Chapter 494

Chapter 494

Ive always known the Bekhai love their celebrations. Back home in the mountains, theyd use any excuse they could to throw a festival, from standard celebrations like the solstice or a feast in honour of fallen heroes, to silly things like a boating festival despite only having access to a pond, or commemorating the eighth day of the eighth month because eight is a homonym for prosper, so eight-eight must be doubly prosperous. Whatever the reason, the Bekhai are never shy when it comes to throwing a party, even after a week of non-stop celebrations. To be fair, theyve been stuck in Central for nine months and havent had a chance to properly let loose until now, but I was all partied out after the first day.

And here we are on day eleven, still going strong. I love my family, but if this keeps up, Ill need at least a month of social-hibernation just to recharge...

To welcome Du Min Gyu and Yan to the northern citadel, Mom and Dad have spared no expense turning the park outside our manor into a scenic, lakeside pleasure garden. After importing thousands upon thousands of winter-flowering plants from the Northern Province, Mom and Luo-Luo arranged them alongside the paved stone pathways which wind around the park. The pink callunas, red quinces, yellow aconites, and purple pansies add a much needed splash of colour to the dull, dreary Central landscape, while red-paper lanterns cast a warm and mildly eerie glow over the nights festivities, with drums, dancing, and performances aplenty to entertain and amaze.

The eerie part is probably just me, because the people of this world love the colour red so much, its the colour they associate with happiness, luck, prosperity, vitality, and fertility, hence Milas staggering popularity amongst the Bekhai and the people of the Empire now that shes entered the public eye. Red is so beloved, its even the colour of wedding outfits instead of the traditional black and white, two colours which are associated with death and funerals respectively. Thats why the Death Corps armour is black and why no one blinked an eye when I wore all black outfits, but while wearing a little bit of white like Lins scarf isnt out of character, few people would ever wear an all-white outfit because this says youre either a slave or theres been a death in the family.

And to think, all this time Ive been looking forward to seeing my lovely wives wearing beautiful white dresses. Then again, considering my current situation, maybe theyll be wearing white soon enough, though I wont be around to appreciate it...

Dragging myself out of my depressing thoughts, I sit at my table and idly consider asking Guan Suo for a hit of his pipe to cheer me up, though I doubt the surly old fart would care to share, or even reply. He hasnt shown his face ever since my injury, though now that I think about it, he actually disappeared a few days before, after that one time I asked him about how to break through Concealment. A simple no wouldve sufficed, but not only did he tell me to fuck off, hes also been ghosting me ever since. I know hes still hanging around because not only would he never leave Ping Ping unguarded, but also because the moment my food arrives, the entire plate disappears right before my eyes, followed closely by the soup and utensils.

You know, I mutter, randomly glaring around at places Guan Suo might be and enviously eyeing Ping Pings pyramid of cabbage and smoked fish. If you wanted food, you couldve just asked for a plate instead of stealing from a malnourished cripple. No answer is forthcoming, which is to be expected, but as a half-gnawed chicken bone appears out of thin air and sails into the grass, Im tempted to order Kuang Biao to teach this old bastard a lesson. And stop throwing trash around! My mom worked really hard to plan and arrange everything, and your scattered garbage is ruining the ambience.

Seriously, the flowers and decorations must have been planned weeks in advance to have it ready for today, which means Mom either respects Du Min Gyu more than she lets on, or she wanted this for new years day but was delayed by transport or logistics. Probably the latter, if I were to guess, but so long as no one points this out to the guest of honour, hell be none the wiser.

Since Guan Suo seems committed to his vow of silence, I mutter a few uncomplimentary curses under my breath which sets Lin to giggling as she guards her plate from my grasping hands, except I dont try very hard because I know shell be sad if I actually take her food. Luo-Luo offers her plate to replace my own, but Id feel bad about taking it and politely decline, which for some reason earns me a teary-eyed pout, the exact expression I was trying to avoid on the other side. After ineffectively consoling my emotional consort with a pat on the hand, I flag down a nearby servant and ask for another serving and replacement utensils, but only after theyve finished serving everyone else first. I dont want to look rude in front of the guests, a veritable whos-who of bigwigs from the Northern Province, all out in full force to greet Great Teacher Du and give face to the Bekhai, or Nian Zu and Dad. Invited to sit at our table by the guest of honour himself, Nian Zu and Du Min Gyu hit it off quickly, and it isnt long before the old relics get to trading war stories and waxing poetic about the good old days while Yan and Dain look on with wide-eyed awe.

Marshal Yuzhen is also here, sitting in a prominent position up front with Gerel at her side, not as her Guard Captain, but as her scowling betrothed, decked out from head to toe in swanky red-silk lace like a pretty little boy-toy and all too aware of my not-so-hidden smirks directed his way. Now that I have Kuang Biaos protection, I feel safer about teasing Gerel, but its mostly in good fun. Still, I hope he never finds out I was the one who gifted Yuzhen his current ensemble, not to mention a few other outfits meant for a more private setting.

Then again, considering how... enthusiastic Yuzhens response was, Gerel might even thank me for it, though I doubt he ever will.

Seeing the Bekhais most steadfast allies in attendance is no surprise, as the lines have long since been drawn in the sand. While Patriarch Han BoDing is here representing the Han Clan, hes seated apart from BoHai and BoShui to keep hostilities from erupting, with Yuzhen, Gerel, and Zians party acting as a buffer zone. Magistrate Jia Ying of Shen Yun is also present, Zians gorgeous cougar of a mother in the citadel to visit her darling son, with the stern and intimidating Lieutenant General Situ Jia Yang, Zians uncle who was once the figurehead of my hatred for the Society, but has since cut ties with them to serve under Nian Zu. Also sitting with them is Vichear, the half-bear former Major moving up in the world now that hes Jingfeis Mentor, and judging by the goofy grin on his face while he chats with Jia Ying, interested in deepening his ties to Zian by becoming my friends step-father, though any hot-blooded male would say the same.

Seriously, Zians mom is so hot, she looks like his older sister instead of Jia Yangs, still a city-destroying beauty at fifty something odd years of age...

Pleasant appearances aside, Zian and his family being here is hardly noteworthy, except for where theyre seated. Initially, we had Nian Zu in the most prominent guest spot, but since Du Min Gyu invited him to sit with us after Yuzhen had already been seated, Jia Yang now sits in Nian Zus vacated chair. At first glance, this is no big deal, but the novice politician in me believes some people may read into this arrangement and think it was all planned in advanced to make it look like Nian Zu is endorsing Jia Yang as his successor. In reality, Du Min Gyu was probably just bored of Dads stony demeanour and Moms acerbic tongue and wanted someone to talk to, but it wouldnt hurt for others to think Jia Yang will be the next voluntary Situ Clan outcast since Rang Mins star has dimmed in recent days. Where he was once the powerful and mysterious Patriarch of the Situ Clan, he lost a lot of face and respect after sending a Royal Guardian out to fight Gerel under the guise of a Situ underling. Not because he wouldnt fight Gerel himself, but because by sending out a Royal Guardian, his personal image goes from powerful Patriarch to pitiful puppet dancing to an Imperial tune.

Personally, I dont think it changes much, but its possible Zians mom and uncle can twist this to their advantage. Mentally wishing Vichy the best of luck in his love life and hoping Ying and Yang arent up to anything nefarious, I look away before anyone catches me staring at the lady Magistrates modestly-exposed cleavage, only to rest my gaze on a much more dangerous pair of mammaries, specifically those belonging to the gorgeous and scantily clad Exarch Erien. Unused to the temperate Central winters and unaccustomed to fine silk dresses, the fearsome, tribal warrior sports a low-cut leather vest and little else. Almost nothing else, in fact, aside from whatever shes wearing from the waist down, but I cant be bothered to check since her bosom is threatening to spill out from her sleeveless ensemble. It isnt until Luo-Luo elbows me in the ribs that I realize that the fearsome Exarch has not only noticed my attentions, but is also grinning from ear to ear while leaning forward and subtly squeezing her breasts together with her biceps. To further my embarrassment, her husband, Exarch Bralton, meets my gaze and shoots me a wink and a nod as if saying he understands my fascination, but the best reply I can muster up is to turn beet red and look down at my hands.

I dont know what ties bind the Bekhai to the married Exarch pair, but theyre some of Dads most steadfast allies, though they dont bring much to the table besides themselves. Theyre not the type to command troops, nor are they big on taking orders from above besides go here and fight, but theyre fiercely loyal, highly respected, and have been in the public spotlight far longer than my reclusive dad, which means their friendship has brought many of the smaller factions to our side who might have otherwise remained neutral.

Imperial Consort Falling Rain! Unable to bear it any more, the enraged Justicar growls my name, but thats all.

Yes, thats me. Grabbing a slice of lotus root, I chew the crunchy tuber and speak with mouth full. To what do I owe this pleasure?

You feign ignorance, but this Official visited Imperial Consort earlier today, the Justicar declares, no doubt playing to the crowd for effect. You disputed this Officials judgment and requested I convene a hearing with three of my peers to present your case. Though his ceremonial headdress covers his face, his eyes give away his triumphant smile as he waits for me to respond, but all I do is nod and wait. Disappointed by my lack of reaction, his smile returns in full force as he announces, The hearing has convened and judgment passed by the triumvirate of Justicars you see here before you. Dastan Zhandos and his traitorous retinue rebelled against the Empire and fought alongside the Defiled in Sanshu. As such, they should have been sentenced to public torture until dead, but in a grave miscarriage of Imperial Justice, they were instead pardoned by Magistrate Chu TongZu, enslaved, and placed under your command.

I imagine the Justicar expected a collective gasp or a clamour to break out, hence his dramatic pause, but the only way it couldve been more awkward is if there were crickets to fill the silence. A few heads turn this way and that to see if Dastan is in the crowd, but since this was a banquet for Du Min Gyu, the rank and file werent invited to join. Though the food has all but turned to ashes in my mouth, I put another slice of lotus root in my mouth and motion for the Justicar to continue. Eyes narrowing in fury, he speaks through clenched teeth, his voice strained and tone furious. Thus, the triumvirate hereby sentences the traitor Dastan Zhandos and his retinue to fight on the front lines until death. As it was your commands which allowed these rebels to live in luxurious comfort, and your command to which they are forever bound, the triumvirate declares Imperial Consort Falling Rain is to be stripped of his rank of Warrant Officer Second Grade and conscripted into the Imperial Army, where he is to ensure Dastan Zhandos and his traitorous retinue carry out their sentence.

This time the crowd gasps, but to my eyes and ears, their surprise seems tinged with anger and outrage, so I hope this holds true for the rest of the Empire when word gets out. Waiting several seconds for the Justicar to continue, I finally see he has nothing else to add, or at least he intends to wait until I speak. Chewing my food thoroughly to buy time, I steel my nerves and swallow my food before asking, Is that all?

Yes, but know -

Understood. Since they have no intentions of pushing the whole bandit or looted goods agenda, I hold out my hand and direct the Justicar to leave. As we are in the midst of a banquet, I wont see you out.

Audacious! Snarling in mock fury, once again the Justicars eyes give him away, brimming with delight at my misstep made in anger. This Official has yet to finish with your sentencing and you would chase us away? Imperial Consort you may be, but youve no right to order the Disciplinary Corps about. Pleased as punch to put me in my place, the Justicar holds his head up high and says, Private Falling Rain will report to -

Hmph. Unleashing a Chi-infused snort even Akanai would approve of, Du Min Gyu steals the wind from the Justicars sails by literally raising a booming gale of his own, one strong enough to buckle servants and merchants alike. Melting away as quickly as it appeared, the Chi-powered winds settle down as Du Min Gyu sneers and asks, Now whos being audacious? Since when do Justicars give orders to soldiers regarding deployment or assignment? Ridiculous. Pointing a wizened finger at me, he huffs and declares, I am still a Lieutenant General yet, so the boy will serve under me.

Calm yourself, comrade Du. Though his words are directed towards Du Min Gyu, Nian Zus hand rests on Dads shoulder, no doubt keeping him from tearing the Justicar apart. Beside him, Alsantset does the same for Mom, while Charok holds Alsantset back, a daisy chain of emotional restraint which fills me with warmth. Falling Rain is not only your future grandson-in-law, but also a northern soldier and you a Central officer, so to take him under your command would smack of favouritism and lead others to think you mean to shelter Falling Rain from his punishment. This will not do. Shaking his head, the old warrior sighs and says, Since this matter is so severe, I will personally ensure there is no foul play involved, for justice must be served. Meeting my gaze with the barest hint of a smile, he says, Private Falling Rain, you are to report for duty at first light, where we will set out for the front lines to carry out the Justicars sentence.

Remembering what he once told me about greeting superiors, I stand and salute my benefactor. By your command, Colonel General, this soldier obeys.

Well, Kuang Biao said that my honour guard was doomed unless I knew a commander who was virtuous to a fault, utterly without weakness, and lacking in greed, past mistakes, dark secrets, or beloved friends and family who can be used against them. If anyone fits that criteria, it would be the Hero of the Northern Wall, the Shooting Star Nian Zu.

I guess this solves the issue of my safety, so now I just need to figure out how to keep Dastan and his retinue alive too.

...Rest in Peace Dastan?

...

Fuck.

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