Chapter 627
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Chapter 627
Though bone tired from the frantic, desperate scramble to retake the outer wall, Yan went against her better judgment and accepted Brigadier Hongjis invitation to join him at the eastern gate, where they waited alongside various other high ranking Officers to receive her husband.
Much as she hated to admit it, it wasnt longing or excitement which brought her here, since Rain and Grandpa Du both understood that a good soldier never passed up an opportunity for sleep, especially not after an entire week of nonstop battles. Though the Defiled preferred to attack at night, the so-called Chosen were more active during the day, resulting in an alternating schedule of conflict which left Yan precious few hours for undisturbed slumber. She envied those soldiers like Kyung, Dastan, Wu Gam, and Sutah who could fall asleep in an instant and doze through an earthquake undisturbed, but even the distant clamour of battle put Yan on full alert, to say nothing of the constant screams of tortured prisoners. She couldnt remember the last time she slept for more than three hours uninterrupted, and while meditation helped soothe her frayed nerves and ease her tired mind, it was no replacement for true sleep.
However, instead of taking advantage of this rare lull in battle, Yan forced herself to bathe, change, and stay awake to greet her husband in front of the entire castle, because it would be expected of her. So much had changed in the last week, and a small part of her still couldnt believe that Falling Rain, her handsome husband and beloved fool, was now Legate of the Outer Provinces. Though she always believed Rain was destined for greatness, he was still a few months shy of turning twenty-one and already held the highest ranking civil and military office outside the Eastern province, so where was he supposed to go from here?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Perhaps it was all some sort of strange joke, arranged by Rains Patron to draw out traitors, rebels, or agitators. Even as Rains ShenMu heartwood carriage rolled in through the gates, Yan half expected the pretty boy Shen ZhenWu to step out from its confines to surprise them all with a joke, because this carriage, beautiful as it was, simply didnt feel like something a high-ranking Imperial Official should ride in. When commissioning a carriage for Grandpa Du, she compiled a detailed list of the most important moments in his career, from his unexpected, mid-combat Condensation of Aura, the stunning reveal of his Natal Palace after the Black Scarf Rebellion, to his Awakening to the Blessing of Wind on the summit of Wutai mountains. Even his battle with the Butcher of KunLun was included, alongside his rise as a Great Teacher in the wake of his crippling, and true to his talent, Charok depicted each and every scene in elaborate, lifelike detail. The first time she saw the finished carriage, those marvellous scenes almost came to life and made her feel like she was there watching his glorious career unfold before her very eyes, an epic tale of an Imperial Hero and Living Legend, her adoptive grandfather, Du Min Gyu.
Now that was a carriage befitting of an Imperial Official, a stately work of art which depicted those greatest of accomplishments. Rains carriage was also a beautiful work of art, perhaps even more so than Grandpa Dus since Charok had living models to work with instead of basing everything off of transcribed, second-hand accounts and the poetic imaginings of playwrights, but that was where the similarities ended. The first thing everyone noticed was the realistic depiction of the Guardian Turtle which served as the roof, standing there with four, staunch legs bent to keep her belly low to the ground and beaked mouth opened wide in clear warning. This wasnt so bad, and perhaps was even the most majestic part of the carriage, a dynamic creature of divine power portrayed in all her glory, except the entire effect was ruined by the fact that said Divine Turtle was currently hanging out the window, with her eyes wide and mouth agape while gawking at the gathered soldiers.
Gone was the hulking beast of yesteryear known only as the Guardian Turtle of Ping Yao, and in her place was a darling, diminutive creature who responded to Ping Ping and looked too adorable to be afraid of. Though still recognizable as the same species of turtle (alligator snapping, according to Rain), the new Ping Ping was far smoother, rounder, and cuter than her previous, admittedly fearsome self. Overall, Yan loved the change, since the sweet turtles appearance now matched her loving demeanour, but it made her look less like a Divine Beast and more like a show animal, one bred and raised for pure aesthetic value. There was no arguing that Ping Ping wasnt a Divine Turtle, not after so many soldiers and officers saw her drive the Bristleboar Divinity away, but her new appearance didnt inspire the same majesty and wonder as her previous form, which had been raised as a symbol of the Mothers grace and power.
Luckily for Ping Ping, no one knew what a true Divine Beast was supposed to look like, so there was no basis for comparison, but poor Rain would undoubtedly be compared to his patron and come up woefully short. Though she loved him with all her heart, Yan had to admit her husband was no match for the painfully perfect Shen ZhenWu, with his broad shoulders, chiselled features, and well-defined cheekbones. Rain was handsome, pleasing to the eye, and more or less cut in the same shape, but Shen ZhenWu was a sculpted masterpiece with the ability to look regal and imposing no matter the situation. It wasnt that Yan dreamed of trading Rain for Shen ZhenWu, but objectively, it was clear the latter was physically more attractive than the former, which matters in ways which had almost nothing to do with sexuality. People trusted attractive people, because the Defiled were clearly ugly, so for this reason, she believed Rain had his work cut out for him if he wanted to fill the boots of his office. As far as she could tell, everyone respected Shen ZhenWu and saw him as the hero whod come to save the outer-provinces, while Rain... was Rain. No matter how spectacular his accomplishments might be, it wasnt easy to look up to him, and not because of his height. Well, that was part of the issue, since heroes were supposed to be larger than life and tall enough to hold up the Heavens, but even at his best, Rain was a short, slender, boyish youth with an admittedly vacant expression most of the time. Add in the fact that everyone now knew hed once been a tormented slave, and Rain fell far short of the mysterious and powerful Imperial Scion.
It didnt matter that he had a lion-mounted Death Corps guard to escort him. How could Rain be Legate if no one respected him? Even if he did everything right, people were still likely to disparage and denigrate him on appearance alone. With so many disadvantages already working against him, Yan believed Rain had erred in riding this carriage here, because it presented the wrong image. It might have worked if Ping Ping still retained her formidable size and appearance, but now, all Yan could see were the beautifully carved animals festooned across every surface, which certainly suited Rains tastes and personality, but was far from inspiring, much like Rain himself. She loved the likenesses of Banjo and Baloo standing on their hind legs at the back of the carriage, and the realistic bust of sweet Sarankho sitting on her haunches which served as the figurehead. Jimjam and Aurie looked adorably playful, carved as they were on the carriage doors, and seeing so many quins, rabbits, laughing birds, and other animals scattered about put a smile on her face, as Charok had gone into painstaking detail to show them in various states of harmless, carefree happiness.
But at the end of the day, it did not look like the vehicle of a powerful official, and while appearances werent everything, it went a long way in first impressions.
As the carriage pulled up to a stop and the doors swung open, Yan watched the crowd with bated breath, worried they might react poorly to seeing their Legate step out barefoot with clothes and hair in disarray. To her surprise, there were no hidden smirks or incredulous stares, no angry glowers or hateful sneers, and when she turned her attention back to the carriage, she almost gasped in shock for the shabbily dressed husband she expected to find was nowhere in sight. In his place was a regal young Warrior clad in ornate golden armour, his helmet hanging from his belt and long hair pulled back in a neatly coiffed style. An unadorned steel sword hung from his belt, as did a serviceable knife, but otherwise, he carried no other obvious weapons as his arms were occupied with holding the Divine Turtle in one and Mama Bun in the other. The animals conveniently covered up the Liang character on his chest as he marched up to Brigadier Hongji, who received him with a Martial salute before stiffly falling to his knees for a bow. Everyone else in the courtyard, Yan included, followed suit as Hongji intoned, This servant greets Legate Falling Rain. There was just enough Chi into his words for them to echo off the courtyard walls and leave the rest of the castle undisturbed, but it was clear where the Brigadier stood, firmly in Falling Rains camp. Castle JiangHu is yours to command.
Rise, good friend. Everyone, please rise. Although not augmented with Chi, Rains soft-spoken voice was teeming with warmth and clearly heard by every Martial Warrior in the courtyard. More than one soldier straightened up with pride at the familiar greeting, because while Rain might not be the awe-inspiring Legate Shen ZhenWu was, he was still the highest Official in all the lands, and Brigadier Hongji was much beloved by the soldiers serving under his command. To hear the Legate call their commander friend was certainly something to boast about, or at least it would be if Rain refrained from calling everyone his friend, as he was wont to do. Brigadier Hongji, you and your soldiers have done well to hold this long, a valiant effort from you all, and I will not have brave heroes of the Empire kneeling for me, nor do I see any reason to change things up. Command of the castle is yours Brigadier, and I, Legate Falling Rain, request permission to enter.
...Permission granted.
Yan wasnt sure if this was the right move, since doing so eroded his already shaky authority, and it was clear from his hesitant tone that Hongji wasnt certain either, but the soldiers around them seemed to appreciate the gesture, empty though it might be. A Legate still outranked a Brigadier, not to mention the two Lieutenant Generals whod come with Rain, Akanai whose timely arrival kept the entire castle from being overrun by Demons and Peak Experts, and Grandpa Du who was currently shuffling off the carriage with one hand resting on Lin-Lins shoulder, no doubt to keep her from hopping onto Rains back as she so often did. Catching her eye, Grandpa Dus weathered features broke out into a cheery smile, one which radiated pride as it moved between Yan and Kyung standing beside her. As soon as the formalities were over with and the escorting soldiers dismissed, Yan tactfully moved past Rain to embrace Grandpa and Lin-Lin. Im so glad to see you both, she said, though in truth, she was a little surprised to see Lin-Lin here, since Rain was so overprotective of her.
And I am glad to see you. Stroking her hair with a warm, tender smile, Grandpa held her tight for several seconds before breaking the embrace. Ive some teachings to pass onto you later, ones shared by your clever husband no less, but that can wait until later. Go on, if you keep him waiting any longer, I may find myself no longer welcome in his home. Now wheres my grandson? he asked, pretending he couldnt see Kyung standing right before him, if only to make the half-cat acknowledge the connection. Much like his half-sister, Kyung was utterly unreadable even at the best of times, but seeing him timidly step up as if afraid Grandpa Du was talking about some other grandson was both adorable and heart-wrenching to behold. Linking arms with Lin-Lin, Yan left Grandpa to his cheerful reunion and enthusiastic retelling of Kyungs accomplishments to escort the impatient half-hare to Rains side, where she took Mama Bun away to let Rain greet Yan properly.
Hello wife, he said, flashing his oh-so-charming smile while slipping his arm snugly around her waist, which combined with his longing gaze forced Yan to rethink her earlier stance on how Shen ZhenWu was the more attractive of the two. I missed you.
Missed you too. Hugging him harder than intended, she squeezed his armour tight until she heard him draw a sharp breath. Sorry for leaving when I did, but we didnt know... How long it would take before he woke up again, or if he would wake at all. The Medical Saint couldnt even hazard a guess, only stating that Rain was in good health and in no danger of dying anytime soon, which was the only reason Yan left him to defend the front lines. That went poorly, with the front lines abandoned and the second-lines struggling to hold, and though she hated to even think it, she was even more worried with Rain in control. He was no tactical genius with decades of experience commanding multiple armies in the field, he was just a silly, brilliant, lovable man who was in far over his head and never afraid to admit it. She still remembered their time together after the Society Contests but before his duel at the wall, when he almost lost himself to grief and hatred after stumbling upon the burnt, gristly remains of an unfortunate village. It was an understandable mistake, but one a more experienced Martial Warrior would have never made, and while he eventually recovered from it, Yan feared the Empire might not survive the first of Rains mistakes as Legate.
Which of course begged the question: why was he here?
Unfortunately for Yan, Rain was getting good at reading expressions, and he could see the question burning behind her gaze. Nothing to apologize for, he said with a wink, following up with a scandalous kiss to her cheek, as bold and brazen as ever. And keep that in mind, because as happy as I am to see you, I didnt come all this way just to hold you in my arms. Gesturing for Hongji to proceed into the castle, Rain said, Come now. Theres work to be done, but well talk more once were in private.
Turning to follow the Brigadier, Rain stopped at the sound of Lin-Lins voice. Hubby, I think youre forgetting something, ya? Barely able to conceal her smile, she glanced back at the carriage before fluttering her eyes at Rain, the very picture of innocence as she held fluffy white Mama Bun in her arms, adorably swaddled in Lin-Lins ever present white silk scarf. Something reallllly important to someone here?
Ah. Right. Here Yan, could you hold her? Handing over Ping Ping before she could refuse, Rain dumped the Divine Turtle into Yans arms and returned to the carriage as she stood frozen in shock. Her first thought was Dont drop the Divine Turtle, and the second was I hope she doesnt bite me, but the sweet girl favoured Yan with a bright turtle smile and a squeak. This was their first real meeting in her new form, but Ping Pings greeting and Rains implicit trust meant the Divine Turtle was utterly unruffled over being left in Yans arms, though she did squirm about a fair bit in protest over being held out like a platter. Instinctively drawing the turtle close, Yan carried her the same way Rain had, with their bellies pressed together and Ping Pings shell facing forward. In response, the Divine Turtle clung tight and nuzzled her affectionately before sending a small burst of loving Aura surging through Yans body, proving once and for all that she was still the same sweet, gentle giant who nuzzled her oh so carefully back when they first met.
Saying nothing, Rain held her a little tighter as they made their way back to her room, but as they drew closer, he grew more distracted with each passing step. Sweet Ping Ping also showed signs of agitation, squirming in Yans embrace to glare at the western walls in obvious concern. Eventually, Rain just stopped in place and closed his eyes, tilting his head as if straining to hear something far away. ...Do you hear screaming?
It was always jarring to be reminded of it, as Yan had gotten so used to the tortured howls she tuned them out without even thinking, because there was no other way she could survive with her sanity intact. Lacking the enhanced hearing of a Martial Warrior, Rain was only just hearing it now as they neared the inner wall, but Yan could hear them from all the way back in the command centre. Yes, she replied, deciding that blunt and honest was the best way to proceed. The Defiled are torturing Imperial prisoners just out of bow range. It never stops.
The effect was instantaneous as his eyes ignited in anger, and Yan hadnt even told him the worst of it. Even then, he took the time to wordlessly ask if she wanted to go rest, but she opted to go with him instead. A part of her wanted to tell him to stay away from the outer wall, because there was nothing he could do to change things, and he would inevitably blame himself for being powerless, but she knew it would be as pointless as asking the sun not to rise. Rain was not someone who could turn a blind eye to suffering, else he would not be the man she loved and married, so she would support him through this as best she could, even if it meant suffering beside him.
The trek to the outer wall was long and arduous, with the screams growing louder with every step. Somewhere along the way, his Death Corps escort doubled, then doubled again just to be safe, though safety was in short supply here in Castle JiangHu. Trembling in her arms, Ping Ping emitted a quiet, mournful squeak which broke Yans heart, and even passing her to Rain didnt do anything to raise the sweet girls spirits, but he was adamant to see the atrocities for himself. As they marched up the stairs behind the dark-armoured form of the Death Corps, Yan studied Rain closely to see how he was doing, but there was little more to his expression than anger and dread. Wholly understandable given their circumstances, but he was also not sweating or out of breath despite the long trek and brisk pace. Stairs almost always slowed him down, to the point where he never stopped complaining about them, but here and now, he took them two at a time with ease when even Yan felt the strain in her calves.
In the first letter Rain sent after waking from his coma, he told her that his Core was still shattered and he wasnt a Martial Warrior again, but seeing him here and now, Yan wasnt so sure this was true. Then again, endurance had always been his best trait, and his hearing most certainly hadnt recovered, so maybe it was just anger and determination driving him forward, and she was simply tricking herself into seeing clues that werent really there.
Then, as he emerged from the outer wall, he took one look at the horrific tableau across the field, and uttered a single word which shook her to the Core. Stop!
That was all he said, but all of a sudden, Yan couldnt do anything to deny him, even though she had no idea what he was saying no to. Following his wide-eyed gaze, she glanced out over the battlefield and saw one particular pair of Imperial prisoners standing directly in front of them, but over two kilometres away, one a victim strapped down to the stone plank and the other an accomplice with crude hammer in hand. The latter had his weapon raised and ready to strike, but somehow, Rain had not only seen them with mortal eyes, but also projected his voice across this vast distance to interrupt this detestable act. From this far away, Yan could barely make out more than the general outline of things, but she noticed that the ever-present screams which were magnified for all to hear, had finally fallen silent.
All because of Rain.
There was no other explanation Yan could come up with, but according to his letters, there were powers at work which no one understood, including this mysterious gift of Oration. He couldnt control it, but it just happened in times of high emotion, and she couldnt imagine a scenario more evocative than this. There they were, two Imperial citizens, with one about to torture the other simply to avoid the same fate, a sick, twisted game played by the Enemy and put on full display for the defenders of Castle JiangHu. To Yan and the others whod been here for days, this had simply become part and parcel of their horrific world, but Rain was just getting his first taste, and she feared he would not take it well.
Slowly scanning the horizon with a pained expression, Rain took in the abominable cruelty before him without blinking. Everything he needed to know about what the Defiled were doing was laid out in plain sight, with almost a thousand Imperials frozen in various states of injury or complicity. Somehow, Yan felt like Rain could see more than even she could, his eyes taking in every grisly, appalling detail and still continuing to look for more, all out of a misguided sense of empathy and self-sacrifice, as if his pain could somehow make things better for those suffering across from him. It put her in mind of the boy who almost got Rain killed back in Shen Huo, Dugu Ren. Found guilty of his heinous crimes, Ren was sentenced to death by torture, but Rain took pity on him and cut Rens throat himself, which Yan only learned after the fact. Even if he didnt agree with torture, why did Rain have to torture himself by killing the man? He took no pleasure in killing, that much was obvious, so why didnt he just... speak on Rens behalf, or ask Akanai to end his suffering rather than handle it himself?
Rain was a good man, but if he tried to blame himself for the suffering which took place here, then Yan was powerless to help him.
To be human, is to choose. Speaking to the prisoners across the field, Rain launched into a speech which sent a shiver down Yans spine, able to feel the power in his words yet incapable of defining it. Unlike the wolf or sheep, we humans have the freedom of choice. We can choose to be little better than beasts, to murder, rape, and pillage without care for the consequences, but most of us choose to rise above our primal urges. We can choose to lie and steal, but most choose to be honest and forthright. Some of us choose to be loving parents, caring siblings, or filial offspring, and others choose differently, but at the end of the day, we always have a choice.
Pushing past his Death Corps guards, Rain stood at the parapets with the Divine Turtle in his embrace, patting the sweet creatures head to soothe her fears away. Thus, to take away another persons ability to choose is one of the most monstrous things we can do, for in doing so, it renders both parties as little more than beasts, when we humans have the potential for so much more. Even now, in the dire circumstances you find yourselves in, you prisoners have a choice. Perhaps it is not much of one, but it is a choice nonetheless. Will you choose to be less than human? The Defiled have made that choice, and now they would force it upon all of you. Some of you have refused, and now you lie broken and dying, while others have passed into the warm embrace of the Mother, but hear me: do not give in to despair. Where there is life, there is hope, and while I cannot promise to march out and rescue you, know that your pain is fleeting and life impermanent, but the choices you make will have lasting consequences. All you who lie there awaiting death, know that you have chosen to be human, to be better than what the Enemy desires us to be, and for this, you have my utmost respect and admiration. Narrowing his eyes, Rains voice took on a harsh tone as he addressed the accomplices, though how Yan could tell, she wasnt entirely sure. As for those who choose to inflict pain on your fellow prisoners in order to escape that same pain yourselves, know that the consequences for your actions will come sooner rather than later. Lie all you want about how you have no choice and your hands have been forced, but at the end of it all, you have chosen to inflict upon your fellow man that which you would not have inflicted upon yourself. Repent now and turn back before you are too far gone. You still have the ability to make your own choices. Do not let the Enemy take this away.
For long seconds, nothing happened, and every prisoner, Defiled, and free Imperial stood rooted in silence, until one man broke the spell. Yan couldnt even tell who it was, but she heard a tormented sob echo out into the night, followed by countless others which took up the cry as almost every hammer-wielding accomplice on the field turned their weapon upon their captors. As much as Yan wanted to see those poor prisoners fight their way free, this minor rebellion had little to no effect on the overall situation, as they were beaten and tossed aside with laughable ease. New prisoners were brought in to finish what the others started, and perhaps it was Yans imagination, but she felt like most refused to take up a weapon or turned it against their captors. Then, one enterprising fellow took up his hammer and used it to free his intended victim from his suffering, only to be viciously beaten and strapped to the plank in his victims stead.
Prisoners continued to die in droves, but tortured screams no longer rang out in a constant symphony of suffering. Instead, defiant roars filled Yans ears as the prisoners found courage from Rains words and chose to be better than their captors. A difficult choice considering their circumstances, but it was the only choice they could make, and one many made proudly. It was still horrific, but also inspiring in a way, for Yan hoped she too would have the courage to follow suit if she were ever caught in their position.
Having fallen silent after saying his piece, Rain stood and watched it all unfold, as one hero after another consigned themselves to death through torture by defying their Defiled wardens. Soon, the prisoner camps rioted and the Defiled responded with force, but no matter how many times those prisoners were beaten down, another group always found it in themselves to rise up. Within the hour, the Defiled camp was in disarray as they dealt with the prisoners harshly, but no matter what they tried, only a handful of prisoners cared to take up the role of accomplice from thereon forward, whereas before, it was closer to a fifty-fifty split.
Eventually, Yan convinced Rain to leave and brought him back to his quarters, a stately set of suites where Song and Lin-Lin were already set up. Without saying a word, he went in and curled up with his wildcats, bears, and bunnies, reflecting on what hed seen and lingering on the pain it caused. If Mila were here, shed make Rain understand why his pain was illogical, while Lin-Lin would somehow put a smile on his face, and Luo-Luo would help him work the problem until it no longer plagued them, but Yan had none of their gifts. All she could do was hold him close as he cried himself to sleep, wishing she could do something, anything to help ease his pain and lament at how nothing had changed. Rain was Legate now, but she was powerless to help him, just as useless as that inexperienced cadet who served alongside him in their first campaign against the Defiled.
When she left with Grandpa Du, Yan thought she would return the worldly hero, but man proposes, and Heaven disposes. Not that she cared anymore. She had her heroic husband, and she would endeavour to become a woman and Warrior able to stand at his side and help shoulder his burdens.
Stroking his hair as she held him close, Yan thought back to his decorated carriage, and decided it was a carriage befitting an Imperial Official after all, by virtue of it suiting Rain, who was the highest Official in all the outer provinces, and an admirable one to boot. Grandpa Du lived for war and battle, his life wholly devoted to the Martial Path, so it made sense for his carriage to display his accomplishments, but while Rain was talented to the extreme, he didnt care for war or what it wrought. If he had things his way and was smart enough to follow his heart, he would never set foot on another battlefield again, and instead dedicate himself to bettering the lives of everyone around him, but the Mother demanded much of Her Chosen Son, so here he was to fulfill his duty and obligation. That was his choice, to do whatever he could to help win them this war, even though it pained him greatly to do so. Oh her poor, sweet husband. All he wanted was to be left alone to raise his pets, but even this was too much to ask for. Perhaps someday, he would be free to follow his dreams, but until such a time, he would have to settle for being a mere beleaguered, Legate.
Such was life, trials and tribulations without end, but alas, some trials were not meant to be survived.
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Chapter 627
Though bone tired from the frantic, desperate scramble to retake the outer wall, Yan went against her better judgment and accepted Brigadier Hongjis invitation to join him at the eastern gate, where they waited alongside various other high ranking Officers to receive her husband.
Much as she hated to admit it, it wasnt longing or excitement which brought her here, since Rain and Grandpa Du both understood that a good soldier never passed up an opportunity for sleep, especially not after an entire week of nonstop battles. Though the Defiled preferred to attack at night, the so-called Chosen were more active during the day, resulting in an alternating schedule of conflict which left Yan precious few hours for undisturbed slumber. She envied those soldiers like Kyung, Dastan, Wu Gam, and Sutah who could fall asleep in an instant and doze through an earthquake undisturbed, but even the distant clamour of battle put Yan on full alert, to say nothing of the constant screams of tortured prisoners. She couldnt remember the last time she slept for more than three hours uninterrupted, and while meditation helped soothe her frayed nerves and ease her tired mind, it was no replacement for true sleep.
However, instead of taking advantage of this rare lull in battle, Yan forced herself to bathe, change, and stay awake to greet her husband in front of the entire castle, because it would be expected of her. So much had changed in the last week, and a small part of her still couldnt believe that Falling Rain, her handsome husband and beloved fool, was now Legate of the Outer Provinces. Though she always believed Rain was destined for greatness, he was still a few months shy of turning twenty-one and already held the highest ranking civil and military office outside the Eastern province, so where was he supposed to go from here?This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
Perhaps it was all some sort of strange joke, arranged by Rains Patron to draw out traitors, rebels, or agitators. Even as Rains ShenMu heartwood carriage rolled in through the gates, Yan half expected the pretty boy Shen ZhenWu to step out from its confines to surprise them all with a joke, because this carriage, beautiful as it was, simply didnt feel like something a high-ranking Imperial Official should ride in. When commissioning a carriage for Grandpa Du, she compiled a detailed list of the most important moments in his career, from his unexpected, mid-combat Condensation of Aura, the stunning reveal of his Natal Palace after the Black Scarf Rebellion, to his Awakening to the Blessing of Wind on the summit of Wutai mountains. Even his battle with the Butcher of KunLun was included, alongside his rise as a Great Teacher in the wake of his crippling, and true to his talent, Charok depicted each and every scene in elaborate, lifelike detail. The first time she saw the finished carriage, those marvellous scenes almost came to life and made her feel like she was there watching his glorious career unfold before her very eyes, an epic tale of an Imperial Hero and Living Legend, her adoptive grandfather, Du Min Gyu.
Now that was a carriage befitting of an Imperial Official, a stately work of art which depicted those greatest of accomplishments. Rains carriage was also a beautiful work of art, perhaps even more so than Grandpa Dus since Charok had living models to work with instead of basing everything off of transcribed, second-hand accounts and the poetic imaginings of playwrights, but that was where the similarities ended. The first thing everyone noticed was the realistic depiction of the Guardian Turtle which served as the roof, standing there with four, staunch legs bent to keep her belly low to the ground and beaked mouth opened wide in clear warning. This wasnt so bad, and perhaps was even the most majestic part of the carriage, a dynamic creature of divine power portrayed in all her glory, except the entire effect was ruined by the fact that said Divine Turtle was currently hanging out the window, with her eyes wide and mouth agape while gawking at the gathered soldiers.
Gone was the hulking beast of yesteryear known only as the Guardian Turtle of Ping Yao, and in her place was a darling, diminutive creature who responded to Ping Ping and looked too adorable to be afraid of. Though still recognizable as the same species of turtle (alligator snapping, according to Rain), the new Ping Ping was far smoother, rounder, and cuter than her previous, admittedly fearsome self. Overall, Yan loved the change, since the sweet turtles appearance now matched her loving demeanour, but it made her look less like a Divine Beast and more like a show animal, one bred and raised for pure aesthetic value. There was no arguing that Ping Ping wasnt a Divine Turtle, not after so many soldiers and officers saw her drive the Bristleboar Divinity away, but her new appearance didnt inspire the same majesty and wonder as her previous form, which had been raised as a symbol of the Mothers grace and power.
Luckily for Ping Ping, no one knew what a true Divine Beast was supposed to look like, so there was no basis for comparison, but poor Rain would undoubtedly be compared to his patron and come up woefully short. Though she loved him with all her heart, Yan had to admit her husband was no match for the painfully perfect Shen ZhenWu, with his broad shoulders, chiselled features, and well-defined cheekbones. Rain was handsome, pleasing to the eye, and more or less cut in the same shape, but Shen ZhenWu was a sculpted masterpiece with the ability to look regal and imposing no matter the situation. It wasnt that Yan dreamed of trading Rain for Shen ZhenWu, but objectively, it was clear the latter was physically more attractive than the former, which matters in ways which had almost nothing to do with sexuality. People trusted attractive people, because the Defiled were clearly ugly, so for this reason, she believed Rain had his work cut out for him if he wanted to fill the boots of his office. As far as she could tell, everyone respected Shen ZhenWu and saw him as the hero whod come to save the outer-provinces, while Rain... was Rain. No matter how spectacular his accomplishments might be, it wasnt easy to look up to him, and not because of his height. Well, that was part of the issue, since heroes were supposed to be larger than life and tall enough to hold up the Heavens, but even at his best, Rain was a short, slender, boyish youth with an admittedly vacant expression most of the time. Add in the fact that everyone now knew hed once been a tormented slave, and Rain fell far short of the mysterious and powerful Imperial Scion.
It didnt matter that he had a lion-mounted Death Corps guard to escort him. How could Rain be Legate if no one respected him? Even if he did everything right, people were still likely to disparage and denigrate him on appearance alone. With so many disadvantages already working against him, Yan believed Rain had erred in riding this carriage here, because it presented the wrong image. It might have worked if Ping Ping still retained her formidable size and appearance, but now, all Yan could see were the beautifully carved animals festooned across every surface, which certainly suited Rains tastes and personality, but was far from inspiring, much like Rain himself. She loved the likenesses of Banjo and Baloo standing on their hind legs at the back of the carriage, and the realistic bust of sweet Sarankho sitting on her haunches which served as the figurehead. Jimjam and Aurie looked adorably playful, carved as they were on the carriage doors, and seeing so many quins, rabbits, laughing birds, and other animals scattered about put a smile on her face, as Charok had gone into painstaking detail to show them in various states of harmless, carefree happiness.
But at the end of the day, it did not look like the vehicle of a powerful official, and while appearances werent everything, it went a long way in first impressions.
As the carriage pulled up to a stop and the doors swung open, Yan watched the crowd with bated breath, worried they might react poorly to seeing their Legate step out barefoot with clothes and hair in disarray. To her surprise, there were no hidden smirks or incredulous stares, no angry glowers or hateful sneers, and when she turned her attention back to the carriage, she almost gasped in shock for the shabbily dressed husband she expected to find was nowhere in sight. In his place was a regal young Warrior clad in ornate golden armour, his helmet hanging from his belt and long hair pulled back in a neatly coiffed style. An unadorned steel sword hung from his belt, as did a serviceable knife, but otherwise, he carried no other obvious weapons as his arms were occupied with holding the Divine Turtle in one and Mama Bun in the other. The animals conveniently covered up the Liang character on his chest as he marched up to Brigadier Hongji, who received him with a Martial salute before stiffly falling to his knees for a bow. Everyone else in the courtyard, Yan included, followed suit as Hongji intoned, This servant greets Legate Falling Rain. There was just enough Chi into his words for them to echo off the courtyard walls and leave the rest of the castle undisturbed, but it was clear where the Brigadier stood, firmly in Falling Rains camp. Castle JiangHu is yours to command.
Rise, good friend. Everyone, please rise. Although not augmented with Chi, Rains soft-spoken voice was teeming with warmth and clearly heard by every Martial Warrior in the courtyard. More than one soldier straightened up with pride at the familiar greeting, because while Rain might not be the awe-inspiring Legate Shen ZhenWu was, he was still the highest Official in all the lands, and Brigadier Hongji was much beloved by the soldiers serving under his command. To hear the Legate call their commander friend was certainly something to boast about, or at least it would be if Rain refrained from calling everyone his friend, as he was wont to do. Brigadier Hongji, you and your soldiers have done well to hold this long, a valiant effort from you all, and I will not have brave heroes of the Empire kneeling for me, nor do I see any reason to change things up. Command of the castle is yours Brigadier, and I, Legate Falling Rain, request permission to enter.
...Permission granted.
Yan wasnt sure if this was the right move, since doing so eroded his already shaky authority, and it was clear from his hesitant tone that Hongji wasnt certain either, but the soldiers around them seemed to appreciate the gesture, empty though it might be. A Legate still outranked a Brigadier, not to mention the two Lieutenant Generals whod come with Rain, Akanai whose timely arrival kept the entire castle from being overrun by Demons and Peak Experts, and Grandpa Du who was currently shuffling off the carriage with one hand resting on Lin-Lins shoulder, no doubt to keep her from hopping onto Rains back as she so often did. Catching her eye, Grandpa Dus weathered features broke out into a cheery smile, one which radiated pride as it moved between Yan and Kyung standing beside her. As soon as the formalities were over with and the escorting soldiers dismissed, Yan tactfully moved past Rain to embrace Grandpa and Lin-Lin. Im so glad to see you both, she said, though in truth, she was a little surprised to see Lin-Lin here, since Rain was so overprotective of her.
And I am glad to see you. Stroking her hair with a warm, tender smile, Grandpa held her tight for several seconds before breaking the embrace. Ive some teachings to pass onto you later, ones shared by your clever husband no less, but that can wait until later. Go on, if you keep him waiting any longer, I may find myself no longer welcome in his home. Now wheres my grandson? he asked, pretending he couldnt see Kyung standing right before him, if only to make the half-cat acknowledge the connection. Much like his half-sister, Kyung was utterly unreadable even at the best of times, but seeing him timidly step up as if afraid Grandpa Du was talking about some other grandson was both adorable and heart-wrenching to behold. Linking arms with Lin-Lin, Yan left Grandpa to his cheerful reunion and enthusiastic retelling of Kyungs accomplishments to escort the impatient half-hare to Rains side, where she took Mama Bun away to let Rain greet Yan properly.
Hello wife, he said, flashing his oh-so-charming smile while slipping his arm snugly around her waist, which combined with his longing gaze forced Yan to rethink her earlier stance on how Shen ZhenWu was the more attractive of the two. I missed you.
Missed you too. Hugging him harder than intended, she squeezed his armour tight until she heard him draw a sharp breath. Sorry for leaving when I did, but we didnt know... How long it would take before he woke up again, or if he would wake at all. The Medical Saint couldnt even hazard a guess, only stating that Rain was in good health and in no danger of dying anytime soon, which was the only reason Yan left him to defend the front lines. That went poorly, with the front lines abandoned and the second-lines struggling to hold, and though she hated to even think it, she was even more worried with Rain in control. He was no tactical genius with decades of experience commanding multiple armies in the field, he was just a silly, brilliant, lovable man who was in far over his head and never afraid to admit it. She still remembered their time together after the Society Contests but before his duel at the wall, when he almost lost himself to grief and hatred after stumbling upon the burnt, gristly remains of an unfortunate village. It was an understandable mistake, but one a more experienced Martial Warrior would have never made, and while he eventually recovered from it, Yan feared the Empire might not survive the first of Rains mistakes as Legate.
Which of course begged the question: why was he here?
Unfortunately for Yan, Rain was getting good at reading expressions, and he could see the question burning behind her gaze. Nothing to apologize for, he said with a wink, following up with a scandalous kiss to her cheek, as bold and brazen as ever. And keep that in mind, because as happy as I am to see you, I didnt come all this way just to hold you in my arms. Gesturing for Hongji to proceed into the castle, Rain said, Come now. Theres work to be done, but well talk more once were in private.
Turning to follow the Brigadier, Rain stopped at the sound of Lin-Lins voice. Hubby, I think youre forgetting something, ya? Barely able to conceal her smile, she glanced back at the carriage before fluttering her eyes at Rain, the very picture of innocence as she held fluffy white Mama Bun in her arms, adorably swaddled in Lin-Lins ever present white silk scarf. Something reallllly important to someone here?
Ah. Right. Here Yan, could you hold her? Handing over Ping Ping before she could refuse, Rain dumped the Divine Turtle into Yans arms and returned to the carriage as she stood frozen in shock. Her first thought was Dont drop the Divine Turtle, and the second was I hope she doesnt bite me, but the sweet girl favoured Yan with a bright turtle smile and a squeak. This was their first real meeting in her new form, but Ping Pings greeting and Rains implicit trust meant the Divine Turtle was utterly unruffled over being left in Yans arms, though she did squirm about a fair bit in protest over being held out like a platter. Instinctively drawing the turtle close, Yan carried her the same way Rain had, with their bellies pressed together and Ping Pings shell facing forward. In response, the Divine Turtle clung tight and nuzzled her affectionately before sending a small burst of loving Aura surging through Yans body, proving once and for all that she was still the same sweet, gentle giant who nuzzled her oh so carefully back when they first met.
Saying nothing, Rain held her a little tighter as they made their way back to her room, but as they drew closer, he grew more distracted with each passing step. Sweet Ping Ping also showed signs of agitation, squirming in Yans embrace to glare at the western walls in obvious concern. Eventually, Rain just stopped in place and closed his eyes, tilting his head as if straining to hear something far away. ...Do you hear screaming?
It was always jarring to be reminded of it, as Yan had gotten so used to the tortured howls she tuned them out without even thinking, because there was no other way she could survive with her sanity intact. Lacking the enhanced hearing of a Martial Warrior, Rain was only just hearing it now as they neared the inner wall, but Yan could hear them from all the way back in the command centre. Yes, she replied, deciding that blunt and honest was the best way to proceed. The Defiled are torturing Imperial prisoners just out of bow range. It never stops.
The effect was instantaneous as his eyes ignited in anger, and Yan hadnt even told him the worst of it. Even then, he took the time to wordlessly ask if she wanted to go rest, but she opted to go with him instead. A part of her wanted to tell him to stay away from the outer wall, because there was nothing he could do to change things, and he would inevitably blame himself for being powerless, but she knew it would be as pointless as asking the sun not to rise. Rain was not someone who could turn a blind eye to suffering, else he would not be the man she loved and married, so she would support him through this as best she could, even if it meant suffering beside him.
The trek to the outer wall was long and arduous, with the screams growing louder with every step. Somewhere along the way, his Death Corps escort doubled, then doubled again just to be safe, though safety was in short supply here in Castle JiangHu. Trembling in her arms, Ping Ping emitted a quiet, mournful squeak which broke Yans heart, and even passing her to Rain didnt do anything to raise the sweet girls spirits, but he was adamant to see the atrocities for himself. As they marched up the stairs behind the dark-armoured form of the Death Corps, Yan studied Rain closely to see how he was doing, but there was little more to his expression than anger and dread. Wholly understandable given their circumstances, but he was also not sweating or out of breath despite the long trek and brisk pace. Stairs almost always slowed him down, to the point where he never stopped complaining about them, but here and now, he took them two at a time with ease when even Yan felt the strain in her calves.
In the first letter Rain sent after waking from his coma, he told her that his Core was still shattered and he wasnt a Martial Warrior again, but seeing him here and now, Yan wasnt so sure this was true. Then again, endurance had always been his best trait, and his hearing most certainly hadnt recovered, so maybe it was just anger and determination driving him forward, and she was simply tricking herself into seeing clues that werent really there.
Then, as he emerged from the outer wall, he took one look at the horrific tableau across the field, and uttered a single word which shook her to the Core. Stop!
That was all he said, but all of a sudden, Yan couldnt do anything to deny him, even though she had no idea what he was saying no to. Following his wide-eyed gaze, she glanced out over the battlefield and saw one particular pair of Imperial prisoners standing directly in front of them, but over two kilometres away, one a victim strapped down to the stone plank and the other an accomplice with crude hammer in hand. The latter had his weapon raised and ready to strike, but somehow, Rain had not only seen them with mortal eyes, but also projected his voice across this vast distance to interrupt this detestable act. From this far away, Yan could barely make out more than the general outline of things, but she noticed that the ever-present screams which were magnified for all to hear, had finally fallen silent.
All because of Rain.
There was no other explanation Yan could come up with, but according to his letters, there were powers at work which no one understood, including this mysterious gift of Oration. He couldnt control it, but it just happened in times of high emotion, and she couldnt imagine a scenario more evocative than this. There they were, two Imperial citizens, with one about to torture the other simply to avoid the same fate, a sick, twisted game played by the Enemy and put on full display for the defenders of Castle JiangHu. To Yan and the others whod been here for days, this had simply become part and parcel of their horrific world, but Rain was just getting his first taste, and she feared he would not take it well.
Slowly scanning the horizon with a pained expression, Rain took in the abominable cruelty before him without blinking. Everything he needed to know about what the Defiled were doing was laid out in plain sight, with almost a thousand Imperials frozen in various states of injury or complicity. Somehow, Yan felt like Rain could see more than even she could, his eyes taking in every grisly, appalling detail and still continuing to look for more, all out of a misguided sense of empathy and self-sacrifice, as if his pain could somehow make things better for those suffering across from him. It put her in mind of the boy who almost got Rain killed back in Shen Huo, Dugu Ren. Found guilty of his heinous crimes, Ren was sentenced to death by torture, but Rain took pity on him and cut Rens throat himself, which Yan only learned after the fact. Even if he didnt agree with torture, why did Rain have to torture himself by killing the man? He took no pleasure in killing, that much was obvious, so why didnt he just... speak on Rens behalf, or ask Akanai to end his suffering rather than handle it himself?
Rain was a good man, but if he tried to blame himself for the suffering which took place here, then Yan was powerless to help him.
To be human, is to choose. Speaking to the prisoners across the field, Rain launched into a speech which sent a shiver down Yans spine, able to feel the power in his words yet incapable of defining it. Unlike the wolf or sheep, we humans have the freedom of choice. We can choose to be little better than beasts, to murder, rape, and pillage without care for the consequences, but most of us choose to rise above our primal urges. We can choose to lie and steal, but most choose to be honest and forthright. Some of us choose to be loving parents, caring siblings, or filial offspring, and others choose differently, but at the end of the day, we always have a choice.
Pushing past his Death Corps guards, Rain stood at the parapets with the Divine Turtle in his embrace, patting the sweet creatures head to soothe her fears away. Thus, to take away another persons ability to choose is one of the most monstrous things we can do, for in doing so, it renders both parties as little more than beasts, when we humans have the potential for so much more. Even now, in the dire circumstances you find yourselves in, you prisoners have a choice. Perhaps it is not much of one, but it is a choice nonetheless. Will you choose to be less than human? The Defiled have made that choice, and now they would force it upon all of you. Some of you have refused, and now you lie broken and dying, while others have passed into the warm embrace of the Mother, but hear me: do not give in to despair. Where there is life, there is hope, and while I cannot promise to march out and rescue you, know that your pain is fleeting and life impermanent, but the choices you make will have lasting consequences. All you who lie there awaiting death, know that you have chosen to be human, to be better than what the Enemy desires us to be, and for this, you have my utmost respect and admiration. Narrowing his eyes, Rains voice took on a harsh tone as he addressed the accomplices, though how Yan could tell, she wasnt entirely sure. As for those who choose to inflict pain on your fellow prisoners in order to escape that same pain yourselves, know that the consequences for your actions will come sooner rather than later. Lie all you want about how you have no choice and your hands have been forced, but at the end of it all, you have chosen to inflict upon your fellow man that which you would not have inflicted upon yourself. Repent now and turn back before you are too far gone. You still have the ability to make your own choices. Do not let the Enemy take this away.
For long seconds, nothing happened, and every prisoner, Defiled, and free Imperial stood rooted in silence, until one man broke the spell. Yan couldnt even tell who it was, but she heard a tormented sob echo out into the night, followed by countless others which took up the cry as almost every hammer-wielding accomplice on the field turned their weapon upon their captors. As much as Yan wanted to see those poor prisoners fight their way free, this minor rebellion had little to no effect on the overall situation, as they were beaten and tossed aside with laughable ease. New prisoners were brought in to finish what the others started, and perhaps it was Yans imagination, but she felt like most refused to take up a weapon or turned it against their captors. Then, one enterprising fellow took up his hammer and used it to free his intended victim from his suffering, only to be viciously beaten and strapped to the plank in his victims stead.
Prisoners continued to die in droves, but tortured screams no longer rang out in a constant symphony of suffering. Instead, defiant roars filled Yans ears as the prisoners found courage from Rains words and chose to be better than their captors. A difficult choice considering their circumstances, but it was the only choice they could make, and one many made proudly. It was still horrific, but also inspiring in a way, for Yan hoped she too would have the courage to follow suit if she were ever caught in their position.
Having fallen silent after saying his piece, Rain stood and watched it all unfold, as one hero after another consigned themselves to death through torture by defying their Defiled wardens. Soon, the prisoner camps rioted and the Defiled responded with force, but no matter how many times those prisoners were beaten down, another group always found it in themselves to rise up. Within the hour, the Defiled camp was in disarray as they dealt with the prisoners harshly, but no matter what they tried, only a handful of prisoners cared to take up the role of accomplice from thereon forward, whereas before, it was closer to a fifty-fifty split.
Eventually, Yan convinced Rain to leave and brought him back to his quarters, a stately set of suites where Song and Lin-Lin were already set up. Without saying a word, he went in and curled up with his wildcats, bears, and bunnies, reflecting on what hed seen and lingering on the pain it caused. If Mila were here, shed make Rain understand why his pain was illogical, while Lin-Lin would somehow put a smile on his face, and Luo-Luo would help him work the problem until it no longer plagued them, but Yan had none of their gifts. All she could do was hold him close as he cried himself to sleep, wishing she could do something, anything to help ease his pain and lament at how nothing had changed. Rain was Legate now, but she was powerless to help him, just as useless as that inexperienced cadet who served alongside him in their first campaign against the Defiled.
When she left with Grandpa Du, Yan thought she would return the worldly hero, but man proposes, and Heaven disposes. Not that she cared anymore. She had her heroic husband, and she would endeavour to become a woman and Warrior able to stand at his side and help shoulder his burdens.
Stroking his hair as she held him close, Yan thought back to his decorated carriage, and decided it was a carriage befitting an Imperial Official after all, by virtue of it suiting Rain, who was the highest Official in all the outer provinces, and an admirable one to boot. Grandpa Du lived for war and battle, his life wholly devoted to the Martial Path, so it made sense for his carriage to display his accomplishments, but while Rain was talented to the extreme, he didnt care for war or what it wrought. If he had things his way and was smart enough to follow his heart, he would never set foot on another battlefield again, and instead dedicate himself to bettering the lives of everyone around him, but the Mother demanded much of Her Chosen Son, so here he was to fulfill his duty and obligation. That was his choice, to do whatever he could to help win them this war, even though it pained him greatly to do so. Oh her poor, sweet husband. All he wanted was to be left alone to raise his pets, but even this was too much to ask for. Perhaps someday, he would be free to follow his dreams, but until such a time, he would have to settle for being a mere beleaguered, Legate.
Such was life, trials and tribulations without end, but alas, some trials were not meant to be survived.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 627Though bone tired from the frantic, desperate scramble to retake the outer wall, Yan went against her better judgment and accepted Brigadier Hongjis invitation to join him at the eastern gate, where they waited alongside various other high ranking Officers to receive her husband.Much as she hated to admit it, it wasnt longing or excitement which brought her here, since Rain and Grandpa Du both understood that a good soldier never passed up an opportunity for sleep, especially not after an entire week of nonstop battles. Though the Defiled preferred to attack at night, the so-called Chosen were more active during the day, resulting in an alternating schedule of conflict which left Yan precious few hours for undisturbed slumber. She envied those soldiers like Kyung, Dastan, Wu Gam, and Sutah who could fall asleep in an instant and doze through an earthquake undisturbed, but even the distant clamour of battle put Yan on full alert, to say nothing of the constant screams of tortured prisoners. She couldnt remember the last time she slept for more than three hours uninterrupted, and while meditation helped soothe her frayed nerves and ease her tired mind, it was no replacement for true sleep.However, instead of taking advantage of this rare lull in battle, Yan forced herself to bathe, change, and stay awake to greet her husband in front of the entire castle, because it would be expected of her. So much had changed in the last week, and a small part of her still couldnt believe that Falling Rain, her handsome husband and beloved fool, was now Legate of the Outer Provinces. Though she always believed Rain was destined for greatness, he was still a few months shy of turning twenty-one and already held the highest ranking civil and military office outside the Eastern province, so where was he supposed to go from here?This chapter is updated by novelbiin.comPerhaps it was all some sort of strange joke, arranged by Rains Patron to draw out traitors, rebels, or agitators. Even as Rains ShenMu heartwood carriage rolled in through the gates, Yan half expected the pretty boy Shen ZhenWu to step out from its confines to surprise them all with a joke, because this carriage, beautiful as it was, simply didnt feel like something a high-ranking Imperial Official should ride in. When commissioning a carriage for Grandpa Du, she compiled a detailed list of the most important moments in his career, from his unexpected, mid-combat Condensation of Aura, the stunning reveal of his Natal Palace after the Black Scarf Rebellion, to his Awakening to the Blessing of Wind on the summit of Wutai mountains. Even his battle with the Butcher of KunLun was included, alongside his rise as a Great Teacher in the wake of his crippling, and true to his talent, Charok depicted each and every scene in elaborate, lifelike detail. The first time she saw the finished carriage, those marvellous scenes almost came to life and made her feel like she was there watching his glorious career unfold before her very eyes, an epic tale of an Imperial Hero and Living Legend, her adoptive grandfather, Du Min Gyu.Now that was a carriage befitting of an Imperial Official, a stately work of art which depicted those greatest of accomplishments. Rains carriage was also a beautiful work of art, perhaps even more so than Grandpa Dus since Charok had living models to work with instead of basing everything off of transcribed, second-hand accounts and the poetic imaginings of playwrights, but that was where the similarities ended. The first thing everyone noticed was the realistic depiction of the Guardian Turtle which served as the roof, standing there with four, staunch legs bent to keep her belly low to the ground and beaked mouth opened wide in clear warning. This wasnt so bad, and perhaps was even the most majestic part of the carriage, a dynamic creature of divine power portrayed in all her glory, except the entire effect was ruined by the fact that said Divine Turtle was currently hanging out the window, with her eyes wide and mouth agape while gawking at the gathered soldiers.Gone was the hulking beast of yesteryear known only as the Guardian Turtle of Ping Yao, and in her place was a darling, diminutive creature who responded to Ping Ping and looked too adorable to be afraid of. Though still recognizable as the same species of turtle alligator snapping, according to Rain, the new Ping Ping was far smoother, rounder, and cuter than her previous, admittedly fearsome self. Overall, Yan loved the change, since the sweet turtles appearance now matched her loving demeanour, but it made her look less like a Divine Beast and more like a show animal, one bred and raised for pure aesthetic value. There was no arguing that Ping Ping wasnt a Divine Turtle, not after so many soldiers and officers saw her drive the Bristleboar Divinity away, but her new appearance didnt inspire the same majesty and wonder as her previous form, which had been raised as a symbol of the Mothers grace and power.Luckily for Ping Ping, no one knew what a true Divine Beast was supposed to look like, so there was no basis for comparison, but poor Rain would undoubtedly be compared to his patron and come up woefully short. Though she loved him with all her heart, Yan had to admit her husband was no match for the painfully perfect Shen ZhenWu, with his broad shoulders, chiselled features, and well-defined cheekbones. Rain was handsome, pleasing to the eye, and more or less cut in the same shape, but Shen ZhenWu was a sculpted masterpiece with the ability to look regal and imposing no matter the situation. It wasnt that Yan dreamed of trading Rain for Shen ZhenWu, but objectively, it was clear the latter was physically more attractive than the former, which matters in ways which had almost nothing to do with sexuality. People trusted attractive people, because the Defiled were clearly ugly, so for this reason, she believed Rain had his work cut out for him if he wanted to fill the boots of his office. As far as she could tell, everyone respected Shen ZhenWu and saw him as the hero whod come to save the outer-provinces, while Rain... was Rain. No matter how spectacular his accomplishments might be, it wasnt easy to look up to him, and not because of his height. Well, that was part of the issue, since heroes were supposed to be larger than life and tall enough to hold up the Heavens, but even at his best, Rain was a short, slender, boyish youth with an admittedly vacant expression most of the time. Add in the fact that everyone now knew hed once been a tormented slave, and Rain fell far short of the mysterious and powerful Imperial Scion.It didnt matter that he had a lion-mounted Death Corps guard to escort him. How could Rain be Legate if no one respected him? Even if he did everything right, people were still likely to disparage and denigrate him on appearance alone. With so many disadvantages already working against him, Yan believed Rain had erred in riding this carriage here, because it presented the wrong image. It might have worked if Ping Ping still retained her formidable size and appearance, but now, all Yan could see were the beautifully carved animals festooned across every surface, which certainly suited Rains tastes and personality, but was far from inspiring, much like Rain himself. She loved the likenesses of Banjo and Baloo standing on their hind legs at the back of the carriage, and the realistic bust of sweet Sarankho sitting on her haunches which served as the figurehead. Jimjam and Aurie looked adorably playful, carved as they were on the carriage doors, and seeing so many quins, rabbits, laughing birds, and other animals scattered about put a smile on her face, as Charok had gone into painstaking detail to show them in various states of harmless, carefree happiness.But at the end of the day, it did not look like the vehicle of a powerful official, and while appearances werent everything, it went a long way in first impressions.As the carriage pulled up to a stop and the doors swung open, Yan watched the crowd with bated breath, worried they might react poorly to seeing their Legate step out barefoot with clothes and hair in disarray. To her surprise, there were no hidden smirks or incredulous stares, no angry glowers or hateful sneers, and when she turned her attention back to the carriage, she almost gasped in shock for the shabbily dressed husband she expected to find was nowhere in sight. In his place was a regal young Warrior clad in ornate golden armour, his helmet hanging from his belt and long hair pulled back in a neatly coiffed style. An unadorned steel sword hung from his belt, as did a serviceable knife, but otherwise, he carried no other obvious weapons as his arms were occupied with holding the Divine Turtle in one and Mama Bun in the other. The animals conveniently covered up the Liang character on his chest as he marched up to Brigadier Hongji, who received him with a Martial salute before stiffly falling to his knees for a bow. Everyone else in the courtyard, Yan included, followed suit as Hongji intoned, This servant greets Legate Falling Rain. There was just enough Chi into his words for them to echo off the courtyard walls and leave the rest of the castle undisturbed, but it was clear where the Brigadier stood, firmly in Falling Rains camp. Castle JiangHu is yours to command.Rise, good friend. Everyone, please rise. Although not augmented with Chi, Rains soft-spoken voice was teeming with warmth and clearly heard by every Martial Warrior in the courtyard. More than one soldier straightened up with pride at the familiar greeting, because while Rain might not be the awe-inspiring Legate Shen ZhenWu was, he was still the highest Official in all the lands, and Brigadier Hongji was much beloved by the soldiers serving under his command. To hear the Legate call their commander friend was certainly something to boast about, or at least it would be if Rain refrained from calling everyone his friend, as he was wont to do. Brigadier Hongji, you and your soldiers have done well to hold this long, a valiant effort from you all, and I will not have brave heroes of the Empire kneeling for me, nor do I see any reason to change things up. Command of the castle is yours Brigadier, and I, Legate Falling Rain, request permission to enter....Permission granted.Yan wasnt sure if this was the right move, since doing so eroded his already shaky authority, and it was clear from his hesitant tone that Hongji wasnt certain either, but the soldiers around them seemed to appreciate the gesture, empty though it might be. A Legate still outranked a Brigadier, not to mention the two Lieutenant Generals whod come with Rain, Akanai whose timely arrival kept the entire castle from being overrun by Demons and Peak Experts, and Grandpa Du who was currently shuffling off the carriage with one hand resting on Lin-Lins shoulder, no doubt to keep her from hopping onto Rains back as she so often did. Catching her eye, Grandpa Dus weathered features broke out into a cheery smile, one which radiated pride as it moved between Yan and Kyung standing beside her. As soon as the formalities were over with and the escorting soldiers dismissed, Yan tactfully moved past Rain to embrace Grandpa and Lin-Lin. Im so glad to see you both, she said, though in truth, she was a little surprised to see Lin-Lin here, since Rain was so overprotective of her.And I am glad to see you. Stroking her hair with a warm, tender smile, Grandpa held her tight for several seconds before breaking the embrace. Ive some teachings to pass onto you later, ones shared by your clever husband no less, but that can wait until later. Go on, if you keep him waiting any longer, I may find myself no longer welcome in his home. Now wheres my grandson? he asked, pretending he couldnt see Kyung standing right before him, if only to make the half-cat acknowledge the connection. Much like his half-sister, Kyung was utterly unreadable even at the best of times, but seeing him timidly step up as if afraid Grandpa Du was talking about some other grandson was both adorable and heart-wrenching to behold. Linking arms with Lin-Lin, Yan left Grandpa to his cheerful reunion and enthusiastic retelling of Kyungs accomplishments to escort the impatient half-hare to Rains side, where she took Mama Bun away to let Rain greet Yan properly.Hello wife, he said, flashing his oh-so-charming smile while slipping his arm snugly around her waist, which combined with his longing gaze forced Yan to rethink her earlier stance on how Shen ZhenWu was the more attractive of the two. I missed you.Missed you too. Hugging him harder than intended, she squeezed his armour tight until she heard him draw a sharp breath. Sorry for leaving when I did, but we didnt know... How long it would take before he woke up again, or if he would wake at all. The Medical Saint couldnt even hazard a guess, only stating that Rain was in good health and in no danger of dying anytime soon, which was the only reason Yan left him to defend the front lines. That went poorly, with the front lines abandoned and the second-lines struggling to hold, and though she hated to even think it, she was even more worried with Rain in control. He was no tactical genius with decades of experience commanding multiple armies in the field, he was just a silly, brilliant, lovable man who was in far over his head and never afraid to admit it. She still remembered their time together after the Society Contests but before his duel at the wall, when he almost lost himself to grief and hatred after stumbling upon the burnt, gristly remains of an unfortunate village. It was an understandable mistake, but one a more experienced Martial Warrior would have never made, and while he eventually recovered from it, Yan feared the Empire might not survive the first of Rains mistakes as Legate.Which of course begged the question: why was he here?Unfortunately for Yan, Rain was getting good at reading expressions, and he could see the question burning behind her gaze. Nothing to apologize for, he said with a wink, following up with a scandalous kiss to her cheek, as bold and brazen as ever. And keep that in mind, because as happy as I am to see you, I didnt come all this way just to hold you in my arms. Gesturing for Hongji to proceed into the castle, Rain said, Come now. Theres work to be done, but well talk more once were in private.Turning to follow the Brigadier, Rain stopped at the sound of Lin-Lins voice. Hubby, I think youre forgetting something, ya? Barely able to conceal her smile, she glanced back at the carriage before fluttering her eyes at Rain, the very picture of innocence as she held fluffy white Mama Bun in her arms, adorably swaddled in Lin-Lins ever present white silk scarf. Something reallllly important to someone here?Ah. Right. Here Yan, could you hold her? Handing over Ping Ping before she could refuse, Rain dumped the Divine Turtle into Yans arms and returned to the carriage as she stood frozen in shock. Her first thought was Dont drop the Divine Turtle, and the second was I hope she doesnt bite me, but the sweet girl favoured Yan with a bright turtle smile and a squeak. This was their first real meeting in her new form, but Ping Pings greeting and Rains implicit trust meant the Divine Turtle was utterly unruffled over being left in Yans arms, though she did squirm about a fair bit in protest over being held out like a platter. Instinctively drawing the turtle close, Yan carried her the same way Rain had, with their bellies pressed together and Ping Pings shell facing forward. In response, the Divine Turtle clung tight and nuzzled her affectionately before sending a small burst of loving Aura surging through Yans body, proving once and for all that she was still the same sweet, gentle giant who nuzzled her oh so carefully back when they first met.Saying nothing, Rain held her a little tighter as they made their way back to her room, but as they drew closer, he grew more distracted with each passing step. Sweet Ping Ping also showed signs of agitation, squirming in Yans embrace to glare at the western walls in obvious concern. Eventually, Rain just stopped in place and closed his eyes, tilting his head as if straining to hear something far away. ...Do you hear screaming?It was always jarring to be reminded of it, as Yan had gotten so used to the tortured howls she tuned them out without even thinking, because there was no other way she could survive with her sanity intact. Lacking the enhanced hearing of a Martial Warrior, Rain was only just hearing it now as they neared the inner wall, but Yan could hear them from all the way back in the command centre. Yes, she replied, deciding that blunt and honest was the best way to proceed. The Defiled are torturing Imperial prisoners just out of bow range. It never stops.The effect was instantaneous as his eyes ignited in anger, and Yan hadnt even told him the worst of it. Even then, he took the time to wordlessly ask if she wanted to go rest, but she opted to go with him instead. A part of her wanted to tell him to stay away from the outer wall, because there was nothing he could do to change things, and he would inevitably blame himself for being powerless, but she knew it would be as pointless as asking the sun not to rise. Rain was not someone who could turn a blind eye to suffering, else he would not be the man she loved and married, so she would support him through this as best she could, even if it meant suffering beside him.The trek to the outer wall was long and arduous, with the screams growing louder with every step. Somewhere along the way, his Death Corps escort doubled, then doubled again just to be safe, though safety was in short supply here in Castle JiangHu. Trembling in her arms, Ping Ping emitted a quiet, mournful squeak which broke Yans heart, and even passing her to Rain didnt do anything to raise the sweet girls spirits, but he was adamant to see the atrocities for himself. As they marched up the stairs behind the dark-armoured form of the Death Corps, Yan studied Rain closely to see how he was doing, but there was little more to his expression than anger and dread. Wholly understandable given their circumstances, but he was also not sweating or out of breath despite the long trek and brisk pace. Stairs almost always slowed him down, to the point where he never stopped complaining about them, but here and now, he took them two at a time with ease when even Yan felt the strain in her calves.In the first letter Rain sent after waking from his coma, he told her that his Core was still shattered and he wasnt a Martial Warrior again, but seeing him here and now, Yan wasnt so sure this was true. Then again, endurance had always been his best trait, and his hearing most certainly hadnt recovered, so maybe it was just anger and determination driving him forward, and she was simply tricking herself into seeing clues that werent really there.Then, as he emerged from the outer wall, he took one look at the horrific tableau across the field, and uttered a single word which shook her to the Core. Stop!That was all he said, but all of a sudden, Yan couldnt do anything to deny him, even though she had no idea what he was saying no to. Following his wide-eyed gaze, she glanced out over the battlefield and saw one particular pair of Imperial prisoners standing directly in front of them, but over two kilometres away, one a victim strapped down to the stone plank and the other an accomplice with crude hammer in hand. The latter had his weapon raised and ready to strike, but somehow, Rain had not only seen them with mortal eyes, but also projected his voice across this vast distance to interrupt this detestable act. From this far away, Yan could barely make out more than the general outline of things, but she noticed that the ever-present screams which were magnified for all to hear, had finally fallen silent.All because of Rain.There was no other explanation Yan could come up with, but according to his letters, there were powers at work which no one understood, including this mysterious gift of Oration. He couldnt control it, but it just happened in times of high emotion, and she couldnt imagine a scenario more evocative than this. There they were, two Imperial citizens, with one about to torture the other simply to avoid the same fate, a sick, twisted game played by the Enemy and put on full display for the defenders of Castle JiangHu. To Yan and the others whod been here for days, this had simply become part and parcel of their horrific world, but Rain was just getting his first taste, and she feared he would not take it well.Slowly scanning the horizon with a pained expression, Rain took in the abominable cruelty before him without blinking. Everything he needed to know about what the Defiled were doing was laid out in plain sight, with almost a thousand Imperials frozen in various states of injury or complicity. Somehow, Yan felt like Rain could see more than even she could, his eyes taking in every grisly, appalling detail and still continuing to look for more, all out of a misguided sense of empathy and self-sacrifice, as if his pain could somehow make things better for those suffering across from him. It put her in mind of the boy who almost got Rain killed back in Shen Huo, Dugu Ren. Found guilty of his heinous crimes, Ren was sentenced to death by torture, but Rain took pity on him and cut Rens throat himself, which Yan only learned after the fact. Even if he didnt agree with torture, why did Rain have to torture himself by killing the man? He took no pleasure in killing, that much was obvious, so why didnt he just... speak on Rens behalf, or ask Akanai to end his suffering rather than handle it himself?Rain was a good man, but if he tried to blame himself for the suffering which took place here, then Yan was powerless to help him.To be human, is to choose. Speaking to the prisoners across the field, Rain launched into a speech which sent a shiver down Yans spine, able to feel the power in his words yet incapable of defining it. Unlike the wolf or sheep, we humans have the freedom of choice. We can choose to be little better than beasts, to murder, rape, and pillage without care for the consequences, but most of us choose to rise above our primal urges. We can choose to lie and steal, but most choose to be honest and forthright. Some of us choose to be loving parents, caring siblings, or filial offspring, and others choose differently, but at the end of the day, we always have a choice.Pushing past his Death Corps guards, Rain stood at the parapets with the Divine Turtle in his embrace, patting the sweet creatures head to soothe her fears away. Thus, to take away another persons ability to choose is one of the most monstrous things we can do, for in doing so, it renders both parties as little more than beasts, when we humans have the potential for so much more. Even now, in the dire circumstances you find yourselves in, you prisoners have a choice. Perhaps it is not much of one, but it is a choice nonetheless. Will you choose to be less than human? The Defiled have made that choice, and now they would force it upon all of you. Some of you have refused, and now you lie broken and dying, while others have passed into the warm embrace of the Mother, but hear me: do not give in to despair. Where there is life, there is hope, and while I cannot promise to march out and rescue you, know that your pain is fleeting and life impermanent, but the choices you make will have lasting consequences. All you who lie there awaiting death, know that you have chosen to be human, to be better than what the Enemy desires us to be, and for this, you have my utmost respect and admiration. Narrowing his eyes, Rains voice took on a harsh tone as he addressed the accomplices, though how Yan could tell, she wasnt entirely sure. As for those who choose to inflict pain on your fellow prisoners in order to escape that same pain yourselves, know that the consequences for your actions will come sooner rather than later. Lie all you want about how you have no choice and your hands have been forced, but at the end of it all, you have chosen to inflict upon your fellow man that which you would not have inflicted upon yourself. Repent now and turn back before you are too far gone. You still have the ability to make your own choices. Do not let the Enemy take this away.For long seconds, nothing happened, and every prisoner, Defiled, and free Imperial stood rooted in silence, until one man broke the spell. Yan couldnt even tell who it was, but she heard a tormented sob echo out into the night, followed by countless others which took up the cry as almost every hammer-wielding accomplice on the field turned their weapon upon their captors. As much as Yan wanted to see those poor prisoners fight their way free, this minor rebellion had little to no effect on the overall situation, as they were beaten and tossed aside with laughable ease. New prisoners were brought in to finish what the others started, and perhaps it was Yans imagination, but she felt like most refused to take up a weapon or turned it against their captors. Then, one enterprising fellow took up his hammer and used it to free his intended victim from his suffering, only to be viciously beaten and strapped to the plank in his victims stead.Prisoners continued to die in droves, but tortured screams no longer rang out in a constant symphony of suffering. Instead, defiant roars filled Yans ears as the prisoners found courage from Rains words and chose to be better than their captors. A difficult choice considering their circumstances, but it was the only choice they could make, and one many made proudly. It was still horrific, but also inspiring in a way, for Yan hoped she too would have the courage to follow suit if she were ever caught in their position.Having fallen silent after saying his piece, Rain stood and watched it all unfold, as one hero after another consigned themselves to death through torture by defying their Defiled wardens. Soon, the prisoner camps rioted and the Defiled responded with force, but no matter how many times those prisoners were beaten down, another group always found it in themselves to rise up. Within the hour, the Defiled camp was in disarray as they dealt with the prisoners harshly, but no matter what they tried, only a handful of prisoners cared to take up the role of accomplice from thereon forward, whereas before, it was closer to a fifty-fifty split.Eventually, Yan convinced Rain to leave and brought him back to his quarters, a stately set of suites where Song and Lin-Lin were already set up. Without saying a word, he went in and curled up with his wildcats, bears, and bunnies, reflecting on what hed seen and lingering on the pain it caused. If Mila were here, shed make Rain understand why his pain was illogical, while Lin-Lin would somehow put a smile on his face, and Luo-Luo would help him work the problem until it no longer plagued them, but Yan had none of their gifts. All she could do was hold him close as he cried himself to sleep, wishing she could do something, anything to help ease his pain and lament at how nothing had changed. Rain was Legate now, but she was powerless to help him, just as useless as that inexperienced cadet who served alongside him in their first campaign against the Defiled.When she left with Grandpa Du, Yan thought she would return the worldly hero, but man proposes, and Heaven disposes. Not that she cared anymore. She had her heroic husband, and she would endeavour to become a woman and Warrior able to stand at his side and help shoulder his burdens.Stroking his hair as she held him close, Yan thought back to his decorated carriage, and decided it was a carriage befitting an Imperial Official after all, by virtue of it suiting Rain, who was the highest Official in all the outer provinces, and an admirable one to boot. Grandpa Du lived for war and battle, his life wholly devoted to the Martial Path, so it made sense for his carriage to display his accomplishments, but while Rain was talented to the extreme, he didnt care for war or what it wrought. If he had things his way and was smart enough to follow his heart, he would never set foot on another battlefield again, and instead dedicate himself to bettering the lives of everyone around him, but the Mother demanded much of Her Chosen Son, so here he was to fulfill his duty and obligation. That was his choice, to do whatever he could to help win them this war, even though it pained him greatly to do so. Oh her poor, sweet husband. All he wanted was to be left alone to raise his pets, but even this was too much to ask for. Perhaps someday, he would be free to follow his dreams, but until such a time, he would have to settle for being a mere beleaguered, Legate.Such was life, trials and tribulations without end, but alas, some trials were not meant to be survived.Chapter Meme
