu either. Hard to say if he caught my meaning, but the bearded Divinity studies me closely before nodding in farewell, disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving me alone in my office with Ping Ping, Aurie, and my bunnies. Still cradling the sweet girl close, I give Ping Ping a kiss on the head while studying her expression, and I realize how silly I was to think she could protect me from Divinities. Not two seconds have passed since Xing Yong Wei left, and already this sweet girl has let her guard down. Touching as their relationship was, I cant help but think Guan Suos constant protection has left Ping Ping unable to protect herself. She never watches her surroundings, and never notices errant Divinities until theyre already in the room, and I dont think she even knows how to Conceal, because Guan Suo and the Protectorate did all of this for her. In truth, she might not even be a True Divinity, since I may have helped her through the process, which means Ping Ping might well be the weakest Divinity in existence.
One point on the board for Zhen Shis way of thinking, but on the other hand, Ping Ping is awfully cute and cuddly...
I love you Ping Ping. The warm burst of Aura which she emits in response tells me she shares the sentiment, but Im not sure if its because she recognizes the words or she just appreciates it when I hug and talk to her. Either way, its time I called it a night and went back to my borrowed manor for dinner. Theres so much I still need to do, like go over whatever revisions the Colonel Generals have sent back, write letters to political figures to soothe bruised egos or win them over to my side, and see what I can do about taking steps towards abolishing slavery without inciting widespread rebellion, but none of those problems will be solved anytime soon, and certainly not in the time it takes for me to eat a meal and take a bath while Luo-Luo plays a healing melody in the courtyard.
This is my life for now, and I will continue doing what I think is best, but the stakes are too high to act without thinking. There is something afoot in the Imperial Clan, but theres no point trying to unravel whats happening with what little I know. Instead, I should keep doing what Im doing while considering all my options carefully, and maybe make plans to free myself from these shackles of obligation. Right now, the only way I know how to do that is to defeat the Defiled and neutralize the threat they present, so I can finally go home and tell the rest of the Empire to fuck off.
All I have to do is end a war against an Enemy that predates the Empire itself. Easy Peasy, right?
Chapter Meme
Chapter 619Being Legate is the worst.Its not the heavy workload, long hours and sleepless nights, since thats pretty much the norm for me, and a life of fear and trepidation has prepared me for the stress of having the literal fate of the Empire resting on my shoulders. I can even manage the heavy burden of responsibility weighing me down, since I have family, allies, and competent subordinates to share the load with, and I actually enjoy butting heads with them when we have differing opinions and know how to gracefully acquiesce when it turns out theyre right. The complete and utter lack of gratitude or appreciation is irritating, but Ive never been one to revel in adoration, and maintaining a tidy and inspiring appearance is easy when you have someone like Luo-Luo managing an entire team of people to keep me looking fresh, so thats no big deal either.If thats all there was to being Legate, everything would be hunky dory, but alas, theres so much more to go through.First off is the politics. I thought things were bad when I was Minister of Finance and I had to glad-hand all my supporters, but now I have to carefully consider my every action and reaction whether it be in private or public. Given my position, I could technically afford to insult and alienate whomsoever I pleased, but not without consequence. No one is going to rebel because I didnt praise them enough or praised one of their enemies too much, but the amount of petty, passive-aggressive bullshit I deal with every day is astounding. Theres nothing more frustrating than working day and night to get the Empire to work like a well-oiled machine, only to see a spanner thrown into the works by Entitled McNoble just because I didnt give them a pat on the back.A few days ago, I interrupted one Lieutenant Marshal after four others made the same complaints, whining about the frivolous luxury tax and how so many of their employees were leaving to join the irregulars. Enough, I said, maybe forgetting to smile. I dont have time to listen to each and every one of you bitch about your problems. The luxury tax is staying. My irregulars are recruiting. Accept it and move on. I thought I handled it well enough, but then yesterday, the crybaby resigns citing health complications from, get this, extreme stress. Bullshit is what it is, he was just upset because he was earning a few coppers less per barrel of rice wine and might have to pay actual wages to keep his workers from seeking better opportunities. Boo fucking hoo, cry me a river.Then there was the Southern Brigadier who got all heated and indignant because I exhaled slightly harder than usual in response to a joke made at his expense. I dont even remember what the joke was, but apparently my encouragement of the mockery was an example of systemic discrimination in favour of the Northern Generals, namely Dad and Nian Zu, as he cited in an official complaint made to the Disciplinary Corps. Granted, I do place more significance on their words than others, but like... its my dad and his commander. How can I not?I swear its like working with self-entitled children who dont understand the world doesnt revolve around them. Some pack their toys away and head home to play by themselves, while others whine and scream in public because they think their opinion should hold the same weight as Living Legend Nian Zu. Its so infuriating Im almost ready to call it quits and head back to the mountains for a few years of peace and quiet while the Defiled raze the Empire to the ground.If only I could, but alas, I am a man of morals and obligations, so here I am working with my war council to put a viable plan together that all three provinces can accept. Again, I could just order the military to follow my commands and theyd have no choice but to obey, but I am well aware of my lacking experience and am working as hard as I can to make up for it with sound advice and planning. Face is the problem yet again, and I have no idea how to fix it. In five days, Ive gone through three Central advisors because they all felt that their advice wasnt being heeded and their opinions were being belittled. To be fair, theyre not entirely wrong, but if they wanted their advice heeded and opinions taken into consideration, then they should offer better advice and opinions. Besides, isnt valid criticism all part of the planning process? You ask for ideas and poke holes in them until you come across something without any obvious flaws, but noooo, I must be doing it because I want to deliberately insult my stupid subordinates.I wish Grandpa Du would agree to join my war council, but he declined saying he had no mind for strategy and was busy contemplating the Dao. At least now I have Liu Xuande to help remind me of my manners, and he was surprisingly helpful in todays planning. Not because his idea to turn Zhen Shis trap into a trap of our own was so innovative, but because by bringing it up, he forced us to rethink all the reasons why it was a terrible idea wed already discarded, and in doing so, made us realize it was not actually so terrible after all. Thats why I made Xuande repeat himself with the entire war council present, because teaching a novice requires you to look at everything from a different perspective as you try to break it down into terms a layman can understand.Hes our little student, and a good one at that, always asking insightful questions that cut to the heart of the matter and offering suggestions which arent always the best, but have good logical reasoning behind them. He even spotted a few questionable Defiled deployments which helped identify possible enemy countermeasures that were already in place, so given a few years, Liu Xuande might actually become a decent tactician, a bold and daring man who sees options where others see obstacles.For now though, hes our councils sounding board, and he serves his purpose well. As for the rest of my advisors, its been a rocky road getting this war council to mesh together. Say what you will about Yari Hagane and his penchant for insolence and condescension, but at least the man doesnt go crying to Colonel General Mitsue Juichi every time I hurt his feelings. Honestly, out of the three Officers, hes actually the easiest to deal with, even if his ideas arent always the best. I thought BoShuis uncle, Han BoHai, would be my greatest ally, but after decades of loyal service together, he now has too much faith in Nian Zu and believes the Living Legend can do no wrong. This means that no matter how many problems I bring up regarding the Colonel Generals plans, the only answer I ever get out of the bearish Major General is Im sure the Colonel General is well-prepared to deal with whatever may come. This means I have to frame things in a way that implies an issue without laying blame at Nian Zus feet, because thats the only way I can get BoHai to offer a solution, or preventative measure. Its stupid. In BoHais eyes, Nian Zu is the greatest Colonel General there ever was and therefore his plans are perfectly flawless, meaning the only problems that might arise are issues in execution. Its not that the Colonel General is wrong, its that the people below him are too incompetent to carry out his vision in full, so we must take them by the hand and carefully guide them step by step through the process.Seriously, BoHai and BoShui are eerily similar in their stalwart devotion to other men...As for the third Officer in my war council, Major General Inthavong might as well not be present for ninety percent of the meetings. Most of the time, he just stands there like a statue with a mild scowl etched across his weathered features, a grim and foreboding effigy of Southern neutrality. Despite being the least physically impressive of the three and only a little taller and wider than I am, something about the Southerners mannerisms makes me think him the most dangerous of the three. Even in stillness, he exudes a sense of aggressive threat much like a tiger on the prowl, and while his lips remained sealed for most of the meetings, his eyes and ears miss nothing. That said, the only times he voluntarily opens his mouth is to ensure the South never takes on more than its fair share, which is almost as frustrating as BoHai, or rather Nian Zus attempts to single-handedly win this war for the Empire.As for Central? Theyre just desperate to survive, because its becoming increasingly obvious that its no longer a matter of if the Defiled break through, but when. The Western Wall was a grand undertaking of massive proportions, and what weve accomplished is nothing short of a miracle, but at the end of the day, its still just a wall, one that stretches over a thousand kilometres from end to end. It doesnt take much to imagine the Defiled breaking through somewhere to run rampant through Central, at which point its very possible Central goes the way of the West as North, South and East pull out to defend their own borders. Thats the issue plaguing the Empire right now, because if Central falls, the Empire falls with it, leaving three independent provinces with zero shared borders and a hostile force between them. Given the lack of long-distance communication, continued cooperation would be impossible since thered be no way to coordinate, reinforce, or even trade between the three provinces, giving the Defiled free rein to divide and conquer as they please.I always knew this was a possibility, but I didnt know how bad things were until five days ago, when I reluctantly stepped into the role of master and commander of the outer provinces. During my first briefing, the third and final beardy from that fateful meeting in Nan Ping appeared and introduced himself as Xing Yong Wei, Divinity of the Imperial Clan and my new Dao protector who I could totally trust and should feel safe sharing any and all secrets with. Okay, I may be paraphrasing and he didnt exactly say that in so many words, but the implication was there and I was understandably reluctant to trust him. Thankfully, I didnt have to lie about much since he didnt seem too interested in asking questions, though he did make a token effort to ask about Ping Ping. I told him I had no idea how she ascended and that the rest of my pets are just regular animals, not even Spiritual Beasts. All technically true since Pong Pong isnt a pet, and more of a friend I feed exorbitant amounts of shrimp to in exchange for poop and the possibility of protection, though thats seeming less likely with each passing day. I havent seen Pong Pong since waking from my coma, which is good because the little guy skated under the Imperial Divinitys radar by hiding out in the river by Taduks bamboo grove. Whats less good is how much I miss him, but its too dangerous to visit him with all this attention on me, so I just have to leave him be and hope he doesnt forget all about me before I see him again.I want to see Ping Ping and Pong Pong interact now that theyre closer in size. I mean, Ping Ping is about the size of a golden retriever now, albeit a short, wide, girthy one, while Pong Pong still fits comfortably in the palm of my hand, so its still a sizable difference, but at least now they can interact in a meaningful way. It would be awesome to see them play tag or have friendly water fights together, though it would be prudent to have countermeasures in place to keep things from escalating too far. Its all well and good to play tag in Pong Pongs Natal Palace, but things might turn out differently if I started chasing him in the real world. Smart and powerful though he might be, a Divine Turtle is still just a turtle, so its entirely possible he forgets were just playing and panics somewhere along the way.Which would be pretty bad considering he can summon tidal waves and emit an Aura so depressing it makes most people want to kill themselves.Secrets and turtles aside, a few hours after my unofficial inauguration on stage following the near rebellion, Xing Yong Wei appeared on my doorstep and sat me down in a private room to peel back the curtains on this theatre of war. Needless to say, I was sorely tempted to immediately step down, but alas, Legate is an Imperial title and theres no Imperial in the outer provinces more qualified than I. Sure, there are Royal Guardians who are more well-versed in tactics and commerce, but not only would they likely pack up and leave for home, the outer provinces might not even accept one of them, especially since theyre still on the fence about me. While Shen ZhenWu made it look like he appeared in Central and took control with ease, there was a lot more to it than waving his title and Imperial Sigil about, the latter of which I dont even have.Its bullshit. To hold the Imperial Sigil is to speak with the Emperors voice, but Shen ZhenWu already had one before becoming Legate. Since the fan has nothing to do with the Legates office, it left with him when he presumably went back to the East to treat his wounds. This means all I have to convince people to work with me is the Emperors authority, which is distant and fickle at best.As much as Id love to hand the job over to Nian Zu, Shuai Jiao, or Marshal Quyen Huong, doing so would likely end in disaster. The three provinces are fiercely independent, and it makes sense considering each one is almost a country unto itself. The only reason Im an acceptable Legate is due to the combination of my outer-province origins, my Imperial Peerage, and the fact that everyone sees me as someone who can be easily influenced or manipulated, if not outright controlled. As I myself just recently learned, theres a lot more to commanding than making plans and giving orders, because if people are unhappy with what youre doing, there are infinite ways for them to make life difficult without crossing over into actual rebellion. Things like quitting their jobs and supporting an incompetent successor, or doing the bare minimum to fulfill their orders while secretly undermining your efforts in hopes youll fail, just so they can point and say I told you so. Real petty garbage like that, annoying and infuriating but nothing serious enough to warrant a beating or worse, because everyone wised up after I had Ishin Shigen publicly whipped for refusing to drop the matter of Dads reinstatement.Updated from novelbin.comSurely the previous Legate would not have done so without reason, Shigen repeatedly claimed, despite my insistent request that we move on. I only suggest the new Legate do his due diligence to ensure all protocols are followed to the letter and spirit of the law.Which was bullshit. There was an official document stripping Dad of rank which was signed and sealed, but nowhere on the page was a reason given. With Jixings apparent death, which Xing Yong Wei would neither confirm nor deny, this meant there was no way to know why Dad was stripped of rank. What is there to investigate? Even an Oath-bound statement of truth wouldnt be enough to clear Dad, because there is no accusation for him to plainly deny. He could swear and say he had nothing to do with the Wraith attacks, but what good would that do? Everyone would just claim he could have leaked the information to a malicious third party that then passed it on to the Defiled, or that Akanai had been responsible instead and Dad didnt know, or any number of accusations that would see him bleed out before satisfying everyones curiosity. The whole discussion was just a smokescreen to make things difficult for me and shame Dad by hinting that there was something hinky afoot. Truth be told, losing my temper didnt win me any points, but since logic and reasoning werent going anywhere, I told everyone present that the next person to bring the matter up would be whipped in the streets, and wouldnt you know it, it was less than five minutes before Ishin Shigen tried to call my bluff, so fuck him and fuck Mitsue Juichi too, because I know that old canny bastard put him up to it.Needless to say, even with the Imperial Clans full support behind me, its been slow going trying to win over the provinces and get them to obey without question. Being under-qualified and inexperienced is only part of it, and my confirmed slave past isnt helping much, what with rumours flying about claiming that the new Legate is technically stolen property and whatnot, but thus far, Ive been ignoring it whenever I can and pushing ever forward. Nothing I say will change the past, but if their heads are stuck so far up their asses that they cant judge me by what Ive done and what Im doing rather than what I once was, then the people of the Empire arent worth saving and the Defiled can have them all.Which is sort of a moot point since were clearly losing this war.With the reports out of the way, I sigh and ask, How goes the war on the Divine front?As well as can be expected. The same answer hes given me the past five days, and I know there will be no more information forthcoming. He hasnt asked for help from the People, nor have I offered, but I did ask Mom about it and she told me to worry about the problems I could solve, rather than the ones I could do nothing about. Honestly, not the worst advice, but I hate going to all this effort while knowing that in the end, it might not even matter. At any point, the Divinities could get off their asses and turn the Empire into a wasteland, but until such a time, all I can do is continue to keep fighting the good fight and doing things I dont agree with, but know must be done.I would very much love it if the Brotherhood would respond to my many pleas for a meeting, because a bunch of half-Defiled monks who can identify other Defiled would go a long way to assuaging my guilt, but even though the Imperial Clan knows about the Brotherhoods unique status, Xing Yong Wei told me they were of no use. Identifying the Defiled to Imperial forces is the same as consigning them to death, so no full member of the Brotherhood would work in concert with the Imperial Clan. A conflicting stance, because on the one hand, thats stupid and the Brotherhood should feel stupid for being stupid, but on the other hand, I kinda see their point. Not all Defiled are irredeemable, but the Imperial Clan would rather kill a hundred innocents than let a single Defiled get away, which is another conflicting stance I dont entirely agree with. Unfortunately, theres no alternative I can come up with that would satisfy both groups, because the Brotherhood wont forcefully convert Defiled and the Imperials see no point in jailing and feeding them.This is difficult for you, Xing Yong Wei says, delivered as a statement of fact rather than commiseration. Our work is done for today. Go seek solace from your Consort and let her music ease your troubled conscience.Something in the way he says it makes me sit up and take notice, because its rare for the robotic Divinity to inject emphasis into his intonation. Consort and music were clearly accentuated, though I only noticed because he almost always speaks in monotone. The wheels turn in my head, and it occurs to me hes trying to help me understand something, but Im not entirely sure what. Is that why Jixing wanted her? To ease his troubled conscience? Yong Wei doesnt answer, but his silence is as close to confirmation as Ill get, since Im pretty sure hed speak up if I was wrong. So what does this mean? It means Jixing wasnt after Luo-Luo because he lusted after her beauty, but her music instead. Why now, and not during the six years she spent hiding away at the Academy? Luo-Luo always said it was because if she accepted the Grand Marshals offer of Patronage, the Prime Minister wouldve had her killed and the same vice-versa, but that doesnt really make sense now that I think about it. Sure, face would be lost if she chose one Patron over another, but Imperial Scions tend to do all their dirty work through cats-paws, and assassination is pretty direct for a conflict as petty as ownership of an Imperial Servant. In their eyes, an Imperial Servant, even one as beautiful and talented as Luo-Luo, is no different from a pretty painting or elegant vase to have and display, hardly anything worth killing over.Which brings me back to the question, why now? What changed to make Jixing so desperate to have Luo-Luo play a tune to soothe his troubled soul, desperate enough to act in such an overt manner and risk rebellion in a time of war?...What was Yang Jixings purpose in Central? The question leaves my lips before my mind even has time to process it, and I can immediately tell I was right to ask it, because Xing Yong Wei doesnt answer. I suspect its not because he doesnt want to, but because he physically cant. Someone ordered him to keep quiet, but he wants me to know, so hes leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for me to follow. Think Rain. He cant talk about Jixing, which means youre asking the wrong questions. This work, I ask, gesturing at the reports before me. I send out the verdict, but who carries it out?Who else but the Disciplinary Corps? Cracking the barest hint of a smile, Xing Yong Wei explains, Since the founding of the Empire, the Five Supreme Families have each served a different purpose. The Yang family upholds the Emperors justice, for they were named for the Sun, and everything beneath falls within their domain. So too with the Liang Family, named for the moon, overseeing the Empires economic and mercantile interests, to ensure fortune and prosperity follows as surely as day turns to night.What about the other families?Puffing up with pride, Xing Yong Wei pats himself on the chest and answers, The Xing family is named for the stars and tasked to oversee the military and ensure the Empire remains strong for as long as there are stars in the sky. There are no secrets hidden from the Heavens, and few hidden from the Tian family named after them, a family of spies and assassins who are second to none, and last but not least, the Di family is named for the Earth, whose sole purpose is to sustain and support the other five.One of these families is not like the others, but I dont really feel like its my place to criticize. Seriously though, a Supreme Family of farming? I mean, food is great and the Legate did supply me with some amazing tofu pudding, but its rare for nobles to place so much emphasis on crop growth of all things. Filing all this information away for later, I go back to my original question and realize the answer was staring me in the face all along. Yang Jixing was responsible for eliminating the Defiled, much like what Im doing now. Since Xing Yong Wei doesnt see fit to interrupt me, I continue narrating my thoughts as they come. Is that why he wanted Luo-Luo? Because the weight of his conscience was bearing down on him? That would explain why he was so desperate to get her, and why he acted so... irrationally at the end there, with all his overt actions, but... I dunno. Shouldnt someone like Yang Jixing have a Mentor or something, someone to watch over him and make sure he doesnt... deviate from the Path?He did. With a pained look that spells out youre an idiot, Xing Yong Wei says, Yang Jixings Dao Guardian was the Divinity who failed to protect him.The one who accused me of rebelling and is surnamed Liang, and therefore is somehow related to Shen ZhenWu....Well fuck. I guess that clinches it. My Patron somehow engineered events to have both Yang Jixing and Yang Zaixing killed by the Defiled. Its not proof Shen ZhenWu is working with the Enemy, but even the best case scenario doesnt paint a pretty picture. Will the Emperor do anything about this?About what? Xing Yong Wei, his words drier than a desert. The Enemy killed another Imperial Divinity and assassinated the Yang family heir. It is fortunate Shen ZhenWu still lives, unless you suspect otherwise?And there it is. Hes asking if I suspect my Patron of allying with the Enemy, but even though I do, how do I know I can trust Xing Yong Wei? Shen ZhenWu is the source of all my authority, and if I cast suspicions upon him, then Im done, regardless if Im right or wrong. This could all be an elaborate trap meant to lead me to this very conclusion, and theres no way to know whos actually on my side. Suspicious as I am of Shen ZhenWu, I have no reason to trust any other Imperial over him, and many reasons not to trust them. Jixings desire for Luo-Luos music is only a suspicion, because theres no way the Prime Ministers son didnt have any other way to soothe his conscience. Unless of course he was obsessed with Luo-Luo, an obsession which might well have been introduced and encouraged by the Dao Guardian who let him die.Fuck, Yuzhen was right. The Imperial Clan are a devious, manipulative bunch who will feed you shit and convince you to thank them for it.I have no reason to suspect my Patron, I say, trying my best to mimic Xing Yong Weis monotone and suggest I also have no reason to trust Shen ZhenWu either. Hard to say if he caught my meaning, but the bearded Divinity studies me closely before nodding in farewell, disappearing in the blink of an eye and leaving me alone in my office with Ping Ping, Aurie, and my bunnies. Still cradling the sweet girl close, I give Ping Ping a kiss on the head while studying her expression, and I realize how silly I was to think she could protect me from Divinities. Not two seconds have passed since Xing Yong Wei left, and already this sweet girl has let her guard down. Touching as their relationship was, I cant help but think Guan Suos constant protection has left Ping Ping unable to protect herself. She never watches her surroundings, and never notices errant Divinities until theyre already in the room, and I dont think she even knows how to Conceal, because Guan Suo and the Protectorate did all of this for her. In truth, she might not even be a True Divinity, since I may have helped her through the process, which means Ping Ping might well be the weakest Divinity in existence.One point on the board for Zhen Shis way of thinking, but on the other hand, Ping Ping is awfully cute and cuddly...I love you Ping Ping. The warm burst of Aura which she emits in response tells me she shares the sentiment, but Im not sure if its because she recognizes the words or she just appreciates it when I hug and talk to her. Either way, its time I called it a night and went back to my borrowed manor for dinner. Theres so much I still need to do, like go over whatever revisions the Colonel Generals have sent back, write letters to political figures to soothe bruised egos or win them over to my side, and see what I can do about taking steps towards abolishing slavery without inciting widespread rebellion, but none of those problems will be solved anytime soon, and certainly not in the time it takes for me to eat a meal and take a bath while Luo-Luo plays a healing melody in the courtyard.This is my life for now, and I will continue doing what I think is best, but the stakes are too high to act without thinking. There is something afoot in the Imperial Clan, but theres no point trying to unravel whats happening with what little I know. Instead, I should keep doing what Im doing while considering all my options carefully, and maybe make plans to free myself from these shackles of obligation. Right now, the only way I know how to do that is to defeat the Defiled and neutralize the threat they present, so I can finally go home and tell the rest of the Empire to fuck off.All I have to do is end a war against an Enemy that predates the Empire itself. Easy Peasy, right?Chapter Meme
