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Chapter 8: Poisonous ZephyrXiulan strode down the corridor toward her quarters, each step lighter than before. Mei Chen practically bounced beside her.

"This is wonderful news, Miss Xiulan! Your wardrobe needs attention, and now we can restore your collection of—"

"Let's not rush to spend everything." Xiulan pinched the bridge of her nose. If I'd waited one more day, I could have bought the ingredients without owing that favor to Master Qingfeng.

But maybe this was fine, too. Even if she owed a favor—that was a connection. Treasure Pavilion was ubiquitous and having access to them would be critical for just about any pursuit she followed.

A familiar figure appeared ahead in the corridor. Zhang Wei shuffled along, keeping his head down. Xiulan rushed forward, her heart racing as she spotted the purple-yellow marks on his face.

"Who did this?" Xiulan gripped his shoulders, examining the bruises.

"It's nothing." Zhang Wei attempted a weak laugh. "Just got hurt a little."

The forced cheerfulness in his voice made her stomach twist. Madam Zhang. Or the sisters. They're taking their anger out on him.

Xiulan pressed her fingers to her forehead, exhaling slowly. "You should spend time in my courtyard, Little Brother. Come visit your older sister more often."

"But aren't we returning to Lin Manor soon?" Zhang Wei kicked at the floor. "The festival's over..."

"We'll be departing in a few days," Mei Chen said quietly.

The unspoken truth hung heavy. Back at the manor meant Xiulan's return to the servant quarters, away from her current comfortable chambers.

One problem at a time. Xiulan squeezed Zhang Wei's shoulder. "Don't hesitate to come to me if you need help, understand?"

She turned to Mei Chen. "Is it time for lunch? I'm famished." She turned a smile toward Zhang Wei. "Would you like to eat with me, little brother?"

Zhang Wei bounced on his heels. "Yes! Can we eat in your room?"

Xiulan led them to her quarters where servants bustled about, already setting a low table with gleaming dishes and cutlery. Mei Chen worked methodically in the corner, organizing empty jewelry boxes into neat stacks.

"And then the fire-breathers shot flames so high!" Zhang Wei sprawled on a cushion, gesturing wildly. "The crowd went wild when they made dragon shapes!"

Xiulan smiled as he gave her a very in-depth version of the festival day.

The aroma of braised duck and ginger filled the room as servants carried in dishes. Steam rose from bowls of fragrant rice and vegetables in oyster sauce. This is different. According to her memories, meals usually comprised plain rice and simple vegetables.

Mei Chen beamed at the spread while maintaining a respectful distance. The joy in her eyes sparked an idea in Xiulan's mind.

"Mei Chen, join us."

"Miss Xiulan!" Mei Chen's eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly—"

"Sister's right!" Zhang Wei patted the cushion beside him. "There's plenty!"

The other servants stiffened, exchanging disapproving glances as they arranged the last dishes.

"Please." Xiulan gestured to the cushion. "I insist."

Zhang Wei reached for a piece of duck, but Xiulan caught his wrist. He blinked at her in confusion.

Xiulan pulled her silver poison sensing needle from her sleeve. The polished metal caught the light streaming through the open windows.

"What's that?" Zhang Wei leaned forward, squinting at the thin implement.

"Just a precaution." Xiulan dipped the needle into the duck first, watching for any reaction. The silver remained bright and untarnished. She moved methodically through each dish—the vegetables, the rice, the sauce. The needle stayed pristine through each test.

The soup broth remained. Steam curled invitingly from the ceramic bowl as Xiulan lowered the needle. The moment it touched the liquid, black smoke coiled up from the silver surface. The metal darkened to an oily sheen.

Mei Chen clapped both hands over her mouth. "Miss Xiulan!"

"What happened to it?" Zhang Wei reached toward the needle, but Xiulan pulled it away.

"This meal is poisoned." Xiulan's words cut through the room like a blade.

The servants froze mid-motion—one still holding a water pitcher, another adjusting place settings. Their faces drained of color.

Really? Xiulan pinched the bridge of her nose. I just left Father's hall. They couldn't even wait a full day before trying to kill me again?

Xiulan stood in one fluid motion. "Mei Chen, inform Father immediately."

"You—" She pointed at a servant near the door. "Fetch Physician Jin Wei."

The servants shifted nervously as Xiulan planted herself between them and the evidence. No tampering allowed.

Rapid footsteps echoed through the corridor minutes later. Lord Lin burst into the room, his face flushed red and eyes wide with panic. His gaze darted past Xiulan, landing squarely on Zhang Wei.

"What's happened to my son?" he demanded, his voice trembling beneath the harshness.

Xiulan bowed deeply. "Honorable Father—"

"Enough! Speak plainly," Lord Lin interrupted, his words a command more than a question, his eyes never leaving Zhang Wei. "Why was he brought here?"

Xiulan straightened, her voice steady. "The soup was poisoned."

The air seemed to freeze between them. Lord Lin's expression shifted from anger to fear, his face pale as he turned his gaze to Zhang Wei.

She could tell exactly what he was thinking and it… hurt. His second son had been put at risk.

"And how exactly would you know this?" Lord Lin's eyes narrowed at her.

Before Xiulan could respond, Jin Wei swept into the room. His robes rustled as he offered a quick bow.

"Examine this soup." Lord Lin jabbed a finger toward the steaming bowl. "My daughter claims it's poisoned."

There it is. Xiulan suppressed an eye roll. Heaven forbid he take my word for it or let me explain. At least this saved her from revealing the silver needle tucked safely in her sleeve.

Jin Wei lifted the bowl, swirling the liquid beneath his nose. He dipped a finger into the broth and touched it to his tongue. After a moment, he lowered the bowl and bowed to Lord Lin.

"My lord, the soup contains a powerful emetic. While not immediately lethal, it would cause severe illness lasting several days."

Lord Lin whirled toward the servants. "Who prepared this meal?"

The servants huddled together, heads bowed. Xiulan gripped Zhang Wei's shoulders, pulling him closer. Mei Chen pressed against her side, trembling.

"Speak!" Lord Lin's roar echoed off the walls.

A young servant dropped to her knees. "This lowly one helped prepare the soup, my lord."

"And?" Lord Lin loomed over her.

"Second Miss... Second Miss Lin Fei gave me a packet." The servant pressed her forehead to the floor. "She said it would help Miss Xiulan's digestion after her injuries."

Of course she did. Xiulan tightened her grip on Zhang Wei's shoulders.

"Guards!" Lord Lin's face darkened to purple. "Take this wretch to the courtyard and give her fifty lashes!"

The servant wailed as guards dragged her away. Zhang Wei flinched beneath Xiulan's hands. Xiulan bit her lip. That was almost certainly a death sentence.

Xiulan swallowed hard. "Father?"

"What is it?" Lord Lin snapped.

"This daughter requests permission to return to Lin Manor early, along with Brother Wei." Xiulan kept her tone steady despite the churning in her stomach.

Lord Lin rubbed his temples. "Yes, yes, that is a good idea. Things have been too chaotic. That could restore balance."

* * *

The carriage rocked gently as Xiulan settled onto the cushioned seat. Fresh straw crackled beneath the wheels while servants loaded the supply wagon behind them. Through the open window, the spring breeze carried hints of wood smoke and spices from the city's cooking fires.

"And then we can practice calligraphy together!" Zhang Wei bounced on his seat across from her. "Sister Xiulan always has the best brushstrokes. Don't you think so, Mei Chen?"

"Young Master speaks true." Mei Chen sat primly beside Xiulan, smoothing her simple gray dress. "Miss Xiulan's characters flow like silk."

A genuine smile tugged at Xiulan's lips as she watched the preparations through the window. The sound of marching boots drew her attention to Captain Bai Chen approaching the carriage in his polished armor.

"Honored Second Daughter." Bai Chen bowed crisply. "I regret I cannot escort you personally, but twenty of our finest guards will ensure your safety."

Xiulan leaned forward. "Tell me, Captain, will they truly keep us safe? Sometimes the greatest dangers are not those that lurk outside."

Bai Chen straightened, muscles tensing beneath his armor. He pressed his fist to his chest in a formal salute. "I selected each guard myself. Their loyalty lies with the Lin Family above all else. You have my word."

Loyalty means little if Madam Zhang's silver means more. Xiulan inclined her head. "Thank you for your diligence, Captain."

The city streets parted before their procession like water around stones. Merchants paused their haggling, children stopped their games, all bowing as the Lin family carriage passed. The gates loomed ahead, iron-bound wood groaning as they swung wide.

Beyond the walls, the countryside sprawled in spring's glory.

"The manor has the best view of the valley." Zhang Wei pressed against the window. "From the east tower, you can see all the way to—"

Xiulan half-listened to her brother's excited chatter, studying the terrain instead. The game never showed this route in detail. Her ride through it days prior had been done in an injured haze. She idly traced the concealed dagger in her sleeve.

The sun traced lazy arcs across the sky as their carriage rolled steadily onward. Xiulan calculated the distance in her mind—a day's journey at minimum, likely stretching into tomorrow. They'd need to make camp tonight, just as they had on their initial journey to Blackmere.

The thought of their previous travel sparked suspicion in her mind. The timing of their carriage accident seemed too convenient. Madam Zhang or those vipers she calls daughters must have had something to do with it. But proof was in short supply, especially since someone had ordered the wreckage burned rather than salvaged.

Destroying evidence of tampering, perhaps? The driver's death eliminated one witness, though Xiulan wondered if his demise had truly been accidental. A dead man couldn't reveal who had paid him to sabotage the carriage.

Although the bloody memory of the man dangling in the branches was enough to reconsider that. Maybe she was just grasping at straws.

The entire situation was a convoluted mess. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she could catch it.

"Miss Xiulan?" Mei Chen leaned forward. "Are you unwell?"

"Just tired." Xiulan massaged her temples. "Recent events have given me much to consider."

"Those monsters deserved everything you gave them!" Zhang Wei punched the air triumphantly.

Xiulan shot him a sharp look. "Careful with such words, little brother. The wrong ears could bring dire consequences."

Zhang Wei deflated slightly, but squared his shoulders. "I'll be more careful. But I want to help fight too!"

"I know you will." Xiulan reached across to ruffle his dark hair.

"Sister!" Zhang Wei ducked away from her hand. "Stop that!"

The carriage wheels crunched along the mountain path as they ascended through dense forest. Xiulan traced the familiar route in her mind—a plateau waited at the summit, followed by more woodland and a meandering stream that would guide them home. The Lin Manor sprawled across the mountainside like a small city, with grand pavilions for Lord Lin, Madam Zhang, and Lin Jin dominating the grounds.

Everyone has their own space except me. Xiulan drummed her fingers against the window frame. 

Her sisters' private courtyards, the countless guest halls, even the army of servants with their designated quarters filled the compound. Mother's tiny, neglected courtyard tucked away in a corner sparked a fresh wave of indignation. Even Zhang Wei claimed more space than Xiulan did.

That needs to change immediately. Privacy would be essential for her plans.

"Halt!" A shout pierced the afternoon quiet. The carriage lurched to a stop.

"What's happening?" Mei Chen gripped the seat cushion.

"Bandits?" Zhang Wei pressed his face against the window. "Will the guards fight them? I want to see—"

"Sit down." Xiulan pulled him back by his collar and peered outside.

A cluster of ragged men blocked the road ahead while Lin guards advanced with hands on their weapons. Dirt and desperation caked the strangers' faces as they refused to move.

Chapter 9: Sheltering Breeze

A guard rushed past the carriage, his armor clinking with each hurried step. "Stay inside! It's safer here," he barked, not even sparing a glance back.

Xiulan's eyes narrowed. Something felt off. The strangers didn't move like bandits. Their postures slumped with exhaustion, not aggression. Faces gaunt and clothes tattered, they looked more like beggars than threats.

"Miss Xiulan, please stay inside," Mei Chen pleaded, clutching Zhang Wei's arm.

Xiulan shook her head. "Hold on to little brother and keep him safe." She met Mei Chen's worried gaze, conveying a silent promise. "I'll handle this."

Mei Chen hesitated but nodded, pulling Zhang Wei closer. "Be careful."

Xiulan stepped out of the carriage, the cool air biting against her skin. She moved toward the front, each step calculated and steady. The guards shouted, dragging some of the ragged men to the ground, treating them like animals.

"What's going on here?" Xiulan's voice cut through the commotion.

The guards froze, eyes wide with shock. The ragged men dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed to the dirt. "Mercy, noble lady," they begged in unison.

The lead guard straightened, his face a mask of irritation. "Miss Lin, please return to the carriage. We'll deal with them quickly."

Xiulan's gaze hardened. "What is your name to command a daughter of the Lin Family's main house?"

Silence stretched as the guard's confidence faltered. He swallowed hard but said nothing.

"Release them," Xiulan ordered, her tone brooking no argument.

The guards hesitated before obeying, letting go of the men who scrambled to join their companions in kowtowing.

"Explain yourselves," Xiulan demanded, eyes scanning the desperate faces in front of her.

One man lifted his head slightly. "May I speak, noble lady?"

"Granted," Xiulan replied, crossing her arms.

The man raised his head slightly, revealing deep-set eyes and weathered skin. "We're woodsmen from the eastern forests near Lin Manor, noble lady. Three days past, our landclaim caught fire."

"A fire?" Xiulan studied the group more carefully now. Soot still stained their clothes and skin.

"Yes, my lady. The landlord showed no mercy. Evicted us straight away." The man's voice cracked. "We haven't eaten proper since then."

Another woodsman coughed, drawing Xiulan's attention to his bandaged arm. Burns peeked out from beneath the dirty wrappings.

"Why not head to Blackmere City?" Xiulan frowned. "It's not far."

The spokesman gestured to his companions. "Three of us suffered burns in the fire. We've only managed this distance in three days, and the city..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

"Has no one stopped to help you?" Xiulan glanced down the road. It was empty except for her group, but merchant caravans and official carriages would be passing regularly on the route.

"They either mistake us for bandits or..." The man's shoulders slumped. "Most folk don't want to dirty their hands with beggars."

Xiulan understood the cruel logic. These men, covered in dirt and soot, represented everything the wealthy travelers feared or despised. The nobles wouldn't risk their reputation by associating with commoners, while merchants wouldn't risk their profits on charity.

Xiulan frowned at the woodsmen's tale. Something didn't add up. The magistrate's office maintained strict protocols for handling displaced citizens, especially after disasters. Even a simple messenger should have reported this to her father or someone in charge days ago.

"We'll stop here and provide aid," Xiulan announced, turning to the guard leader.

The guard straightened his back. "Miss Lin, we cannot delay. Lord Lin and Captain Bai gave explicit orders to escort you and Young Master Wei directly to the manor."

Xiulan surveyed the clearing. The mountain pass opened wide here, creating a natural rest stop between the towering cliffs. Scattered stones formed rough circles around blackened patches of earth—remnants of previous campfires. Crude lean-tos made from branches and leaves dotted the perimeter.

"We'd need to make camp soon anyway." Xiulan gestured at the setting sun. "This spot seems as good as any."

The guard shifted uncomfortably. "Miss Lin, our orders—"

"Would you have the Lin family give up their duties to these people?" Xiulan straightened her spine. "Do you intend to cost my father further face?"

A ripple of murmurs spread through the guards. Several nodded, their rigid postures softening.

"We're barely a day from security." Xiulan pressed her advantage. "Our supplies can easily stretch to help these men. I'm not asking you to escort them back to the city—just share what we can spare."

The guard leader's shoulders sagged. He dropped into a deep bow. "You speak wisely, Miss Lin. We'll make camp here." He turned to his men. "Set up the perimeter! Get fires started!"

The guards sprang into action, unloading supplies from the convoy with practiced efficiency. Xiulan looked to the woodsmen and pointed to a cleared space off the main road. "Set up camp there. Help each other get settled."

The men shuffled toward the indicated spot, supporting their injured companions. The convoy wagons rolled off the path, their wheels crunching against loose gravel.

"Sister Xiulan!" Zhang Wei bounced on his heels next to the carriage. "Can I sleep here tonight? I'll protect our noble transport!"

Xiulan suppressed a laugh at his enthusiasm. "The carriage is yours to defend."

"Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen stepped closer, wringing her hands. "Are you certain about this?"

"Look at them." Xiulan nodded toward the group. "No weapons, and those burns are real enough. They need help, not suspicion."

"Of course." Mei Chen bowed slightly.

"Fetch the burn medicine from our supplies. The sooner we treat their injuries, the better."

The guards erected Xiulan's tent in a grassy clearing near a stand of trees. The canvas stretched taut, dwarfing the other shelters sprouting around the camp. Small fires flickered to life, but did little to ward off the growing chill.

"...weather's turning sour," a guard muttered nearby.

"Could get nasty if the wind picks up," another responded.

Xiulan lifted her gaze to the darkening sky. Heavy clouds rolled in from the west, promising an unwelcome spring shower. The threatening clouds didn't burst though, leaving an overcast evening sky that turned into a vivid pink hue. 

The aroma of cooking food wafted through the camp as guards distributed portions to the grateful woodsmen. Xiulan watched from her carriage as the men devoured their meals with desperate intensity, scooping rice and vegetables into their mouths.

"Sister Xiulan, try this!" Zhang Wei pushed a steaming bowl toward her. "The cook made extra dumplings for us."

Xiulan accepted the bowl. A quick test with her needle confirmed it was safe, not that she thought Zhang Wei would poison her or there was much of a risk at this point, but building the habit would be good.

The dumplings tasted good—perfectly spiced pork wrapped in soft folds. She glanced at Zhang Wei, who stuffed two dumplings into his mouth at once.

It didn't take long for her to finish her meal.

"Mei Chen." Xiulan set down her empty bowl. "I need you to speak with the woodsmen."

Mei Chen blinked. "Miss?"

"Find out about their landclaim, their landlord—anything they'll share." Xiulan adjusted her sitting position on the carriage step. "They might tell you more than they'd tell me."

"But Miss Xiulan, shouldn't you—"

"They won't speak freely to a noble." Xiulan smiled at her maid's confusion. "You're closer to their station. They'll trust you more."

Understanding dawned on Mei Chen's face. "I'll take care of it, miss." She nodded and headed toward the group of men.

"Why do you want to know about them, Sister?" Zhang Wei licked dumpling sauce from his fingers.

"The magistrate should have helped them already." Xiulan frowned at the makeshift camp. "Aid for displaced citizens is law, not charity. Something doesn't add up."

"You're so smart, Sister!" Zhang Wei bounced in his seat. "You helped these people and now you're going to find out what really happened!"

Xiulan reached out and tousled Zhang Wei's hair. He ducked away with a playful squeal.

"Maybe we'll learn something useful." She massaged her temple as a wave of dizziness washed over her. "Though I need to rest now. The day has been long."

"Are you okay?" Zhang Wei straightened up, concern etched across his face.

"Just tired. I'll retire to my tent." Xiulan stood carefully, steadying herself against the carriage. "Stay with the guards, okay?"

He nodded, but she could feel his eyes on her back as she walked off.

The interior of her tent provided blessed quiet. Xiulan sank onto the portable bed, staring up at the canvas ceiling. The fabric rippled softly in the evening breeze.

A strange disconnect settled over her. The old Xiulan would have ignored the woodcutters and would have cowered before the guard's authority. Yet here she was, questioning everything, helping strangers, and taking charge.

Zhang Wei and Mei Chen seemed to accept the changes without question. They followed her lead, trusted her judgment. But were these actions truly her own? As Li Mei, she had played Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles cautiously, rarely taking risks. Even in the game world, she had stayed in her comfort zone.

Yet these decisive actions felt right. Natural. As if Xiulan had always wanted to act this way but couldn't break free from her constraints. Was she simply enabling Xiulan's true nature to emerge?

Li Mei or Lin Xiulan?

The thought struck like lightning.

The line between them blurred more each day.

Her identity stretched thin between two lives, two sets of memories, two different souls. She pressed her palms against her eyes. 

The question echoed through her mind, impossible to answer: Which one was she?

Chapter 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 she 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 her 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 smudges 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 that such outrageous lies were being spewed this morning. I simply had to hear them for myself."

Chapter 13: Reckoning Storm

Silence crashed through the hall like a physical wave. Every eye fixed on Xiulan as she stood before the county throne.

"Who allowed you in here?" Madam Zhang's shriek pierced the quiet. "How dare you sneak about like a common thief!"

Lord Lin slammed his fist against the throne's armrest. "Enough!" His face reddened as he glared at Xiulan. "How could you attempt to murder your own brother? You betrayed this family—betrayed me!"

Xiulan dropped into a formal bow. "Honored Father, I have neither betrayed you nor our family name."

"She tried to murder my son!" Madam Zhang leaped to her feet. "Remove this viper from our family immediately!"

The silk of Xiulan's dress rustled as she straightened. "I apologize for stabbing Lin Jin, but I had no choice."

"So you admit to stabbing your brother Jin?" Lord Lin's words cut through the tension.

"I acted to protect my life." Xiulan gestured to her visible bruises. "Ask anyone how badly I was injured. Doctor Jin Wei's healing pill alone allows me to stand here today."

The fury in Lord Lin's expression wavered, confusion seeping through. He opened his mouth to speak—

The hall's side door burst open. Lin Jin stormed through, face twisted with rage. "Liar! The witnesses already told the truth. There's no need to listen to more of your deceptions—you tried to murder me!"

Xiulan straightened, fixing Lin Jin with an icy stare. "Which hall path did we meet in when this alleged attack occurred?"

Lin Jin blinked rapidly. "What?"

"A simple question. Where did this confrontation happen?" Xiulan took a step forward. "What time of day was it?"

"I—that's not—" Lin Jin's shoulders tensed.

"Perhaps you could tell Father what you were doing when we encountered each other?" The silk of her sleeve whispered as she gestured. "Or explain why I suddenly attacked you without provocation?"

"You ambushed me! I don't have to remember every detail!" Spittle flew from Lin Jin's mouth.

"Ambushed you?" Xiulan's laugh echoed off the pavilion walls. "Are you claiming that I, a sixteen-year-old girl, somehow dragged down a grown man who saunters about the manor mounted on horseback, surrounded by house guards, and wearing full armor?"

Lin Jin's mouth opened and closed as if he was gasping for air.

"Father." Xiulan turned to Lord Lin. "Your son lies."

"How dare you!" Madam Zhang's face flushed crimson. "This insolent—"

"I have witnesses waiting outside." Xiulan's words cut through Madam Zhang's tirade. "They can speak to the truth."

"We've heard enough!" Madam Zhang waved dismissively. "There's no need for—"

Lord Lin raised his hand, silencing his wife. "Bring them in."

Relief flooded through Xiulan as Mei Chen led two dozen ladies into the court. Their silk robes rustled against the floor as they assembled.

"Father, with your permission, I would like to question the witnesses." Xiulan maintained perfect posture despite her aching ribs and ankles. The wall had been taller than she had thought, maybe.

Lord Lin's gaze swept across the assembled women. "Permission granted. But know this—any witness found lying will receive one thousand lashes!"

One of Madam Zhang's earlier witnesses stumbled backward, face draining of color. Another turned and fled through the rear entrance, causing a ripple of whispers.

Xiulan ignored the commotion. "Mei Chen, step forward."

The young maid's hands trembled against her robes, but she lifted her chin and squared her shoulders as she approached.

"Tell the court what you witnessed," Xiulan said softly.

"Yes, Miss." Mei Chen drew a steadying breath. "Miss Lin had just arrived at Concubine Zhao's courtyard. They shared an emotional reunion over jasmine tea when—"

A muscle twitched in Lin Jin's jaw. Xiulan suppressed a smile.

"Young Master Jin burst into the courtyard." Mei Chen's voice grew stronger. "He shouted for Miss Lin to present herself immediately."

"And what happened when I came out?" Xiulan kept her tone gentle.

"He made demands." Mei Chen's fingers twisted in her sleeves.

"What exactly did my brother say?"

"He said—" Mei Chen straightened her spine. "'I am this family's heir, and you are far beneath me! Kowtow one hundred times before I teach you a lesson!'"

Silence crashed through the hall. Madam Zhang's face darkened to purple. Lord Lin's knuckles whitened against his armrest.

"Continue," Xiulan prompted. "What occurred after his... request?"

The color drained from Mei Chen's face. She crossed her hands tightly. "Miss Lin refused to kowtow. Then Young Master Jin—" Her voice cracked. "He rushed at Miss Lin and slammed her to the ground. When Concubine Zhao tried to help, he shoved her aside. Then he fell on Miss Lin and started beating her face."

"She lies!" Lin Jin lunged forward. "Lash this servant immediately!"

Lord Lin slammed his palm against the throne. "Silence!" The command echoed through the hall, freezing Lin Jin mid-stride.

Xiulan bowed deeply to her father. "Mei Chen, what attire did my brother wear during this encounter?"

"Full battle armor, Miss Lin." Mei Chen's voice steadied. "The ceremonial set with golden trim."

"Including gauntlets?"

"Yes, Miss. Metal encased his hands and forearms completely."

Xiulan turned to face Lord Lin. "This is when I drew my dagger, Father. With an armored man pinning me down, I feared for my life." The memory of the cutting violence that filled her mouth with copper made her shudder. "I attempted to cut him, to drive him away, but his armor deflected the blade. Only then did I..." She swallowed hard. "I stabbed beneath his arm, where the plates joined."

One by one, more witnesses stepped forward. Each account matched Mei Chen's testimony—the tea ceremony, Lin Jin's violent entrance, the assault. Relief flooded through Xiulan as understanding dawned in her father's eyes.

"How convenient." Madam Zhang's silken voice sliced through the moment. "But surely you notice the manor's servants can't keep their stories straight? Just earlier, there were many others who claimed the exact opposite!" A cruel smile curved her painted lips. "When testimonies conflict so severely, we must dismiss them entirely."

"What?" The word escaped before Xiulan could stop it.

Madam Zhang's smile widened. "Since these servants clearly don't know what they witnessed, we should disregard their confusion entirely." She gestured dismissively. "That leaves us with only two accounts—yours and my son's."

"Those witnesses lied!" Xiulan pointed at the departed servants. "Madam Zhang either bribed or threatened them into giving false testimony!"

The sound of Lord Lin's fist striking wood thundered through the hall. "Serious accusations demand serious proof." His eyes bore into Xiulan. "Who orchestrated these lies? Do you have evidence of bribery?"

Xiulan's throat constricted. The room tilted slightly as her confidence wavered. "I... I don't have direct proof, but—"

"You don't have proof?" Lord Lin's voice dropped dangerously low.

"No, Father." The words tasted like ash.

A triumphant smirk played across Lin Jin's features. "Father, Xiulan grows more unruly by the day. She quarreled with our sisters at Mother's birthday celebration and caused a shameful scene." He straightened his robes with practiced precision. "Her wild accusations only prove how she disrupts our family's harmony. Should we trust anything she claims? I could have died!"

Cold sweat beaded on Xiulan's neck. Just moments ago, understanding had flickered in her father's eyes. Now that light dimmed, replaced by growing doubt as he nodded along with Lin Jin's words.

Madam Zhang's painted lips curved into a predatory smile. The victory in her eyes sent ice through Xiulan's veins.

Lord Lin stood, his decision poised on the edge of his lips—and then the main gates to the court swung open with a resounding crash.

The seldom-used ceremonial entrance squealed loudly in protest, silencing the court's entire ensemble. Heads turned.

Xiulan's breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened as Lin Zhao Lian stepped into the hall, adorned in the most ornate wedding dress she had ever seen. Sea shell dust made the hems glitter, and gemstones traced the collar in intricate patterns. Three maids followed closely, ensuring the pristine red and gold robe remained untangled and immaculate.

The room held its collective breath as Zhao Lian moved forward with deliberate grace, each step echoing through the silent hall. She stopped in front of the throne, her presence commanding attention.

Madam Zhang's growl broke the silence. "Look at these theatrics," she sneered. "A desperate attempt to save her daughter."

Zhao Lian raised her chin, her voice ringing out with unwavering strength. "Husband! I call upon you for justice in this house!"

The declaration sent a dangerous ripple through the room. Madam Zhang's face twisted with fury, and Lin Jin's eyes blazed with anger. 

Xiulan felt a chill creep down her spine. Zhao Lian was just the third concubine now, but she had been Lord Lin's legitimate first wife once. That was why Xiulan held the title of second daughter despite her sister Suyin being older by a year.

But bringing up that fact was perilous. 

House Chao and Madam Zhang had long ignored Zhao Lian's former status, given how poorly Lord Lin had treated her after her demotion. By honor and tradition, Zhao Lian should have been the first wife by seniority. Lord Lin had pushed and bullied his way through that because Zhao Lian had become barren after giving birth to Xiulan. He wanted to please Madam Zhang, the mother of his precious male heir.

Xiulan clenched her fist, nails digging into her palm.

Lord Lin's face reflected his inner turmoil. He looked like he wanted to dismiss Zhao Lian outright, but faltered, uncertainty clouding his features.

Zhao Lian's eyes locked onto Lord Lin's, unyielding. "Husband," she repeated. "I demand you reclaim your honor!"

The silk of her mother's wedding dress rustled as she withdrew a golden scroll from her robes. Xiulan's breath caught at the rich gleam of the ornate case. The scroll unfurled with a soft whisper, rolling across the polished floor toward Father's throne.

"Although my family's elders are gone, my father is lost, and my brothers are buried, I remind you that our marriage contract bears the seals of Duke Min Jin and Duchess Anwen Yara as guarantors and witnesses!"

Xiulan shifted her weight, fingers twisting into her sleeves. The muscles in her back tensed as her mother's words echoed through the hall. The familiar scent of jasmine became a stark contrast to the mounting tension.

Zhao Lian's voice rose, sharp and clear as a temple bell. "You swore to uphold and protect me, the daughter of the Song Family! Yet a man stormed into my courtyard and berated my servants without a shred of dignity—worse than a rabid dog in the streets!"

A bead of sweat trickled down Xiulan's neck. The bruises on her ribs throbbed in time with her racing pulse.

"He struck Xiulan!" Zhao Lian's accusation pierced the air. "And when I tried to protect her, he struck me as well!"

Zhao Lian's arm shot out, finger pointed at Lin Jin like an arrow. "He tried to murder OUR daughter, in front of me, in my courtyard!"

Deep creases lined Lord Lin's face. The proud patriarch seemed to age years in mere moments, shoulders sagging beneath his official robes.

"This outrageous display—" Madam Zhang started.

"Silence!" Zhao Lian's voice cracked through the air like thunder. "If you ignore this transgression, if you forsake your sworn oaths, you prove yourself the lowest of men! Empty words and hollow promises—that's all you offered when you robbed my family's wealth!"

Xiulan's breath caught. The raw power in her mother's words sent ripples of shock through the assembled witnesses.

"Make your choice now." Zhao Lian's fingers tightened around the marriage scroll. "Deny me justice, and I will tear this writ to pieces and divorce you this instant! Ten million taels and ten thousand tracts of land—my full dowry returns to me. Blackmere's precious trade agreement with my maternal house will end today!"

Lord Lin crumpled onto his throne. His mouth worked soundlessly, authority stripped away by Zhao Lian's declaration.

Xiulan stared in awe at her mother. The gentle, resigned woman she remembered had vanished, replaced by an unstoppable force that obliterated Madam Zhang's scheme like a hammer to a teacup.

A flash of movement drew Xiulan's attention. Hatred blazed in Madam Zhang's eyes. Lin Jin's hand twitched toward his belt, where a dagger usually hung. The fury in their expressions promised vengeance.

Zhao Lian stood tall, unshakeable as a mountain. She had turned defeat into absolute victory with a few precisely chosen words and by leveraging her worth that had been disastrously cast away and then ignored.

But now it would be war.

Chapter 14: Preparing Wind

Xiulan followed her mother out of the pavilion, her steps light despite the lingering ache in her ankles. The familiar scent of jasmine drifted from Zhao Lian's ceremonial robes as they walked toward their courtyards.

Zhao Lian stopped and turned. "Xiulan, go to the western sector. Greet Captain Bai Chen and request the guards your father promised."

Nervous energy bubbled through Xiulan's chest. Zhao Lian stood serene as a mountain lake while her own hands trembled with leftover adrenaline. "I'd hug you, but it would get your dress—"

Zhao Lian stepped forward and wrapped Xiulan in her arms. The silk of her formal robes rustled as she stroked Xiulan's back. "There, there. You did well. Everything will be alright."

Xiulan released a shaky breath and stepped back, managing a small smile. "Yes. I'll return after speaking with the captain."

Zhao Lian nodded and glided away, her servants following in a practiced formation.

Mei Chen shifted beside Xiulan, fidgeting with her sleeve.

"Thank you." Xiulan touched her maid's shoulder. "We wouldn't have succeeded without your help today."

Mei Chen bit her lower lip. "I haven't forgiven you for climbing that wall and scaring me half to death, miss."

Xiulan smiled and then nodded toward the western grounds where the manor barracks stood. "Let's go find the captain."

The manor bustled with its usual activity despite the morning's courtroom confrontation. Servants scurried about, carrying trays of food and baskets of laundry. The distant clang of metal echoed from the training grounds as Xiulan and Mei Chen made their way. The guard's office stood near the barracks, a modest building with a sturdy wooden door.

Xiulan approached the door and knocked. A young guard opened it, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Miss Lin," he stammered, bowing deeply.

"I need to speak with Captain Bai Chen," Xiulan said.

The guard nodded and hurried off to find the captain. Xiulan and Mei Chen stepped inside, the room filled with the scent of leather and oil. Maps and weapons adorned the walls, hinting at the military nature of the room.

Mei Chen glanced around, her discomfort evident. "They should offer tea to the miss at least," she mumbled.

Xiulan smiled. "It's the military, Mei Chen. They're not accustomed to entertaining guests and ceremony is saved for battle plans."

Before long, Captain Bai Chen entered. He bowed deeply. "Miss Lin, I wish you good health."

Xiulan returned the bow. "Thank you, Captain Bai. The Third Concubine and I require twenty guards each for a permanent assignment at our courtyards. Lord Lin has ordered it."

Surprise flickered across Bai Chen's face. She guessed he probably hadn't heard about the confrontation yet.

He finally nodded without pressing for more. "Of course, Miss Lin. I can see to it before the day is over."

Xiulan took a deep breath. "I hope you can pick some loyal men for us who will be safe—Lord Lin's wish is that there be no more violence in his daughter's and Third Concubine's lives."

Bai Chen's brow furrowed. "All the soldiers of the manor are loyal, Miss Lin, or they would be cast out."

Xiulan raised her chin, meeting his gaze directly. "I don't doubt your men's loyalty, Captain. But some might be more loyal than others. My mother and I need men who will not be easily turned or bribed by Madam Zhang's coin or threats from my sisters and brother."

The captain paled, glancing around to ensure they weren't overheard. "The Second Daughter of Lin Family shouldn't talk so—"

"I'm sorry," Xiulan interrupted. "But I need to be direct. I was nearly murdered, and the confrontation in the court this morning was nearly cataclysmic."

Bai Chen's face drained of color. "Cataclysmic?"

Xiulan recounted the morning's events, describing how Madam Zhang's witnesses had fabricated their testimony. "Dear brother Jin claimed I attacked him without cause, but Zhao Lian's intervention changed everything. She threatened divorce if Father didn't address the situation properly."

The remaining color drained from Captain Bai's already pale face. His hands gripped the plates on his tassets.

"I'll personally select the most trustworthy guards for you." Captain Bai straightened his shoulders. "Men who value the family's honor as their own and hold it above all else."

She wasn't sure where he would find forty men like that, but she would have to trust him with the matter. "Thank you."

Captain Bai pressed his fist to his chest in a formal salute. "My loyalty lies with the Lin Family, always."

Xiulan bowed slightly. "The Second Daughter of the Lin Family appreciates your dedication."

She turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway.

"Yes? Did the young miss forget something?" Captain Bai asked.

"One of my courtyard guards should excel at weapons training, particularly with daggers, if possible."

Captain Bai's eyebrows drew together, but he nodded. "As you wish, Miss Lin."

Outside in the barracks, Mei Chen tugged at Xiulan's sleeve. "Why do you need a weapons trainer?"

"Because I have no idea how to properly use a weapon." Xiulan glanced at her maid. "And neither do you."

Mei Chen blinked rapidly.

"Next time, I shouldn't miss the heart." Xiulan shrugged. "I'm shocked Lin Jin survived—it reflects poorly on my skills."

"Miss!" Mei Chen's face turned ashen. "I haven't forgiven you yet. Please don't terrorize this poor servant."

Xiulan hummed and linked her arm through Mei Chen's as they walked toward Zhao Lian's courtyard.

Servants darted between buildings carrying fresh linens and lunchtime meals. The familiar scent of jasmine grew stronger as they approached her mother's courtyard.

Xiulan stepped through the moon gate and froze. Doctor Jin Wei sat with Zhao Lian in the garden, both holding delicate teacups. Zhao Lian had changed into a simple blue silk robe adorned with silver thread.

Xiulan approached and bowed deeply. "Thank you for the medicine you provided earlier, Doctor Jin. It helped tremendously with my injuries."

"That's precisely why I summoned him." Zhao Lian gestured to the empty seat beside her. "We need to ensure your face heals properly, without scarring."

Doctor Jin stood and nodded to Xiulan. "May I examine the wound?"

"Of course, that would be prudent." She took a seat and tilted her chin up. The doctor's careful fingers probed the tender flesh.

"I'm surprised you didn't take the medicine I prescribed initially." Doctor Jin stepped back with a frown. "It would have been more effective if prepared specifically for facial injuries."

A smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. "I found alternative healing—Heaven Grass tea. I saved your pill for emergencies, which proved fortunate."

"Indeed." Doctor Jin crossed his arms. "Given the extent of bruising and that cut, without the pill, you'd be in much worse condition. I'll prepare another specifically for your face."

"Thank you, Doctor Jin." Zhao Lian poured fresh tea into an empty cup.

Xiulan bowed her head. "Yes, thank you."

"This time, take it properly instead of hoarding it." Doctor Jin's stern expression softened slightly.

Xiulan laughed. "If you don't want me hoarding medicine, perhaps prepare an extra pill for emergencies?"

"Xiulan!" Zhao Lian set down her cup. "You shouldn't plan on being injured again. What did Captain Bai Chen say about the guards?"

"He'll personally select forty trusted men before nightfall." Xiulan accepted a cup of tea Zhao Lian offered.

Doctor Jin bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Xiulan called after him. "Could you make the pills smaller? They're rather difficult to swallow."

Jin Wei stopped and turned back, one eyebrow raised. "Does the young miss suddenly harbor an interest in medicine making?"

Xiulan set her teacup down. "I lack practical experience, but I understand the general principles. Couldn't you make a 'half-pill' version? I could double the dose when needed."

"And what recipe do you believe I used that can be divided in such a way?" Jin Wei crossed his arms.

The familiar terms from Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles flowed easily. "The previous one was likely a Mortal Blunt Restoration Pill. For my face, you'd use a Mortal Injury Pill, and perhaps a Mortal Blood Staunching Pill for emergencies?"

Jin Wei's eyes widened. "Haaah... I'm shocked." He stepped closer to the table. "I had no idea Miss Lin possessed even basic knowledge of such medicine."

"The recipe could be halved to reduce size?" Xiulan prodded.

"Possible, yes, though it would require more ingredients overall." Jin Wei stroked his chin. "The processing would be more delicate."

Xiulan waved her hand. "I can manage the normal-sized pill for my face with tea. For the emergency ones, smaller would be ideal."

Jin Wei bowed deeply. "I'll prepare both versions, with the emergency pills sized for easier consumption."

"Thank you, Doctor Jin." Xiulan inclined her head.

After he departed, Zhao Lian set down her cup with a soft clink. "Daughter, I didn't know you studied medicine."

Xiulan smiled at her mother across the table. "I plan to study many things in the future."

The tea session went well, and she spent a few hours simply chatting with her mother. It was all very focused on basic household things, but she did get some good tips on purchasing a new wardrobe and jewels cheaply while maintaining the quality.

Later, the new guards arrived all together in a group. She ordered them to assemble.

Xiulan inspected the forty men in neat rows before sunset. Each wore the standard Lin family armor—leather reinforced with steel plates—and carried well-maintained weapons. Instructor Han stood at attention beside her, his weathered face betraying hints of warmth beneath his professional demeanor.

"Your new quarters will be in the guest houses of my courtyard." Xiulan pointed toward the buildings flanking the primary residence. "Instructor Han will serve as your commander and assign two deputies, one for each house. Half of you will patrol here and the other at my mother's courtyard."

The guards exchanged quick glances. A few shifted their weight.

"House Lin employs many soldiers, but Zhao Lian and I have none. Until now." Xiulan squared her shoulders. "You are our people now. Protect us well, and we'll ensure you're cared for. Should emergencies arise, speak with your leaders or come to me directly."

Murmurs rippled through the ranks. Such arrangements defied normal protocol.

After dismissing the guards, Xiulan beckoned Instructor Han to follow. They found Mei Chen struggling with a heavy wooden chest in the main building.

"Here." Xiulan gripped one end of the chest. Instructor Han stepped forward and lifted it easily, positioning it against the bedroom wall. Together, they relocated the wardrobe beside the new bed.

"Thank you for your help." Xiulan turned to face them both. "Now, about combat training. Mei Chen and I need instruction with daggers. I'd also like to learn other weapons—I'm particularly interested in spear work."

From what she knew, spears were very effective and much easier to master than the blade. It would also help make up for her lack of reach and size due to her gender.

Mei Chen nodded without protest this time.

"Miss Lin." Instructor Han frowned. "While dagger training makes sense, why learn additional weapons?"

"Because I wish to learn." Xiulan met his gaze. "Can you help?"

Instructor Han bowed. "I can prepare suitable lessons. When would you like to begin?"

"Mei Chen, do you have your dagger?" Xiulan asked.

A blush colored Mei Chen's cheeks as her hand went to her leg before she nodded.

Xiulan drew her own blade from its sleeve sheath and showed it to Instructor Han. "How about right now?"