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Rebirth as a Wind Cultivator - Chapters 10-12
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 00:11:09 +0000 UTCChapter 10: Curious Airs
Morning sunlight filtered through the tent’s canvas as Mei Chen helped Xiulan into her emerald silk robe. The fabric whispered against Xiulan’s skin while skilled fingers secured each tie and smoothed each fold.
“The guards spoke with the woodsmen last night,” Mei Chen said, adjusting the robe’s collar. “They seemed dismissive at first, but once they learned everyone hailed from Blackmere they seemed to get along.”
“That should make today’s work simpler.” Xiulan stood still as Mei Chen continued her ministrations.
“They exchanged family names too.” Mei Chen secured the final tie. “Guard Liu discovered he shared great-grandparents with one of the woodsmen. Three others found similar connections.”
Xiulan processed that information. Most Blackmere citizens lived and died within the county borders—their roots stretching back generations. These unexpected family ties weren’t strange at all.
Mei Chen retrieved the ornate dagger from its silk wrapping. Xiulan secured it beneath the flowing sleeve of her robe, testing the draw before being satisfied.
“Do you have yours?” Xiulan asked.
“Yes Miss.” Mei Chen touched her thigh briefly, ducking her head.
“Thank you, Mei Chen.” Xiulan stepped closer. “Your dedication means more than you know.”
Tears welled in Mei Chen’s eyes. Xiulan pulled her into a quick embrace, feeling the young maid’s shoulders shake slightly before they separated.
The tent’s canvas rustled behind Xiulan as servants broke down the temporary shelter. Morning dew sparkled on grass crushed flat from their overnight camp. Mei Chen fell into step beside her as they approached the guard leader who stood reviewing supply lists near the convoy wagons.
“The injured men will travel in the supply wagon,” Xiulan said. “The others will accompany us on foot to Lin Manor.”
The guard’s shoulders stiffened. “Miss Lin, with respect, additional travelers would slow our progress significantly.”
“We’ll reach the manor before nightfall, regardless.” Xiulan squared her shoulders. “These are our people. Blackmere takes care of its own.”
His jaw worked as he glanced between the woodsmen and their depleted supply wagon. “The roads are treacherous, Miss Lin.”
“All the more reason not to leave injured men to fend for themselves.”
The guard’s resistance crumbled. He bowed deeply. “Your wisdom and generosity brings honor to the Lin family, Miss Lin.”
“Thank you, Miss Lin!” One of the woodsmen dropped to his knees. “We’ll never forget this kindness.”
“Please, stand.” Xiulan gestured for him to rise. “There’s no need for such formality today.”
She turned toward their carriage, Mei Chen matching her measured stride across the dewy grass.
It took longer than she expected for them to get moving and by the time the convoy lurched forward, the late morning sun was already beaming. Through the carriage window, Xiulan studied the supply wagon where injured woodsmen rested on hastily arranged bedding. Their healthier companions trudged ahead, surrounded by alert guards who maintained a protective formation around the expanded group.
Something about the woodsmen being turned away and denied aid prickled. The manor’s standard operating procedures included basic care for citizens in need—it protected both the family’s reputation and their economic interests. Even the most junior servant understood the principle.
No servant would risk Father’s face like that. They’d sooner cut off their own hand.
The carriage wheels bumped over a rut, jostling Xiulan from her musings. The landlord’s actions made even less sense. Forsaking reliable tenants destroyed steady income streams. If the men had been provided time, they would have rebuilt, surely.
So why evict and run them off? Even the greediest official understood basic economics.
Somehow, the landlord expected to make more from an unworked plot than an occupied one. That made no sense. There had to be more to it.
Was it just some personal grudge or squabble?
Xiulan tapped her fingers against the lacquered windowsill. The Treasure Pavilion’s package wouldn’t arrive for days—plenty of time to investigate the mystery. At minimum, she could ensure the men received proper care and transport to the city.
Father values face above all else. A daughter who preserves it becomes invaluable, and one who ruins it will be scorned.
The gentle rumble of the carriage reminded her of the cramped bus rides to her retail job—though the smell of leather and polished wood proved far more pleasant than diesel fumes and stale coffee.
Life in the city slum taught her valuable lessons about survival. Lin Qian and Lin Fei operated like the neighborhood bullies who preyed on perceived weakness, backed by their mother’s authority just as those thugs had hidden behind gang affiliations.
The old Xiulan submitted to their demands, accepting scraps of dignity while they flourished under Madam Zhang’s favoritism. That meek acceptance was over.
Memories of her past life stabbed through Xiulan’s thoughts like shards of broken glass. She focused instead on Zhang Wei, sprawled across the carriage seat opposite her. His small chest rose and fell in peaceful slumber, dark hair tousled across his forehead.
“Young Master Wei entertained the guards at the campfire until the moon reached its peak.” Mei Chen whispered from beside Xiulan, fighting back an amused smile. “The stories grew quite animated near the end.”
“Let him rest.” Xiulan kept her voice soft. “He deserves some peace.”
The carriage rocked gently as Xiulan studied her sleeping brother. Strange how quickly affection had bloomed where Li Mei’s life held only emptiness. She had no siblings. Her parents manifested as harsh words and slammed doors, their presence marked by absence until she fled to college on borrowed dreams.
Art History had seemed like such a romantic choice then. No one bothered to mention how useless that degree would prove in the real world. Her professors smiled and nodded, content to let her drift toward inevitable disappointment.
Xiulan glanced at Mei Chen, who sat primly beside her organizing correspondence. The young maid’s dedication shone like a guiding star. Her new world had given her something precious—people worth protecting.
A week had passed since she opened her eyes in a new body. In that brief time, she had grown bonds stronger than anything she had in twenty-four years of her previous life.
Maybe it was just Xiulan’s influence, but she didn’t care. She wanted it.
The thought both comforted and terrified her.
Because she wasn’t going to show any mercy to those who threatened them.
*
The Lin Family Manor’s gates loomed overhead as the convoy passed beneath their shadow. Xiulan stepped down from the carriage onto the cobblestones, steadying Zhang Wei as he stumbled sleepily beside her. Mei Chen followed close behind.
Servants scattered across the courtyard like startled birds, unprepared for their early return. A senior steward stood frozen near the main hall, clutching his ledger.
“Steward.” Xiulan strode toward him with purpose. “Please arrange quarters in the low guest courtyard for our injured woodsmen. They require medical attention and proper meals.”
The steward blinked rapidly. “I... yes, Miss Lin. At once.”
Guards began unloading supplies and helping the wounded men. A commotion at the gate to the inner pavilion drew Xiulan’s attention. Fresh hoofbeats echoed across the stones as another group of guards entered, surrounding a familiar figure.
Ice spread through Xiulan’s chest. Lin Jin sat atop his mount, every inch the entitled heir in his fine silk robes. His gaze swept over the woodsmen with naked revulsion before landing on Zhang Wei.
Xiulan gripped Zhang Wei’s shoulders, drawing him close. Her younger brother trembled beneath her touch.
“Zhang Wei.” Lin Jin’s voice cut through the bustling courtyard. “Why do you allow such filth to touch you? Come—your studies await.”
Zhang Wei’s shoulders slumped. The confident boy from their journey vanished, replaced by a shell that made Xiulan’s chest ache. He stepped away from her with downcast eyes.
“Go on.” Xiulan squeezed his arm. “Your studies are important.”
Lin Jin smirked from atop his mount. “How predictable. Trash collecting more trash.” He gestured at the injured woodsmen. “Keep your refuse contained, sister. We wouldn’t want the manor to become... sullied.”
“Of course, Elder Brother Jin.” Xiulan bowed with precise formality. “I’ll watch everything very carefully.”
Lin Jin studied her for a moment before dismissing her with a wave. He turned his horse, Zhang Wei trailing behind the horses like a lost puppy.
The urge to flee the courtyard’s suffocating atmosphere overwhelmed her. Xiulan strode toward the manor’s eastern wing, Mei Chen’s footsteps echoing behind her on the cobblestones.
Her next steps were clear: she needed to check her room and then greet her mother. Her actual mother, not the witch who held the position of matriarch of the family.
As they moved along the paths between the various walled courtyards, the lavish decor began to fade.
Intricately carved pillars and silk draperies gave way to plain wooden beams and simple paper lanterns. The immaculate and ornate trappings of the manor fell away, revealing a neatly cleaned and cared-for but more modest setting.
Servants bustled quietly, their gazes fixed on the ground. Guests never saw the back courtyards; the finery wasn’t wasted on the house’s minor members or staff. The contrast was stark, and a precarious reminder.
A frustrated breath escaped her lips. The inequality pressed heavier, amplifying her resolve.
Reaching her quarters, she pushed the door open and paused. It was worse than she remembered—a cramped room with a double bunk bed that left little space to move. Mei Chen’s bunk occupied the top. Despite the obvious care that had gone into the space, it was hard not to compare to the room she’d occupied during the festival in Blackmere.
Sharing a room with Mei Chen didn’t bother her. Actually, for Li Mei, the space was perfect. If it had been offered to her before she’d been transmigrated, along with a nice roommate like Mei Chen, she would have taken it happily in a heartbeat.
But for someone of Xiulan’s status, it was wholly inappropriate. A calculated attack on her reputation and authority.
“Mei Chen,” she said, turning to face her maid.
“Yes, miss?” Mei Chen replied, her eyes attentive.
“Please find the household manager and instruct him to meet me at Mother’s courtyard immediately.”
Mei Chen bowed slightly. “Right away, miss.” Without hesitation, she headed back down the corridor, her footsteps fading into the quiet.
Xiulan surveyed her modest quarters, her eyes taking in the neatly arranged belongings. Everything remained untouched; Mei Chen had maintained the space meticulously. A faint smile curved her lips. At least some things were reliable.
She lowered herself onto the bottom bunk, feeling the hard mattress beneath her. Just like a Cinderella story. Except there was no fairy godmother or prince waiting in the wings. She would have to handle matters herself.
With a determined sigh, she stood up. “No use sitting around,” she murmured. Time to keep things moving.
She headed toward her mother’s courtyard. The path wasn’t far—her mother’s walled space lay adjacent to the servants’ area in the eastern section of the manor. As she walked, she took her time, eyes keenly appraising the surroundings. Servants passed by, bowing respectfully. The gestures felt odd, unfamiliar.
Then it struck her: she was dressed appropriately for her position now. The fine garments lent her an air of authority she hadn’t realized she lacked. Before, she’d often worn attire that was less... fitting. Appearances held power.
The outfits borrowed from Sister Suyin had served well during the festival, but would need her own wardrobe. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so reluctant to let Mei Chen spend the taels Father had granted.
Although acquiring new attire could be handled within the manor, it would be a more limited selection or more expensive than during a trip to the city.
Lost in thought, she arrived at her mother’s courtyard just as Mei Chen approached with the household manager beside her. The manager, a stern-looking man with graying hair, bowed deeply.
“The house manager greets the Lin family’s second daughter,” he said respectfully. “This servant was told you sent for me?”
Xiulan extended her hand toward the house manager. “The ledger, please. I need to review the manor’s accommodations.”
“The... ledger?” The manager’s brow furrowed. “May I ask why Miss Lin requires—”
“My current quarters are unsuitable for my station. I intend to select an appropriate courtyard.” Xiulan pointed at the bound volume tucked under his arm.
“But who has authorized—”
“The ledger.” Xiulan’s outstretched hand remained steady.
The manager surrendered the book with visible reluctance. Xiulan opened it, revealing detailed maps of the manor grounds. Her finger traced down to her mother’s modest courtyard marked in neat script.
An empty space sat adjacent—perfect.
“This one.” Xiulan tapped the vacant courtyard. “It’s conveniently located next to Concubine Lian’s residence.”
Blood drained from the manager’s face, the sternness instantly replaced with nervous energy. “But... but... uh... lady, there are others—”
“Is there a problem?” Xiulan arched an eyebrow. “The records show it’s vacant.”
“Miss Lin, please, if you’d consider—”
Xiulan turned away, striding toward the courtyard in question. It wasn’t that far. The manager’s footsteps hurried behind her.
“Miss Lin! Miss Lin, please wait!”
The courtyard gate revealed the source of his distress. Servants bustled about the supposedly vacant space, carrying fresh linens and tea services. Decorated screens lined the walkways, and incense smoke curled from braziers.
Xiulan pivoted toward the manager. “Explain. Who occupies this unregistered residence?”
The manager wrung his hands. “Young Master Lin Jin’s... mistress currently resides here.”
Xiulan studied the nervous manager. “Why isn’t this residence officially registered? Did Elder Brother Jin submit a formal request to Father?”
“I... that is...” The manager dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief.
“So my brother installed his mistress in quarters fit for a proper wife while relegating me to servant’s quarters?” Xiulan’s words cut through the morning air.
Sweat trickled down the manager’s temples as he mopped his brow. “There must be some mistake in the records, Miss Lin.”
Of course it’s a mistake. So many convenient mistakes piling up that incompetence seems too charitable an explanation.
“Clear out this courtyard by nightfall and prepare it for my residence.” Xiulan squared her shoulders.
“Miss Lin!” The manager stumbled over his words. “I cannot—they won’t—you must speak with Young Master Jin or Lord Lin directly!”
Hah—dealing with this man wasn’t getting anywhere.
Xiulan strode past him through the courtyard gates. They followed the neat path flanked by manicured gardens that led toward the courtyard’s center.
“Miss, what are you doing?” Mei Chen whispered behind her.
The manager’s footsteps pattered across the stones as he rushed after them. A group of servants noticed their approach, and an older woman stepped forward to block their path.
“Who dares enter this courtyard uninvited?” The woman planted her feet firmly.
“Fetch your mistress.” Xiulan lifted her chin. “Now.”
Whispers rippled through the gathered servants. The older woman hesitated before nodding to a young maid who scurried toward the courtyard’s main building.
Chapter 11: Bloody Squall
Silk rustled against stone as an elegantly dressed woman emerged from the main building. She glided through the parting servants with practiced grace, her violet robes catching the morning light. The woman’s painted lips curved into a practiced smile as she approached.
“Who dares intrude upon my private quarters?” Her voice dripped honey-coated venom.
Xiulan straightened her spine. “Lin Xiulan, Second Daughter of the Lin Family.” She gestured toward the trembling house manager. “This servant feared delivering the news himself, but you’ll need to relocate. I require these quarters adjacent to Concubine Lian.”
Silence descended over the courtyard. Servants froze mid-task, tea cups suspended in mid-pour. The sweet scent of incense hung thick in the still air.
Xiulan’s muscles tensed beneath her robes. Her right hand inched closer to her concealed dagger. The situation balanced on a knife’s edge—either an attack or theatrical tears seemed inevitable.
The woman surprised her by sinking into a graceful bow. “This humble one is Lan Yue. I’ll ensure the quarters are prepared for you by nightfall, though clearing more than the main building may prove challenging before then.”
Xiulan blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by the unexpected display of respect. The genuine deference in Lan Yue’s tone contained none of the barely concealed contempt she’d grown accustomed to.
Maybe I’ve been too harsh. Not everyone plots against me.
The constant pressure of recent events had pushed her toward viewing everyone as an enemy. That mindset wouldn’t serve her well—she already had enough real opponents without imagining more.
“Thank you for your understanding, Miss Lan.” Xiulan offered a slight bow. “The main quarters will suffice for today’s arrangements.” She turned toward the house manager. “Please coordinate with Miss Lan’s servants for the move and secure appropriate alternative accommodations for her.”
The house manager dropped into a deep bow. “At once, Miss Lin! I’ll see to everything immediately.”
Xiulan faced Lan Yue again. “My deepest apologies for this sudden intrusion. I’ve just returned from traveling and must pay respects to my mother.”
“Of course.” Lan Yue stepped closer, a gentle smile playing across her painted lips. “Perhaps you’d honor me with tea another time? I’d enjoy getting to know Lord Lin’s daughter better.”
The invitation caught Xiulan off guard. She studied Lan Yue’s expression, searching for hidden motives but found only polite interest. “I’d like that. Please send a note reminding one of my servants in a few days.”
Xiulan departed the courtyard, her steps measured against the stone path.
“Miss.” Mei Chen matched her pace. “Is it wise to associate with Elder Brother Jin’s mistress?”
“I don’t know.” Xiulan shrugged. “But there’s no harm in being polite.”
The familiar path to her mother’s courtyard brought a sense of peace to Xiulan’s steps. An aged servant stood at attention by the entrance, wrinkles deepening as she smiled in recognition.
“Young Miss! Welcome home.” The servant bowed deeply.
“Please inform Mother that I’ve returned and wish to see her.”
“Of course! Please, come wait inside while I notify Concubine Lian.”
Xiulan nodded to Mei Chen, and they walked the familiar route to the guest room. Silver-haired servants swept the courtyard paths and tended the gardens—loyal faces from years past. The realization struck Xiulan like a physical blow. These servants had stayed with her mother through everything, even after Madam Zhang’s rise to power.
No wonder this place always felt safe. Xiulan settled onto a cushion in the guest room. She’d spent countless hours here, sheltered from the mansion’s politics and schemes. Perhaps that explained why she’d never received her own courtyard—she already had one.
The door slid open as an older servant entered, carrying a wooden tray with steaming tea.
“Auntie Lan!” Xiulan brightened. “How have you been?”
“Well enough, Young Miss.” Lan Zhao set down the tray with practiced grace. “Though these old bones creak more each day.”
Lan Zhao turned toward Mei Chen with an approving nod. “And you, child? Have you been taking good care of our Young Miss?”
“Oh, Auntie!” Mei Chen bounced on her toes. “So much has happened! We went to the Treasure Pavilion, and—”
“Why don’t you both take some time to catch up?” Xiulan interrupted with a smile. “I can wait for Mother on my own.”
“You’re too kind, Young Miss.” Lan Zhao bowed deeply. “Concubine Lian should arrive shortly.”
Xiulan lifted the delicate porcelain cup, savoring the familiar aroma of jasmine tea.
After a brief wait, the paper door whispered open, and Xiulan’s breath caught at the sight of Zhao Lian. Dark brown hair framed bright eyes that sparkled with intelligence despite years of hardship. The simple cotton robe adorning her mother’s frame barely surpassed servant quality, yet she moved with innate grace.
“Xiulan?” Zhao Lian knelt beside her. “What brings you home so early? Are you well?”
Her carefully maintained walls crumbled. Xiulan launched forward, wrapping her arms around her mother’s shoulders. Tears spilled unbidden down her cheeks as she breathed in the comforting scent of osmanthus soap.
“I’m home, Mother.” The words came out thick with emotion.
“Shh.” Zhao Lian traced soothing circles on her back. “Everything will be alright, my dear one.”
Oh, this is what having a mom is like. The thought was distinctly Li Mei’s.
Xiulan pulled back, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “There’s so much I need to tell you.”
“Then let us speak properly.” Zhao Lian settled across the low table and poured herself tea with practiced movements.
The story poured out—the carriage accident, her near-death experience on the cliff face. She detailed the confrontation with her sisters, careful to omit anything about Li Mei or her previous life. The tale continued through selling her jewels, securing a proper allowance, and finally, the attempted poisoning.
Zhao Lian’s eyes widened with each revelation. The teacup trembled slightly in her grip.
Xiulan sipped her cooling tea, studying her mother’s shocked expression. For fifteen years, Zhao Lian had survived by becoming invisible, teaching Xiulan to do the same. They had dodged Madam Zhang’s schemes through careful submission and avoidance.
Now Xiulan had shattered that careful peace in less than a week.
The door slid open as Mei Chen and Lan Zhao returned, bearing plates of sesame cakes and sweet bean pastries. The familiar treats brought back memories of countless afternoons spent in this very room. They arranged the dishes with practiced efficiency before stepping back.
Zhao Lian exhaled softly, setting down her teacup. “You’ve given me much to consider, daughter. I’m relieved to see you recovered and in good health after what you went through.”
“Mother, I plan to do more than just recover.” Xiulan straightened her spine. “I won’t stay passive anymore. Things need to change.”
“Is that wise?” Zhao Lian leaned forward, dropping her voice. “The Chao family holds considerable influence in the capital. Madam Zhang’s family connections run deep—far deeper than you might realize.”
“And yet.” Xiulan picked up a sesame cake, studying its familiar pattern. “This remains the Lin Family Manor, not the Chao Family estate.”
Zhao Lian acknowledged the point with a slight nod, lifting her cup to her lips. Steam curled upward as she sipped in thoughtful silence.
“I have a shipment arriving from Treasure Pavilion in the coming days. I don’t know the exact date.” Xiulan kept her tone casual. “Could your servants secure it quietly? I’d prefer to avoid drawing attention from... certain parties.”
“Of course, daughter. My servants are yours to command whenever needed.” Zhao Lian refilled their teacups with practiced grace.
“About that...” Xiulan set down her cup. “I claimed the adjacent courtyard—the one Lan Yue occupied. I’ll need help selecting trustworthy servants, and might require some of your staff permanently.”
Tea splashed over the rim of Zhao Lian’s cup. “You... evicted her?” She dabbed at the spill with her sleeve. “Perhaps you’re moving too quickly. Did Lord Tian approve this?”
“Mother.” Xiulan straightened. “I’ve already set things in motion. Backing down now would only make future moves more difficult. This moment—while they’re still adjusting to my changes—is perfect for decisive action.”
Worry creased Zhao Lian’s brow. She opened her mouth to respond, but stopped at the sound of raised voices outside. The shouts echoed through the courtyard, growing louder by the second.
Xiulan rose from her cushion and her mother stood as well. Together they slid open the wooden door.
Lin Jin stomped through the center of the courtyard, scattering servants like startled birds. “Where is that bitch? Come out right now!”
Well, that got out faster than I imagined. Xiulan studied her enraged brother, weighing possibilities.
Had Lan Yue orchestrated this confrontation as revenge, or did this simply spring from Jin’s trademark arrogance? Either way, Madam Zhang and her sisters clearly hadn’t warned him about their recent encounters. He strutted around like always, expecting to dominate through sheer bluster.
“Young Master!” Several elderly servants blocked his path. “This behavior dishonors your station!”
“Xiulan!” Lin Jin’s face reddened as he shouted. “Come out here now! Xiulan!”
Zhao Lian stepped forward, but Xiulan extended her arm to block her mother’s path. This confrontation belonged to her. She strode into the courtyard, keeping her movements measured and controlled.
“Brother Jin.” Xiulan pitched her voice to carry across the yard. “Why do you barge into Concubine Lian’s private courtyard without an invitation? Such rudeness ill befits the eldest son.”
Lin Jin spun toward her voice. His jaw clenched as he glared at her through narrowed eyes. “Who do you think you are?” Spittle flew from his lips. “Moving Lan Yue from her rightful place! She stays exactly where she is, and you—you’ll crawl back to the servant’s quarters where you belong!”
“I will do no such thing.” Xiulan kept her posture straight and regal. “The courtyard wasn’t officially assigned. Lan Yue agreed to relocate to more suitable quarters, but the space beside Mother’s residence suits my needs perfectly.”
Lin Jin’s face turned an alarming shade of purple. Spittle flew from his lips as he screamed incoherently. The veins in his neck bulged with each incomprehensible word.
Xiulan maintained her calm demeanor, though internally she pondered the peculiarities of Madam Zhang’s bloodline. How did sweet Zhang Wei come from the same stock as this raving lunatic?
Footsteps echoed as servants rushed to witness the spectacle. Heads poked around corners and peered through windows. The crowd swelled beyond the courtyard gates, drawn by Lin Jin’s theatrical display.
“I am the Second Daughter of Lord Lin.” Xiulan’s clear voice cut through his tantrum. “If the Young Master wishes to speak with me, he will do so with proper respect—not by making a spectacle of himself before the entire household.”
The gathered crowd murmured. Several older servants nodded approvingly, while others whispered behind raised sleeves.
The metal plates of his armor clinked as Lin Jin advanced. “I am this family’s heir, and you are far beneath me! Kowtow one hundred times before I teach you a lesson!”
Xiulan planted her feet firmly on the stone courtyard. “I am our father’s daughter. I will not damage House Lin’s reputation with such a display.”
Lin Jin froze, staring at her with wild eyes.
Yes, that’s right, half-brother, I’m not a meek little—
Pain exploded across her face as metal crashed into bone. The world spun as she hit the ground hard. Warm copper filled her mouth as blood gushed from her nose.
Through blurred vision, she watched Lin Jin shove her mother aside. Zhao Lian stumbled back into the gathering crowd.
The world compressed under Lin Jin’s weight as he straddled her chest. His armored knees pinned her down. “You dare defy me?” Another gauntleted fist smashed into her cheek. Sharp metal split skin.
“Stop! You’ll kill her!” Servants screamed from the edges of the courtyard.
Lin Jin’s arm rose again. Xiulan twisted her head aside as metal cracked against stone where her face had been. The hidden dagger slipped from her sleeve into her palm. She stabbed upward, but the blade skittered off his armor with a metallic screech.
Lin Jin’s eyes widened at the flash of steel. His fist lifted for another strike.
Xiulan yanked the dagger back and drove it deep into his exposed armpit. Blood spurted as Lin Jin screeched. He gurgled and scrambled backward, leaving a crimson trail across the stones.
Chapter 12: Traitorous Whirls
Servants blurred past Xiulan’s bedside as night crept across the manor. A physician dabbed something sharp-smelling onto her face while muttering instructions. The pungent herbs made her eyes water, but the pain dulled to a distant throb.
Mei Chen stood guard near the door, wielding a cast iron wok like a shield. The maid’s knuckles whitened against the handle each time footsteps passed outside. Through the haze of herbs and pain, Zhao Lian’s authoritative voice drifted in—directing servants, demanding updates, and coordinating care.
Darkness swallowed the room. Light returned. Xiulan blinked at the beams streaming through paper screens as she pulled herself out of a fitful sleep.
“Miss Xiulan!” Mei Chen rushed forward.
Xiulan pushed herself upright. Fire shot through her cheek at the movement. “How—” The word caught in her throat as agony blazed across her face.
“Please don’t speak. The physician said your face needs time to heal. The cut runs deep and your nose...” She wrung her hands. “It broke when he struck you.”
Damn. Xiulan touched her swollen face. I got cocky. Should have known better than to provoke him without armor or backup. I fucked up.
“Lin Jin.” The words scraped past her lips. “Dead?”
Mei Chen’s face drained of color. “The physicians haven’t left his side since... since...” She swallowed hard. “They say it’s critical. That’s why only one came to check on you briefly.”
A shaky exhale escaped Xiulan. Haaa... If Father’s precious heir dies because of me... She didn’t finish the thought. No amount of justification would save her if Lin Jin didn’t survive. Not with how things were.
Pain radiated through her face as she considered her options. The swelling made speaking difficult, but maybe that could work in her favor. Let them see what their precious heir did to me before I heal it.
“Where are my things?” The words came out slurred and the taste of copper filled her mouth. She wanted to wince, but even that hurt.
Mei Chen scurried to retrieve a lacquered tray. The blood-stained dagger drew Xiulan’s attention first—crimson droplets had dried on the polished wood beneath it. Next to it sat her healing pill, purse, and the stack of documents she’d accumulated.
“Mother’s Safe.” Xiulan pointed to the documents. She turned toward the wardrobe in the room's corner. “Servants, dress.”
Mei Chen bowed and hurried out. Servants entered a moment later and helped her put on a fresh dress for the day. Xiulan palmed the healing pill, sliding it into her inner pocket. Not yet. First, let the manor see. They won’t be able to claim I acted unfairly.
Xiulan lifted the bloody dagger.
“Clean.” She handed it to the nearest servant. “Carefully.”
They won’t dare strike me after this, but... Xiulan traced the swelling around her eye. Next time, they might skip the beating and go straight for killing me.
She needed those cultivation materials from the Treasure Pavilion sooner rather than later. The clock was ticking against her survival in this nest of vipers.
Xiulan pointed at her bandaged face. “Remove.”
“Miss Xiulan!” Mei Chen stepped back. “The physician insisted these stay in place for at least—”
“Make it visible.”
Mei Chen wrung her hands but approached with trembling fingers. The bandages peeled away, revealing layers of discolored flesh beneath. Xiulan studied her reflection in the bronze mirror—purple bloomed around her eye socket, and dried blood crusted the edges of the cut splitting her cheek.
“Stop.” Xiulan raised her hand when only a small strip remained. “Good.” The words sent fresh pain lancing through her face. This day needs to end.
Without announcing her destination, Xiulan strode from the courtyard. Mei Chen’s footsteps echoed behind her as they wound through the manor paths toward the northeast gardens.
The morning air carried hints of mountain pine, cypress, and river mist. Below the cliff’s edge, Blackmere city sprawled beneath cloudless blue skies, the mountain river carving its path toward the distant walls.
Xiulan turned toward the manor’s central courtyards. Servants scattered as she passed. Ladies behind painted fans whispered about damaged goods. A merchant’s son loudly proclaimed what a waste it was to mar such beauty. Another suggested she might make a suitable match now that her value had diminished.
The whispers followed her path to Lin Jin’s pavilion. Two guards crossed their spears, blocking her approach.
“Halt! State your business.”
“Brother Jin’s health?”
“Demon!” A servant shrieked from inside. “Get away from here, you evil creature!”
Xiulan bowed with precise formality and retreated. She’d displayed the proper concern for her brother. No one could claim she hadn’t fulfilled her familial duties.
The training yard echoed with clashing steel and barked commands. Xiulan observed the soldiers from behind a screen of ornamental trees. Sweat gleamed on muscled arms as they swung practice swords in precise arcs. The rhythmic movements reminded her of raid formations in Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles.
“Miss Xiulan?” Mei Chen shifted uneasily beside her.
Xiulan turned away from the training grounds and they headed back to the manor’s eastern section. She stopped at her new courtyard.
Inside it was stripped bare like a merchant’s stall after market day. Servants scurried about with cleaning supplies, most wearing her mother’s colors. Empty hooks dotted the walls where paintings once hung. Vacant pedestals marked where pottery and sculptures had stood.
“Perhaps you should rest?” Mei Chen’s words carried a tremor of concern.
“Soon.” Pain shot through Xiulan’s face as she spoke.
Bare wooden floors stretched through empty rooms as she continued her exploration. Lan Yue’s belongings—screens, cushions, tables—had vanished with their owner. The space echoed with possibility, but furnishing it properly would cost taels. New dresses, jewelry, furniture—the costs multiplied in her mind.
Once I open my meridians... Xiulan traced her fingers along a windowsill. The cultivator world that would open to her held treasures worth fortunes to the right buyers. Herbs that grew in beast-infested valleys. Crystals formed in caves. If reality matched the game, she’d be able to use cultivation strength to claim them.
No one in the Lin family would be able to harm her ever again. She’d acquire a host of new problems—cultivators were often hostile and competitive with each other, but…
At least that was something she could take head-on.
After an hour of inspection, Xiulan admitted the courtyard needed significant work before she could move in. She returned to her mother’s residence, where Lan Zhao spotted her swollen face.
“Miss Xiulan!” Lan Zhao rushed forward. “You shouldn’t be walking around like this!”
Fresh bandages soon covered her injuries again. She reclined on cushions, fingering the healing pill in her pocket. The decision weighed on her—continue displaying her wounds as evidence, or heal now and regain her strength?
The decision crystallized with surprising speed.
“Bring me tea.” She directed the command to Mei Chen, who scurried off to fetch it.
Steam curled from a ceramic cup as Mei Chen returned. Xiulan loosened her outer robe and extracted the massive pill. The medicinal sphere looked absurd—almost comically large compared to modern medicine from her past life. After a wait to let the liquid cool, she lifted the teacup and tossed the pill back, gulping tea to force it down her throat.
They should have divided this into smaller doses. The pill scraped against her throat despite the tea.
Xiulan recalled the dramatic cultivation scenes from Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles, where heroes swallowed massive glowing orbs of medicine. She almost snorted, but the movement sent pain shooting through her nose.
A tingling sensation spread across her skin, starting at the pit of her stomach and creeping up to her face. The sensation differed from the immediate relief of Qingfeng’s Heaven Grass tea—that had felt like cool water washing away pain. This crawled through her flesh like tiny sparks of electricity.
Mortal medicine versus cultivator remedies. The contrast stood out sharply. Even basic cultivation items outperformed the finest normal treatments.
There wasn’t much left to do for the day except rest and heal.
Zhao Lian swept into the room multiple times, wringing her hands and fussing over the bandages before rushing out again—too distraught to speak more than a few broken sentences.
Xiulan reclined on her cushions until afternoon sun cast long shadows through the courtyard. The medicine left her mind hazy and unable to calculate.
Lan Zhao and Mei Chen maintained a constant vigil, hovering nearby with anxious energy. Through the open doorway, several female servants patrolled with wooden clubs poorly concealed in their sleeves. The sight of makeshift weapons sent a pang through Xiulan’s chest.
All this chaos because of one fight. She traced the edge of her bandage. No—because of one attempted murder. The distinction mattered. Lin Jin had tried to kill her first. She’d merely survived.
Still, watching the nervous energy rippling through her mother’s household staff twisted something inside her. These women risked themselves to protect her, arming themselves against potential retaliation.
Their loyalty deserved better than to be tested so severely.
*
Dawn broke with Mei Chen’s urgent whispers. “Miss Xiulan, Lord Lin has returned to the manor.”
Xiulan pushed herself upright, pleasantly surprised when the movement caused only mild discomfort. “Thank you, Mei Chen.” The words flowed easily, without the stabbing pain of yesterday.
A bronze mirror reflected a much-improved visage. The gash that had gaped angry and raw was now pink with healing flesh knitting the edges together. Stitches were removed with an easy snip. The purple-black bruising had faded to yellowish-green, as if weeks had passed instead of hours.
Perfect timing. She adjusted the bandages to ensure the injuries remained visible while touching the mostly healed flesh beneath. Jin Wei’s medicine had worked exactly as she needed—enough recovery to function, but leaving sufficient evidence of Lin Jin’s attack.
Should I wait for a summons or take initiative?
Xiulan weighed her options. Presenting herself at the main pavilion would allow her to gauge the reactions to the situation firsthand.
Simple choice, then. “Mei Chen, bring out the jade silk dress Sister Suyin lent me.”
Mei Chen rushed to retrieve the garment, handling the delicate fabric with reverent care. The dress whispered against Xiulan’s skin as Mei Chen secured each fastening with practiced precision.
“Miss Xiulan, shall I fetch the rouge and powder?”
“No.” Xiulan traced the visible bruising along her jaw. “Let them see exactly what Lin Jin did.”
The weight of her concealed dagger pressed reassuringly against her forearm as she adjusted its position. Everyone likely knew about it after yesterday, but its presence steadied her nerves.
Lan Zhao appeared, and Xiulan waved at her. “Send word to Mother that I’m heading to the central pavilion.”
Everything taken care of, Xiulan strode through the manor grounds with Mei Chen at her heels.
Servants scattered at their approach, ducking into doorways or suddenly finding urgent tasks in opposite directions. Even the minor officials they passed averted their eyes, their conversations dying mid-sentence.
The central pavilion loomed ahead, its entrance flanked by stern-faced guards. As Xiulan approached, one stepped forward with an outstretched hand.
“Halt! Lord Lin is conducting an inquiry. No one may enter.”
“What sort of inquiry?” Xiulan asked.
“A questioning, Miss Lin. That’s all I’m permitted to say.”
Xiulan narrowed her eyes at the guard. A questioning without her presence would only serve those who wished to twist the narrative. Unacceptable.
“Thank you for your diligence.” She bowed slightly to the guard and walked away, scanning the perimeter wall of the central pavilion. The morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard walls, perfect cover for what she planned next.
“Miss? Miss, where are we going?” Mei Chen’s footsteps pattered behind her.
A promising spot emerged where the main pavilion’s wall intersected with Lord Tian’s courtyard. The stone surface offered enough handholds, and a decorative boulder provided the boost she needed. Xiulan turned to face her confused maid.
“Wait here, Mei Chen. This isn’t something you should be involved in.”
“Involved in what?” Mei Chen’s eyes darted between Xiulan and the wall. “Miss, you’re not going to—”
Xiulan planted her foot on the boulder, testing its stability. The jade silk dress restricted her movement, but she managed.
“Miss! Miss, please!” Mei Chen bounced anxiously.
The wall’s rough surface scraped against Xiulan’s palms as she pulled herself up. At the top, she balanced precariously and looked down at her fretting friend. “Gather everyone from Mother’s courtyard—any witnesses you can find. Bring them to the Central Pavilion’s entrance.”
Not waiting for a response, Xiulan swung her legs over and dropped to the other side, bending her knees to absorb the impact.
It was a narrow space, the walkway between the pavilion building and the perimeter wall. In both directions, the coast was clear, but that could change in an instant.
She brushed the dust from her robes. It wasn’t possible to completely erase the smudged from the wall climb, though. No matter. The dress serves its purpose either way.
She slipped through an unguarded side entrance, emerging into a hallway lined with startled servants. Their wide eyes tracked her progress, but none dared intervene as she strode past with purposeful steps. The sound of voices grew louder as she approached the main hall.
Lord Lin and Madam Zhang sat elevated on the county thrones, presiding over a line of witnesses that stretched toward the entrance. Xiulan melted into the crowd, positioning herself behind several taller attendants.
“Tell us again what you witnessed,” Madam Zhang demanded from her perch.
A servant bowed low. “I saw Miss Lin accost Young Master Jin on the garden path. She blocked his way deliberately.”
“She struck first,” another added quickly. “Drew her blade before Young Master Jin could defend himself.”
“The look in her eyes...” A kitchen maid shuddered. “She laughed while stabbing him. Boasted that he deserved worse.”
“We had to drag her away.” The groundskeeper wrung his hands. “She screamed that he should die, that she wouldn’t stop until—”
With each fabrication, Lord Lin’s face darkened further. His knuckles whitened against the throne’s armrests.
The crowd thinned as witness after witness stepped forward with their practiced lies. Xiulan clenched her jaw, counting breaths until only three people remained between her and the throne.
Madam Zhang’s satisfied expression shattered as she spotted Xiulan in the dwindling crowd. “What are YOU doing here!?”
Xiulan stepped past the remaining witnesses, a wry smile playing across her lips. “I heard such outrageous lies were being spewed this morning. I simply had to hear them for myself.”
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Notes are really important for keeping track of things when writing.
When I first started Demoness and ShipCore... I never did that really. ShipCore did have the helpful technical readouts for the ships, but I really didn't keep detailed notes on things.
Over the years, that's definitely changed and improved.
There are very helpful tools now to extract, plan, and organize a lot of information.
Here's an example from my new notes scrap book, detailing Lin Family Manor!
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# The Lin Family Manor
The Lin Family Manor is a grand, fortified estate that operates as a self-contained, bustling community, reminiscent of a small city. Surrounded by a sturdy stone wall, the manor opens only on the cliffside to embrace sweeping views over the plains and Blackmere City. The sprawling estate houses the Lin family, numerous retainers, specialized servants, a dedicated military force, and visiting dignitaries.
Designed with structure and hierarchy, the manor is divided into distinct sectors that carefully separate family residences, servant quarters, military housing, guest accommodations, administrative offices, and a number of unoccupied courtyards for future needs.
Two main gates control access to the estate: a grand entrance in the south for family and guests, and a separate western gate reserved for the military.
The architectural organization of the manor incorporates numerous courtyards, which serve as small clusters of buildings around central open spaces.
*Each courtyard area and pavilion is surrounded by its own wall, creating a series of smaller walled sections within the larger estate.*
These courtyards provide individualized spaces and ease of access for various members of the household and guests, each structured to reflect the rank and importance of its occupants.
Outside the manor walls, the surrounding landscape supports the estate’s needs with vegetable and herb farms, forests, streams, lumber camps, and workshops that supply essential resources for daily operations.
## Southern Sector (Main Entrance, Guest Facilities, and Grand Courtyard)
- *Grand Entrance Courtyard*:
Located just inside the southern gate, this grand courtyard serves as the formal entryway to the manor, paved with stone, lined with ornamental plants, and marked by elegant lanterns to impress visitors.
- *Guest Accommodations*:
- *Formal Reception Hall*: Positioned near the entrance, this grand hall is the main gathering area for receiving esteemed guests and conducting formal gatherings.
- *Guest Courtyards (6 units)*: Spacious courtyards with guest buildings attached, arranged for privacy while maintaining close access to the main southern entrance.
- *Secondary Guest Pavilions (4 units)*: Smaller, elegant accommodations spread across the southern sector, providing comfortable lodging options for various visitors.
- *Administrative Buildings*:
- *Administrative Offices*: Located in the northern section of the sector, these offices handle estate management and official matters.
- *Court and Assembly Hall*: Adjacent to the administrative offices and bordering the central sector and Lord Tian's Pavilion, this hall is used for family councils, legal matters, and formal assemblies.
- *Records Hall & Treasury*: Secure buildings positioned closer to the central family pavilions, used to store vital documents, family records, and valuables.
## Central Sector (Main Family Pavilions and Unoccupied Courtyards)
- *Main Family Pavilions*:
- *Lord Tian’s Pavilion*: The grandest structure, centrally located, complete with private halls, gardens, and a small internal courtyard.
- *Lin Zhang’s Pavilion*: Near Lord Tian’s, designed to reflect her high standing within the family as Lord Tian’s first wife.
- *Lin Jin’s Pavilion*: Close to Lord Tian and Lin Zhang’s quarters. Appropriate for Lord Tian’s official oldest son and official heir to the family.
- *Unoccupied Courtyards (8 units)*:
Scattered around the central sector, these courtyards include attached buildings but are currently unused. They’re available for potential future needs, storage, or additional lodging.
## Eastern Sector (Upper-Class Servants and Minor Family Courtyards)
- *Upper-Class Servant Quarters*:
- *Senior Servants' Quarters*: Living spaces for upper-class or specialized servants who directly assist the main family members, conveniently located near minor family courtyards.
- *Xiulan’s Quarters (Shared with Mei Chen)*: Within an upper-class servant building near Zhao Lian’s courtyard.
- *Minor Family Courtyards*:
- *Zhao Lian’s Courtyard*: A smaller, walled courtyard with attached living quarters, close to upper-class servant quarters for easy support.
- *Adjacent Unoccupied Courtyard*: Positioned directly next to Zhao Lian’s, supposedly empty, but housed Lin Jin’s concubine. Taken by Xiulan.
- *Zhang Wei’s Courtyard*: Similar in structure to Zhao Lian’s, located on the eastern side.
- *Lin Suyin’s Courtyard*: An additional minor courtyard in the eastern area, housing Lord Tian’s third daughter.
- *Kitchen & Storage Areas*:
Located near the upper-class servant quarters, the large kitchen and attached storage rooms provide food and supplies for daily estate needs.
## Western Sector (Military Facilities and Secondary Entry Gate)
- *Military Housing*:
- *Barracks*: Extensive housing for the estate’s military forces, accommodating a thousand soldiers with minimal but functional amenities.
- *Armory & Stables*: Situated next to the barracks, providing secure storage for weapons and armor as well as stables for horses.
- *Training Grounds*:
An open area near the military barracks, dedicated to drills, exercises, and physical training with necessary equipment and space. Access to the secondary entry gate.
- *Secondary Entry Gate (Military Access)*:
This western gate provides military personnel with separate entry and exit points, keeping their movements distinct from the main southern entrance.
## Northern Sector (Lower-Class Servant Quarters and Support Facilities)
- *Lower-Class Servant Quarters*:
- *General Servant Dormitories*: Positioned along the interior of the northern wall, these dormitories provide housing for lower-ranking household staff, with communal sleeping quarters and modest amenities.
- *Storage and Work Facilities*: Nearby rooms are designated for estate supplies, tools, and maintenance equipment, making them accessible to the lower-class servants for upkeep.
- *Servant Common Areas*:
Relaxation and common spaces for the lower-ranking staff, located conveniently near their living quarters.
## Northern Cliffside (Scenic and Family Gathering Areas)
- *Scenic Pavilion Overlooking the Cliffside*:
Built on the cliff’s edge, offering stunning views over Blackmere City and the plains below. It serves as a quiet retreat for contemplation and leisure.
- *Formal Gardens*:
Expansive landscaped gardens near the main family pavilions, with paths, ponds, and seating areas for family gatherings and relaxation.
## Outer Areas (Forest, Farmland, and Labor Facilities)
- *Southwest Forest and Lumber Operations*:
- *Forests and Streams*: These natural resources are positioned southwest of the manor, providing wood, water, and scenic beauty.
- *Lumber Camps and Sawmills*: Set within the forest, these facilities ensure a steady supply of building materials for the estate’s maintenance.
- *Agricultural Tracts*:
- *Vegetable and Herb Farms*: Situated between the manor and the forest, these farm tracts grow fresh produce and herbs for the estate’s kitchens.
- *Laborers' Workplaces and Quarters*:
- *Workshops & Sheds*: Positioned outside the manor walls, these workspaces handle blacksmithing, tool-making, and other crafts for daily upkeep.
- *Laborer Housing*: Modest accommodations for field laborers, located near the agricultural tracts and workshops.
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Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the sneak peak into the notes! They're very helpful to me when mentally navigating things, especially technical ones like this. The only thing better would be a nice map, but I have a hard time drawing stuff other than stick figures, haha.
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JHD
Thanks for the chapters.
