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Chapter 15: Training BreezesPaper lanterns cast dancing shadows across the garden as Xiulan absorbed Instructor Han's lessons. The evening air carried a slight chill, but the focused instruction kept her mind sharp.

"Physical conditioning must become part of your daily routine." Instructor Han said as he demonstrated a basic stance. "Morning and evening, whether I'm here or not."

"What exercises should we do?" Xiulan asked.

"Start with stretches." Han moved through several positions. "Then twenty squats, followed by arm circles. Repeat this five times with a short rest between each set. We will build up to more challenging movements as your strength improves."

Xiulan glanced at her robe's flowing sleeves. "These will make training difficult."

"Indeed." Han nodded. "You might consider wearing pants for practice sessions."

Mei Chen gasped. "Pants? But that's so..." She trailed off, fidgeting with her sleeve.

"More shocking than wielding daggers?" Xiulan raised an eyebrow. Certainly, ladies training in martial arts was not proper, but there was no lack of female martial artists in the world, so it wasn't that scandalous.

Although almost all of those female martial artists were on the immortal side of things. So Mei Chen's reaction was somewhat understandable.

"I—" Mei Chen blushed. "I hadn't thought of it that way."

Han outlined specific movements they could practice while wearing robes. "Tomorrow afternoon, we'll begin proper weapons training. For now, focus on these conditioning exercises in the morning."

After Han departed with a respectful bow, Xiulan turned to Mei Chen. "We need a privacy wall installed around this garden. And inform the staff that only guards, Instructor Han, and our female servants are permitted here."

"Yes, Miss Xiulan."

"Also, acquire some spare training outfits from the soldiers for tomorrow's session." Xiulan adjusted her sleeve. "We'll need appropriate attire for our unlady-like activities."

Mei Chen maintained perfect composure while bowing. "I'll see to it immediately, Miss Xiulan."

***

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the paper screens as Xiulan sipped her tea. Jin Wei's healing pill went down hard, but she was pleased with the four smaller black orbs she pocketed. The Doctor did quick work.

She looked over at her friend. "Time to fetch those soldier outfits, Mei Chen. We should start our exercises before it gets too warm."

"It seems strange that martial training begins with running around in circles." Mei Chen arranged the breakfast dishes with practiced efficiency.

A smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. "What could be more essential than moving freely with strength? These beautiful robes might showcase status, but they bind us like decorative cages."

Mei Chen disappeared briefly before returning with two neatly folded uniforms. The fabric looked softer than standard military gear, already altered to fit a more feminine frame. Xiulan stared at the modified clothing with surprise. "I thought we'd need to adjust these now."

"I stayed up after you retired, Miss." Mei Chen ducked her head shyly. "I predicted you'd want to begin right away."

"Excellent, thank you." Xiulan examined the larger uniform before glancing at the second one. "Though this one looks rather loose for you."

"M-me?" Mei Chen squeaked, nearly dropping the teapot.

"Of course!" Xiulan grinned at her maid's shocked expression. "Did you think I'd train alone?"

It was hard not to laugh as she turned the tables and helped Mei Chen get dressed for once. The upbeat feeling didn't evaporate as they headed into the back garden.

The guard uniform's rougher fabric brushed against Xiulan's skin as she stretched her arms overhead. Freedom of movement surged through her limbs—it felt entirely natural. Which made sense—her past life was fully accustomed to living in trousers and jeans.

"Miss Xiulan!" Mei Chen stared wide-eyed as Xiulan kicked her leg out experimentally. "Someone might see!"

"Let them look." Xiulan twisted at the waist, relishing the unrestricted motion. Through the courtyard entrance, workers hammered posts for the privacy fence. "Though I suppose we might start some interesting rumors."

"Please don't even joke about that!" Mei Chen tugged at her own borrowed uniform.

Xiulan led them through the exercises Instructor Han prescribed. Then she added more. Memories of Li Mei's occasional gym visits guided her movements as she demonstrated proper form for jumping jacks and lunges. Mei Chen mimicked each motion, growing more confident with each rep.

Sweat darkened their clothes and plastered hair to their foreheads as they finished the final set of squats. Xiulan wiped her brow with her sleeve. "We definitely need baths after this."

"I'll arrange one for you right away." Mei Chen turned to leave.

"Wait." Xiulan caught her arm. "Have them prepare two baths. You need one as well."

"Oh no, I couldn't!" Mei Chen shook her head frantically. "A washcloth will suffice for me."

"I insist." Xiulan straightened her spine. "I ordered you to exercise, so I'll ensure you're properly cleaned up afterward."

"But Miss—"

"We both need to look impeccable." Xiulan released her grip. "No arguments."

Mei Chen's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yes, Miss Xiulan."

Maybe others and Mei Chen would find her treatment of her maid strange, but Xiulan couldn't help it. Mei Chen had been by her side since the beginning. Without her help, everything would have come undone badly.

Her sisters related to her by blood were horrible. Sister Suyin was at least on better terms, but they had barely exchanged a single sentence since she had woke up as Xiulan.

She understood the gulf between her station and a servant in the setting, but…

For Li Mei, her maid was essentially her friend, considering how much time they spent together. If Mei Chen had been her roommate, life would have been far more bearable, and that had nothing to do with being waited on hand and foot.

After being cleaned up by the other servants, Xiulan moved to her room. Mei Chen returned soon after, dressed in her servant's robe and looking refreshed.

Steam rose from a porcelain teacup as Xiulan savored the fragrant blend. "Mei Chen, we should check on our woodsmen guests."

"Of course, Miss Xiulan. Shall I arrange for guards?"

"Two escorts." Xiulan eyed the sparse decorations in her room. "No—make that three. We'll need help to carry supplies back."

While Mei Chen went to arrange that, Xiulan got dressed.

Sunlight glinted off the embroidered browns and golds of her robe as servants adjusted the final layers. The fabric whispered against the wooden floor as she headed out to her courtyard's central garden.

After a few minutes, Mei Chen and the arranged group assembled. Xiulan led them out the moon gate without hesitation.

The central sector sprawled before them as they navigated toward the minor guest courtyards. Mei Chen leaned close. "Turn left at the cherry tree, Miss."

Xiulan nodded and followed the direction. After a few more buildings passed, she spotted the woodsmen through an open gate. They huddled together on cushions, shoulders tense and backs rigid. They still aren't comfortable with such care and luxuries.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she imagined Madam Zhang's horror at commoners occupying honored guest chambers. The spokesman noticed her presence first. Bodies hit the floor as the entire group kowtowed to her.

"Please, stand up." Xiulan waved dismissively. "If you wish to honor me, avoid making a scene."

They scrambled to their feet. The spokesman bowed. "The manor's hospitality exceeds our worth, My Lady."

"Have you been treated well?"

"Yes, Miss Lin. The food and care are more than we deserve."

Xiulan exchanged glances with Mei Chen. "Perhaps we could sit and discuss a few matters?"

She settled onto a cushion, spreading Mei Chen's detailed report across her lap. The parchment crinkled as she smoothed it out. "Your group produces sandalwood products?"

"Yes, Miss Lin." The spokesman nodded. "Our tract specializes in rare sandalwood trees."

"And who manages this land?"

"Official Zhang Huan—he's served the Lin family for fifteen years."

Xiulan traced her finger down the report. "How common is this particular sandalwood?"

"Very rare, Miss. Our workshop produced the only finished sandalwood goods in Blackmere County."

"Yet Official Zhang evicted you because of a workshop fire?" Xiulan lifted her gaze from the report. "The trees remained untouched?"

"Correct, Miss. The fire destroyed our homes and workshops, but didn't reach the forest."

"Everything burned at once?" Xiulan leaned forward. "Were the buildings clustered together?"

"No, Miss." The spokesman shook his head. "We spaced everything apart for safety. The simultaneous fires shocked us all—but it gave Official Zhang grounds to cancel our claim since our facilities were gone."

Xiulan rolled the report closed. "I'd like to investigate this matter further. Would you and your men consider staying a few more days?"

"Of course, Miss Lin." The spokesman bowed. "Your kindness already exceeds our hopes."

Sunlight warmed the flagstones as they stepped back outside the courtyard and onto the main walkway. Mei Chen stepped closer. "Miss Xiulan, do you suspect someone planned this?"

"Without question." Xiulan adjusted her sleeve. "Buildings spread apart don't spontaneously combust together. Someone orchestrated the destruction. The real mystery is why."

"How can we learn more?" Mei Chen wrung her hands together, casting furtive glances at the woodsmen they left behind.

"We'll need to investigate the landlord's dealings." Xiulan adjusted her sleeves. "That means infiltrating the County Admin."

"Infiltrating?" Mei Chen squeaked. "Miss!"

Xiulan laughed at her maid's scandalized expression. "Not us personally. We'll find an official who won't draw attention—someone who can access the information without raising suspicions." She steered them toward her mother's courtyard. "Mother might know someone suitable."

As they entered and moved through the garden, the familiar scent of jasmine tea wafted through the air. They found Auntie Lan sitting alone at a small table, enjoying her tea amid the blooming flowers.

"Auntie Lan," Xiulan called softly.

Auntie Lan looked up, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Xiulan, what a pleasant surprise."

She started to stand up, but Xiulan took a seat quickly enough to not trouble her mother's most trusted servant. Instead, she wasted no time and explained the circumstances with the woodsmen and asked for help.

"Official Bo Qin—my cousin—works in the manor's administration," Auntie Lan offered. "He could assist with such inquiries."

"Perfect," Xiulan smiled.

"I'll arrange a meeting for tomorrow." Auntie Lan gestured toward the main residence. "Will you stay? Your mother would love to visit."

"Send my love and respects," Xiulan bowed slightly. "I need to purchase items for my courtyard today."

"Ah, you should have planned this!" Auntie Lan set down her teacup. "You and your mother could have shopped together."

A pang of regret tightened Xiulan's chest. "I didn't think far enough ahead to invite her. Though I'd love to arrange something for the future."

"I'll inform the lady." Auntie Lan stood up and bowed deeply.

Xiulan stood up as well and sighed. She hadn't meant to interrupt the elderly woman's tea, but it was what it was. There was possibly a level to the culture that Xiulan's experiences would never override Li Mei's own.

They headed back out of the courtyard and into the manor. Today was turning into quite the busy travel trip. 

Sunlight streamed through the latticed windows as Xiulan led Mei Chen and their guard toward the manor market. A wooden walkway creaked beneath their feet, marking the group's progress.

There weren't very many shops on the concourse, but there were also far fewer customers. Her rank acted like a VIP pass regardless, and just the act of entering a shop would cause it to close for every other customer.

It made her feel guilty, but…

Li Mei sighed. It was what it was? How many times would she need to think that today?

Shopping for dresses came first.

Xiulan examined each robe with practiced efficiency, selecting six in different tones of blue and green. The simple designs would serve well for daily wear without drawing unwanted attention. The shop promised to have them sent over to her courtyard before the end of the day.

"The beds next." Xiulan strode toward a furniture merchant's stall. Practical wooden frames caught her eye—sturdy construction without ornate carvings that would drive up the cost. "We'll need twenty double bunks for the guards, plus five for household staff." She pointed to a stack of woven reed mattresses. "Those will do nicely."

Tables and chairs followed, along with storage chests and practical shelving. Then came the knickknacks and smaller items. These they would carry back themselves. 

Her third bodyguard's arms trembled under the weight of the sample pieces while servants scurried back and forth with written orders for the bulk items. She selected oil lamps, cooking implements, and basic dining ware—everything needed to transform empty rooms into livable quarters.

"I believe that's enough for today." Xiulan eyed the guard's precarious hold on their purchases. The poor man looked ready to collapse under the mountain of goods. Mei Chen was kind enough to take a few things off the top that looked like they were about to tumble.

The trip home was quick. At the courtyard entrance, a servant intercepted them, bowing to Mei Chen before passing over two letters.

"Letters for you, Miss Xiulan," Mei Chen informed her.

"From whom?" Xiulan accepted the papers.

The first carried a delicate lavender scent, Lan Yue's name inscribed in elegant calligraphy across the seal. The promised tea party—Xiulan pressed her lips together. After Lin Jin's incident, she needed her mother's counsel before responding.

The second letter bore the golden seal of the Treasure Pavilion. Xiulan broke the wax with eager fingers, unfolding the crisp parchment. Master Qingfeng's brief message confirmed delivery of her purchases to Lin Manor within two days.

Two days!

Finally!

Chapter 16: Rising Tumult

Dawn painted the garden in soft hues as Xiulan fought back another yawn. The guards shuffled into formation, their leather armor creaking against the morning silence. Mei Chen emerged from behind a decorative screen, her new training outfit fitting perfectly against her small frame—the alterations had worked wonders.

Xiulan smiled at her young maid before turning to address the assembled guards. "Attention!"

Twenty pairs of boots snapped together as backs straightened.

"Starting today, half of you will join me for morning exercises right here. We'll rotate weekly to accommodate your guard schedules." Xiulan clasped her hands behind her back.

A guard in the front row cleared his throat. "Miss Lin?"

"Speak."

"You intend to train with us?" Uncertainty tinged his words.

Xiulan glanced down at her practical guard attire—a stark contrast to her usual silk robes. "Indeed I do." 

She adjusted her sleeve. "Though Mei Chen and I lag far behind your capabilities, we'll start with basic exercises. Instructor Han will help us advance quickly." 

She swept her gaze across the assembled men. "The morning workout won't take long. You can return to your regular duties or training afterward."

Xiulan nodded to the guard who spoke. "You'll lead the count and direct our morning workout today."

"Yes, Miss Lin!" He saluted crisply and stepped to the side. "Everyone prepare!"

The guards spread out to the proper arm's length, their movements precise and practiced. Xiulan took her position at the front beside Mei Chen, mimicking the stance of the lead guard.

Then things got intense, fast. The guards probably didn't know Instructor Han had told them to keep it light at first.

Sweat trickled down Xiulan's neck as she pushed through another set of exercises. The morning sun beat down mercilessly, and her muscles screamed in protest. Beside her, Mei Chen stumbled, catching herself before straightening with renewed determination. They persevered through the grueling routine until the final exercise ended.

The guards dispersed, leaving Xiulan and Mei Chen trudging toward the bathhouse. Their clothes clung to their skin, evidence of the morning's exertion.

"Miss Xiulan?" Mei Chen dabbed at her forehead with a sleeve. "Why include the guards in our training? Wouldn't it be easier to practice alone?"

A smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. "Interaction breeds familiarity. That familiarity creates stronger bonds than abstract concepts like duty to the Lin family." She lowered her voice. "Perhaps even stronger than Madam Zhang's bribes."

"Miss!" Mei Chen drew in a sharp breath. "Such dangerous talk... and please don't speak that woman's name. It sullies your tongue to even mention her."

Xiulan stopped walking and studied Mei Chen's flushed face. The timid maid she'd known just days ago had grown bolder. Pride swelled in her chest. She grabbed Mei Chen's arm playfully. "Let's bathe together. I'll wash your back."

"Miss!" Mei Chen yanked free and backpedaled, face blazing red. "That's—that's improper! I should be washing your back!" She spun and fled toward the bathhouse, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Xiulan followed with a happy trill escaping her throat. The bath was quick but pleasant.

Steam curled around her as she stepped out, wrapping herself in a soft cotton robe. Mei Chen appeared at the doorway, already dressed in fresh clothes with her damp hair neatly braided.

"Miss Xiulan, please let me attend to your hair properly." Mei Chen gestured to a low cushioned seat. "It's been neglected these past days."

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Mei."

The wooden comb slid through Xiulan's dark strands with practiced precision. Each stroke sent pleasant tingles across her scalp. Xiulan closed her eyes and savored the peaceful moment.

"Is that enough?" Xiulan asked a little while later, after Mei Chen showed no hint of stopping.

"Oh no, Miss! Only two hundred strokes so far—eight hundred remain." Mei Chen continued her methodical combing.

Xiulan released a dramatic puff of air. "A thousand?"

"Yes, Miss. That's the proper number." Mei Chen paused. "Should I increase it?"

"No, no. Carry on." Xiulan closed her eyes, surrendering to the rhythmic strokes. The gentle tugging at her scalp melted away lingering tension from their morning workout. Perhaps I should ask for a back massage too...

Quick footsteps approached, and a servant bowed, extending a folded paper. "A message for you, Miss Lin."

Xiulan broke the seal and scanned the contents.

"Good news, Miss?" Mei Chen asked without breaking her steady combing rhythm.

"Official Bo Qin agreed to meet us this morning at the administration building." Xiulan straightened. "He seems willing to investigate Zhang Huan and the sandalwood incident."

"Mmm." Mei Chen hummed softly. "Just a few more minutes to finish, Miss."

Anticipation coursed through Xiulan's veins, urging her to spring into action. But Mei Chen's firm grip on her hair and unwavering focus kept her anchored to the cushion. Since when did my little maid gain such authority?

"All finished, Miss." Mei Chen stepped back from the cushion.

Xiulan sprang up, adjusting her robes. "Perfect! Let's—"

"Miss! Your hair braids!" Mei Chen grabbed Xiulan's sleeve. "And the hairpin!"

A groan escaped Xiulan's lips as she slumped back onto the cushion. "You'll make me look like some spoiled princess."

"Yes." Mei Chen beamed with such genuine warmth that Xiulan's protests died in her throat.

The next hour crawled by as Mei Chen wove intricate patterns into Xiulan's hair. Each twist and turn was completed with absolute precision, punctuated by the occasional sharp tug when Xiulan fidgeted too much.

"We're just going to the administration building." Xiulan drummed her fingers against her knee. "Only stuffy officials and dusty ledgers await us there. It doesn't matter…"

Mei Chen lifted her chin, meeting Xiulan's gaze in the bronze mirror. "Of course it matters! You've been running around without maintaining proper appearances." She secured another pin with practiced efficiency. "A proper lady must always present herself well."

Xiulan adopted her most innocent expression, though her thoughts drifted to the cultivation materials that were on the way. What will you do, little Mei Chen, when I start breaking bones and cracking meridians?

Xiulan reached for the lacquered writing box on the nearby table, careful not to disturb Mei Chen's precise movements with her hair. The ink brush glided across fresh paper as she penned two brief notes—one to Mother and another to Lan Zhao—explaining her destination and expressing gratitude for their support.

"There." She pressed her seal into the ink and marked both messages. "Please deliver these immediately."

A servant bowed and departed with the letters while Mei Chen secured the final ornament in Xiulan's elaborate hairstyle.

Finally, they could go! 

Two guards fell into step behind them as they exited the courtyard.

Morning sun warmed the cobblestones as they approached the imposing administrative pavilion. Its sweeping eaves cast intricate shadows across the courtyard where clerks and officials hurried about their business. A scholarly official in pressed robes intercepted them at the entrance, adjusting his cap as he approached.

"How may I assist you today?" The official's gaze flickered between Xiulan and her escorts.

Mei Chen stepped forward, spine straight. "The Second Daughter of Lin Family is here for her meeting with Official Bo Qin as promised!"

"Ah, yes." The official dipped into a practiced bow to Xiulan. "Please, follow me while Official Bo is notified of your arrival."

They followed him through winding corridors lined with shelves of scrolls and ledgers. The scent of ink and paper permeated the air. Their guide slid open an ornate door, revealing an intimate tea room furnished with carved chairs and reading tables.

"Please make yourselves comfortable." The official gestured inside. "A servant will attend to you shortly."

True to his word, a servant appeared moments later carrying a tea tray. The young man arranged cups with practiced efficiency and poured steaming liquid into each vessel before withdrawing with another bow.

Xiulan retrieved her silver poison sensing needle from within her sleeve. With subtle movements, she dipped the metal into her cup, watching for any telltale discoloration. The silver remained unchanged. She caught Mei Chen's eye and nodded slightly.

Mei Chen's face drained of color as understanding dawned. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted her own cup.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor before Bo Qin appeared in the doorway. The middle-aged official bowed deeply, his scholarly robes rustling against the wooden floor.

"Miss Lin, I trust you're well?" Bo Qin straightened and adjusted his cap. "Cousin Lan's note reached me this morning."

"Official Qin." Xiulan gestured to the empty seat. "Thank you for meeting us so promptly."

Bo Qin settled onto the cushioned chair and produced several scrolls from his sleeves. "I've gathered some preliminary documents, though it would help if you explained the situation directly."

Xiulan took a measured sip of tea. "We encountered a group of woodsmen on the road—injured and homeless after a suspicious fire destroyed their workshop." She described the details of their encounter, the timing of the blaze, and Zhang Huan's involvement in their eviction. The failure of the manor to take care of them.

"Most peculiar." Bo Qin stroked his short beard. "The timing especially raises questions. Aid should have been immediate, yet they were cast off until you found them." He spread several documents across the table. "These detail Zhang Huan's dealings within the manor. Fifteen years of service creates quite a paper trail."

"You prepared these already?" Xiulan raised an eyebrow.

"When Cousin Lan sends a note, one learns to be thorough." Bo Qin stood. "Let me fetch the additional records while you review these."

After Bo Qin departed, Xiulan and Mei Chen pored over the documents. Numbers filled countless columns—land transactions, revenue reports, and property assignments spanning years of meticulous record-keeping.

"Miss Xiulan, look at these figures." Mei Chen traced a finger down a column. "The income from his managed properties has decreased significantly."

Xiulan compared the earliest records to recent entries. The difference startled her—revenue had dropped to less than half its original amount. Each reduction came with neat explanations: poor harvests, maintenance costs, market fluctuations. Viewed individually, each note seemed reasonable. But combined with the woodsmen's situation...

Bo Qin returned, arms laden with fresh scrolls. The weathered paper rustled as he spread them across the table. "These contain merchant records detailing sandalwood trade throughout the county."

Xiulan unrolled the nearest scroll, scanning the neat columns of transactions. One detail leaped from the page. "House Chao holds exclusive rights alongside us?" She tapped the merchant seal. "Madam Zhang's family maintains the only other sandalwood operation in Blackmere?"

"Indeed." Bo Qin adjusted his cap. "While sandalwood represents a modest portion of our overall commerce, it generates substantial revenue." He pulled out a ledger and pointed to the bottom line. "The Lin family earns nearly a million taels annually from this venture alone."

A sharp intake of breath drew Xiulan's attention. Mei Chen pressed both hands against her mouth, eyes wide with shock.

Xiulan expelled a long breath through her nose. "How did such significant dealings escape my father's notice?"

"An excellent question." Bo Qin straightened his robes. "If you prefer not to address this matter yourself, I can find appropriate channels to bring these concerns to Lord Lin's attention."

The implications twisted through Xiulan's mind like thorny vines. "Please wait." She smoothed the scroll before her. "I need time to investigate thoroughly. There might be more evidence to uncover."

Bo Qin's brow furrowed. "What exactly do you suspect?"

"These events might seem unrelated." Xiulan leaned forward. "But what if Zhang Huan's actions form part of a larger scheme? A calculated effort to undermine House Lin?" She lowered her voice. "Consider the possibility that Madam Zhang orchestrated this to funnel funds from our family directly to House Chao."

Bo Qin straightened his robes and nodded. "I'll continue investigating discreetly. Some of my clerks can be trusted to help compile additional records." He sat down and began to ink multiple letters.

Xiulan leaned closer to examine another scroll. Beside her, Mei Chen devoured document after document. The young maid's natural talent for numbers startled her—she'd never have guessed her quiet servant possessed such skills.

Sunlight shifted across the floor as hours passed. Xiulan rubbed her temples, fighting off a headache from the endless columns and tables. "We need to take a break." She rolled her shoulders to ease the tension. "Official Bo, might I borrow some of these documents? I'd like to study them more thoroughly."

Bo Qin hesitated, fingers drumming against his desk. He stared at the bronze-colored scrolls for a few seconds. "These are official records..."

"I'll ensure their safe return." Xiulan met his gaze steadily. "You have my word."

"Very well." Bo Qin relented with a quick bow. "Please handle them with utmost care."

He produced a lacquered box, and Mei Chen began arranging the scrolls with methodical precision. Each document nestled perfectly against the others, protected by layers of silk cloth.

After a promise to converse on the matter more the next day, Xiulan led the way toward the exit. As they walked through the corridors, Mei Chen glanced at the box in her arms. "What will you do with all this information, Miss?"

"If these records prove Madam Zhang's involvement, we could finally—" Xiulan paused as a clerk hurried past.

"But Miss, shouldn't we leave well enough alone? Your mother already won the last confrontation."

Xiulan pulled Mei Chen into an alcove. "This won't end because of one victory. Mother's challenge knocked them off balance, but they'll strike back harder now."

"But everything's been so peaceful these past two days." Mei Chen clutched the document box tighter.

"That's exactly what worries me." Xiulan shook her head. "This quiet? It's just the calm before the storm."

"I hope you're wrong, Miss." Mei Chen whispered, eyes downcast.

Her guards rejoined them as soon as she was out of the building, and the trip back to her courtyard was uneventful.

When she rounded the corner into her courtyard, Xiulan paused at the sight of gathered servants. Lan Zhao stood at their head, straight-backed and dignified despite her age.

"Miss Xiulan." Lan Zhao bowed. "I've completed the staff selection. Half come from your mother's trusted circle, and the rest proved their loyalty through years of dedicated service."

The assembled servants bowed in unison. Xiulan studied their faces—some familiar, others new, but all bore expressions of sincere dedication.

"Thank you all for choosing to serve in my household." Xiulan smiled warmly. "Your trust means everything." She turned to Lan Zhao. "Let's celebrate with a proper tea ceremony in the main hall."

"An excellent suggestion, Miss." Lan Zhao gestured for the servants to follow.

Xiulan strode toward the main hall, her steps light with anticipation. The polished wood of the door felt cool beneath her fingers as she slid it open.

A dark shape dangled from the ceiling.

Screams erupted behind her. The putrid stench hit next—a nauseating mix of rotting meat and excrement that burned her nostrils. Xiulan pressed her sleeve against her face, squinting through watering eyes at the grotesque display.

Straw poked through crude stitching, packed with soil and dung. Strips of decomposing flesh hung from the creation like obscene decorations. The scarecrow twisted slowly on its rope, dripping foul liquid onto the polished floor.

Chapter 17: Stolen Wind

Dawn painted the courtyard in muted colors as Xiulan faced her assembled guards. The men avoided eye contact, their shoulders hunched with collective shame. Yesterday's discovery of the grotesque scarecrow cast a dark shadow over their newly formed unit.

The mystery of how someone infiltrated their secured residence gnawed at everyone. Not a single guard reported unusual activity. No servant witnessed anything suspicious. The calculated precision of the attack achieved its goal—sowing seeds of doubt among her people before they could properly bond.

Sweat trickled down Xiulan's back as she led the morning exercises. Without access to her meridians, the physical strain burned through her muscles. Still, she pushed forward. Building a strong foundation now would pay dividends later.

"Hold!" Instructor Han's sharp command cut through the morning air. He stepped forward, scanning the assembled guards with a critical eye. "You four—stay behind." He pointed to select individuals from the group. The rest moved off to take care of their morning duties.

Xiulan accepted a cloth from Mei Chen, dabbing at her forehead. The young maid fidgeted beside her.

"Aren't we finished, Miss?" Mei Chen glanced at the dispersing guards.

A smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. "Now comes the interesting part—weapon training."

"Oh..." Mei Chen's eyes widened as Han distributed wooden practice weapons among those who remained.

"Line up!" Han barked. "Everyone—including you two." He thrust practice spears toward Xiulan and Mei Chen.

Xiulan gripped the wooden practice spear, its weight unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. The morning sun cast long shadows across the training yard as Han positioned himself before the small group.

"The spear extends your reach, but a misplaced thrust leaves you vulnerable." Han demonstrated the starting stance. "Right foot forward, right hand at chest level."

Xiulan mirrored his position, adjusting her grip when Han shook his head. The wooden shaft pressed against her palm as she raised the tip to eye level. Beside her, Mei Chen struggled to maintain the proper stance, the practice weapon wavering in her grasp.

"Point between your opponent's eyes." Han tapped Xiulan's spear higher. "This guards your head while maintaining threat."

Sweat beaded on Xiulan's forehead as she held the position. The spear was heavy—filled with lead? The muscles in her arms burned from the morning's earlier exercises, but she refused to lower the weapon. Han walked through their small group, making minor corrections to stances and grips.

"Now, the short thrust." Han demonstrated the motion—sharp, controlled, deadly. "No foot movement. Left hand stays at your center."

Xiulan pushed forward with her right arm, keeping her feet planted. The spear tip shot out like a striking snake. Her left hand remained steady near her solar plexus, anchoring the movement. Ten times she repeated the motion, each thrust more precise than the last.

"Long-range thrust next." Han extended his own spear in a fluid motion. "Left hand slides under your right arm. Full extension."

The group practiced in unison, wooden spears cutting through the morning air. With each repetition, Xiulan focused on maintaining her eye-level tip alignment.

Next came a combination drill.

"Short thrust, retract, long thrust, retract. Five cycles." Han punctuated each word with precise movements.

The wooden shaft grew slick with sweat as Xiulan executed the combination. Her muscles burned from the repetitive motion, but each thrust grew more controlled. Beside her, Mei Chen struggled to maintain her form, the spear wobbling with each retraction.

"Higher tip, Mei Chen." Han tapped her spear upward. "Never expose your face."

The four guards moved in unison through their drills, their practiced movements flowing smoother than Xiulan's attempts. The morning sun climbed higher, and the shadows shortened.

"Angle slash." Han shifted his stance. "Left hand at the plexus, right hand raised."

Xiulan mimicked his position. The downward slash felt natural, at least.

"Good control." Han nodded at her form. "Now combine the slash with a long thrust."

She worked through the new combination. The wooden spear cut through the air in controlled arcs, each movement building on the last.

"Switch hands," Han ordered.

The familiar movements became awkward as Xiulan reversed her grip. The spear felt unwieldy in her left hand, but she pressed on. Each repetition brought minor improvements, her body adapting to the reversed position.

Instructor Han lowered his practice spear and studied their forms with an appraising eye. "Regular practice will strengthen your foundations. The spear teaches discipline that transfers to all combat styles. That will be all for today."

Xiulan glanced at the four guards who remained behind. "Was their presence necessary for today's lesson?"

"Mei Chen appears drained, and I believe you are hiding your own strain, Miss." Han adjusted his stance. "We'll incorporate sparring sessions later, but today we focused on basics."

"I can barely lift my arms." Mei Chen admitted while slumping against her practice spear. Sweat darkened the collar of her training clothes.

"We should take it easy this evening." Xiulan rolled her shoulders, feeling the burn of overworked muscles.

Han nodded in approval. "Skip tonight's session entirely. Rest will serve you better than pushing too hard, too soon."

"Thank you for the instruction." Xiulan bowed to Han and the guards before turning toward the bathhouse.

Mei Chen hurried alongside her. "Your hair needs attention again, Miss. The training completely—"

"Five hundred brush strokes maximum this time." Xiulan wiped sweat from her brow.

"But Miss!" Mei Chen's eyes widened in horror. "That's not nearly enough to—"

"We're meeting Official Qin later. We can't spend hours on my hair."

They rounded the corner and nearly collided with Auntie Lan. 

The elderly maid's stern gaze swept over their disheveled training clothes. "This is wholly unacceptable for someone of your station."

"We need to learn self-defense." Xiulan squared her shoulders. "Moving freely is essential for proper training."

Instead of the expected lecture about proper ladylike behavior, Auntie Lan's expression softened. She smoothed her apron with practiced hands. "Acceptable outfits exist for ladies who wish to train—but these guard uniforms invite scandal and gossip."

"Every dress I've worn restricts leg movement." Xiulan tugged at her damp clothing.

Auntie Lan lifted her chin. "Clean yourselves up. We'll visit the manor market together and select appropriate attire."

The promise of a solution propelled Xiulan and Mei Chen toward the bathhouse. Steam rose from the heated water as they scrubbed away the morning's exertion.

"Auntie Lan rivals your mother in fearsomeness." Mei Chen dunked a cloth in the water.

Xiulan released a slow breath and nodded. "I almost forgot who was in charge."

"I'm just glad Miss isn't so strict." Mei Chen splashed water playfully.

Xiulan grinned. "Wisdom and common sense can be the best authorities. Suppressing them for rank would be a bad idea."

The warm water soothed Xiulan's aching muscles as Mei Chen worked methodically across her back. Steam curled around them, carrying the subtle scent of jasmine oil. Once she was clean, they moved to the table and Mei Chen started working with the comb.

It was nice, but she had too much excited energy to relax like the day before.

"Not too much." Xiulan lifted a hand. "Two hundred strokes maximum, and a simple braid."

"But Miss—"

"We have business to attend to, so not even the five hundred I promised earlier."

Mei Chen sighed dramatically but complied, working efficiently to style Xiulan's hair into a practical braid. The familiar motions of getting dressed followed, each layer settling into place.

Auntie Lan waited in the courtyard garden, surrounded by the morning glory vines that climbed the latticed walls. Two guards fell into formation as they set out toward the market district. The familiar storefront of the dress shop came into view, its carved wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze.

Xiulan frowned at the display window. The selection had seemed limited during her last visit—mostly formal robes and ceremonial wear. In Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles, female characters had worn practical training clothes that combined elegance with mobility. She'd never seen such garments in reality, but perhaps...

The shopkeeper rushed to greet them, promptly hanging a "Closed for Private Service" sign on the door. Before Xiulan could speak, Auntie Lan stepped forward.

"The private collection." Auntie Lan's tone brooked no argument. "Training wear suitable for a young lady of status."

The shopkeeper bobbed a series of quick bows and disappeared behind a screened doorway. Moments later, assistants emerged carrying armfuls of clothing Xiulan had never seen displayed before. The fabrics ranged from sturdy cotton to lightweight silk.

But… she wasn't sure how this would help? They were pretty enough, but they still had cloth that ran almost to the ankle. Earth-toned fabrics shimmered with delicate gold trim—beautiful, yet seemingly impractical for training.

Xiulan started to ask when, without a word, Auntie Lan grasped the skirt of the nearest dress and pulled. The fabric split cleanly, revealing fitted trousers underneath.

"Oh..." Xiulan breathed out softly. The clever design was familiar.

"Look at this!" Mei Chen darted forward, running her fingers along the hidden seams. "The way these hems split will let us move freely during practice!"

"Indeed." Auntie Lan smoothed the panels back into place. "When standing still, they maintain proper appearance. No one need know about the trousers beneath."

A polite smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. The whole concept of hiding trousers seemed ridiculous. But, when in Rome …

"We'll take all of them." Xiulan nodded to the seamstress.

"Of course, Miss Lin. I have your measurements on file—"

"Take Mei Chen's measurements as well."

The seamstress froze. Auntie Lan's eyebrows shot up. Even Mei Chen stared at Xiulan with wide eyes.

Xiulan's gaze lingered on the seamstress. "Two dresses for Mei Chen as well," she ordered.

Mei Chen fidgeted nervously, but she submitted to having her measurements taken. The seamstress worked quickly, wrapping the measuring tape around the Mei's waist and shoulders. Xiulan watched with a smug smile, enjoying the grumpy expression that formed on her maid's face.

"Miss Xiulan, I have some business to discuss with the tailor," Auntie Lan said, her voice gentle yet firm. "You two can go on ahead."

Xiulan and Mei Chen bowed deeply. "Thank you for your help, Auntie Lan," Xiulan said.

Outside the shop, Mei Chen pouted, her cheeks puffed in mild frustration. "Miss Xiulan, I'm your maid, not a soldier!"

Xiulan chuckled, leading them toward the administrative building. "You've been doing all kinds of things lately, Mei Chen. Training the last two days should have prepared you."

Mei Chen looked away, her voice low. "I did expect it, which makes it all the more frustrating!"

Xiulan glanced at her. "I intend to keep you by my side wherever I go."

Mei Chen's cheeks turned red in a full blush. "I'd like to stay with you too, Miss," she mumbled.

Xiulan smiled warmly. The guards followed closely behind them as they walked through the bustling market street. The scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the sharp tang of herbs from nearby stalls.

They reached the administrative building and repeated the greeting ritual from the day before. A servant led them to the same private room.

Mei Chen set down the box of records with a determined look, her fingers brushing over the worn edges.

Xiulan frowned as the documents spread before her. She had pored over them the night before, hoping to uncover some hidden clue about the sandalwood revenues. But documents that would seal the connection to Madam Zhang were missing. Hopefully Bo Qin would bring them today.

"Maybe we missed something," Xiulan muttered, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Mei Chen nodded. "Perhaps another look will reveal more."

They settled into their seats, the silence punctuated only by the rustling of parchment. Xiulan traced her finger along the columns of figures, searching for patterns or discrepancies. The minutes stretched into an hour, and still, no new insights emerged.

The tea pot sat empty on the table, its contents long gone. Xiulan's restlessness grew. She drummed her fingers on the table, her gaze flicking to the door.

A servant entered, bowing deeply. "Miss Lin, we have not yet located Official Qin. Your wait may be prolonged."

Xiulan's eyes narrowed. "How much longer?"

The servant hesitated. "It is uncertain, Miss Lin. We are doing our utmost to find him."

He refilled the teapot with fresh leaves and hot water before retreating silently. Xiulan poured herself a cup, the fragrant steam rising to meet her. She took a sip, but the tea did little to soothe.

Another hour passed. The tension in the room thickened like an invisible fog. Mei Chen glanced at Xiulan, worry etched across her features.

"Miss..." Mei Chen's voice trembled slightly.

Xiulan looked up from the records, meeting Mei Chen's concerned gaze.

She released a long breath, the tension draining from her shoulders. "Haa... this isn't great. Official Qin is missing?" She tapped her fingers against the polished table's surface. "What do you think are the chances he just forgot today was his day off?"

"Officials don't get days off in the middle of the week, Miss." Mei Chen folded her hands in her lap.

The implications settled like a cold weight in her stomach. "Pack up the documents. We'll head back to Mother's courtyard—I still haven't discussed Lan Yue's letter with her."

Mei Chen nodded and gathered the scattered papers with practiced efficiency, sorting them into neat stacks before returning them to their box.

Before heading back, there actually was one thing she needed to do first. "Also, I need to speak with Jin Wei about organizing some equipment for tomorrow's Treasure Pavilion delivery." Xiulan stood, straightening her robes.

"Shall we stop at the pharmacy then, Miss?" Mei Chen secured the box under her arm.

"Yes." Xiulan strode toward the door.

A servant hurried past in the hallway. Xiulan raised her hand to halt him. "When Official Qin is found, have him send a note. We cannot wait any longer today."

The servant dropped into a deep bow. "Of course, Miss Lin. I will ensure your message reaches him immediately upon his return."

Xiulan stepped into the afternoon sunlight, squinting against the glare reflecting off the administrative building's white stone walls. Their two guards fell into formation—one ahead, one behind—as she and Mei Chen passed beneath the ornate gateway arch.

A dozen armed men materialized from the surrounding street, weapons glinting in the sun. Xiulan spun around to find more guards closing in from behind, cutting off any escape route. The circle tightened, boots scraping against cobblestones.

One man stepped foreward and Xiulan's heart sank as she recognized his face—it was Luo Han. Madam Zhang's spy.

"Halt!" He jabbed a finger toward Mei Chen. "That servant stands accused of stealing official documents!"

"What?" The word burst from Xiulan's lips. Blood pounded in her ears as she processed the accusation.

Her two personal guards gripped their weapon hilts, muscles tensed. "Miss?" Their questioning tone carried equal measures of loyalty and uncertainty.

Xiulan's teeth dug into her lower lip as she assessed their situation. The odds looked grim—fourteen against two, even if her guards proved loyal. Mei Chen clutched the document box to her chest, trembling. Terror widened her eyes as she stared at Xiulan.

Xiulan grabbed Mei Chen's arm and lifted her chin defiantly. "This is my personal attendant. If you intend to take her, you must take me too!"

Luo Han smiled with malice. "Arrest Miss Lin Xiulan as well!"

Why couldn't they have waited for just one more day? 

Even with newly unlocked meridians, she'd be able to deal with a dozen guards. Or at least make them show respect!

The soldiers moved in and seized them.

Chapter 18: Judgement Gale

Xiulan crossed her arms and leaned against the cold stone wall, staring through the iron bars into the dimly lit corridor. The musty air carried hints of mold and despair.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips—this marked her second arrest. The first had been in her previous life during a party gone wrong, spending twenty-four miserable hours waiting for her parents to show up—they never did and she'd been released out of pity. If she'd been any younger, child services would probably have been contacted to come 'rescue' her.

Mei Chen huddled in the corner, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The young maid's shoulders trembled with each shallow breath. The sight stirred something protective in Xiulan's chest.

Metal scraped against metal as Luo Han unlocked the ornate box on a table outside their cell. He spread the gold-decorated scrolls before an official with exaggerated flourish.

"Look at these fools." Luo Han's laughter echoed off the stone walls. "Parading through the streets with stolen documents in broad daylight. I've never seen such brazen criminals."

"Official Qin authorized me to take those scrolls." Xiulan kept her voice steady despite the rage building in her chest.

"Oh?" Luo Han's lips curled into a cruel smile. "That would be quite difficult to prove, wouldn't it? Especially since no one can seem to locate Official Qin."

Xiulan's fingernails dug crescents into her palms. The implications behind his smug tone confirmed her worst suspicions. She flexed her fingers, fighting to maintain composure as pieces of the trap became clear.

"Since Official Qin cannot be found, it only makes sense to delay any investigation until he can corroborate my statement." Xiulan straightened her spine. "I am the Second Daughter of the Lin Family. Release us immediately and show proper respect, Guard Han."

Luo Han swept into an exaggerated bow, his movements dripping with mockery. "Of course, Second Daughter."

The official gathered the gold-decorated scrolls with careful hands. "These appear genuine. I must present them to Lord Lin and First Wife Zhang immediately."

Ice crystallized in Xiulan's veins. "My father and Madam Zhang are already holding court on this matter?"

Luo Han's only response was a dark chuckle as he followed the official out of the court's holding cell room.

Xiulan grabbed the iron bars, muscles straining as she pulled. The lock mechanism caught her attention—a simple design, but one that required a key. The metal felt cold against her palms as she tested its strength.

"Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen's whisper echoed in the dim cell. "Please don't draw attention. They seem to only want me—don't get yourself in trouble, too."

Raw fury blazed through Xiulan's chest. "That will never happen."

Fear coiled in her stomach. Her mother's protection wouldn't reach her maid. While the rank of Second Daughter might shield her from the worst outcomes, Mei Chen held no such protection. The thought sent tremors through her arms as she rattled the bars.

Calm down.

The iron bars remained unyielding as she forced herself to think through the trap they'd walked into.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor far sooner than Xiulan expected. Two guards approached the cell, keys jangling against their belts.

"Maid Chen. Come with us." The taller guard unlocked the cell door.

Xiulan stepped between them and Mei Chen. "I'll accompany her."

The guards exchanged confused glances. "Miss Lin, you weren't summoned."

"Move aside." The shorter guard reached past Xiulan.

She planted her feet firmly, blocking his path. Behind her, Mei Chen stood and tugged at the fabric of her dress.

"Listen carefully." Xiulan lifted her chin. "You'll need to beat the Second Daughter of the Lin family to death to reach my maid today. Shall we see how Father responds to that after what happened a few days ago?"

The taller guard rubbed his temples. "Miss Lin—"

"The lord demands the maid's presence immediately."

"Then I'll join her." Xiulan eyed the metal cuffs hanging from the shorter guard's belt. "And those won't be necessary."

The shorter guard threw up his hands. "Fine. Just come along before we all get in trouble."

The guards steered them through a narrow side entrance into the grand court chamber.

Great. Back in this room again. I should request a permanent seat at this rate.

"Why is Lin Xiulan here?" Madam Zhang's sharp voice cut through the chamber. "We summoned only the criminal responsible for stealing administrative documents."

Xiulan squeezed her hands into tight fists, fingernails biting into her palms. The casual condemnation of Mei Chen burned like acid in her stomach.

"Honored Father, Honored Mother." Xiulan bowed with precise formality. "As Mei Chen serves as my personal maid, my presence here follows naturally."

Lord Lin slumped forward in his throne. "Must you constantly stand at the center of every disturbance in this household?"

"Perhaps certain restless birds peck at me because they believe the tree belongs solely to them." Xiulan straightened from her bow. "They seem unwilling to share even a single branch."

Blood rushed to Lord Lin's face, turning it a dangerous shade of crimson. Xiulan bit her lower lip hard enough to taste copper.

Shit. That metaphor might have been a step too far. But damn, it felt good to say.

Xiulan's heart thundered against her ribs. Mei Chen trembled beside her, and every instinct screamed to lash out—but that would only make things worse. She needed precision, not passion.

Xiulan dropped into a deep bow. "Father, please forgive my impudent words. The stress of recent events has addled my thoughts."

The words tasted like ash in her mouth, but she forced them out anyway. One wrong move now could doom Mei Chen.

"Rise." Lord Lin's stern voice echoed through the chamber. "Your maid was caught with official documents in her possession. The guards witnessed this directly. There can be no question of her guilt."

Xiulan straightened, keeping her face carefully neutral as Lord Lin continued.

"The sentence is eighty lashes. If she survives, banishment from Blackmere County."

A choked sound escaped Mei Chen's throat. Whispers rippled through the assembled crowd like wind through the cherry trees. The sentence struck Xiulan's chest like a physical blow.

The punishment seemed merciful on its surface—theft of official documents typically earned quartering by horses or a clean beheading. But eighty lashes? That was just execution with extra steps, drawn out and painful.

Behind her silk fan, Madam Zhang's eyes glittered with cruel satisfaction. The calculated mercy of the sentence suddenly made perfect sense.

They think they're showing generosity while still ensuring Mei Chen dies. Clever.

Xiulan stepped forward, her silk robes rustling against the marble floor. "Mei Chen acted solely on my instructions. The responsibility lies with me alone—she carried those documents at my behest."

"Miss Lin, please." Mei Chen tugged at Xiulan's sleeve.

Xiulan shrugged off the gentle touch. "Release her. If someone must answer for this, it should be me."

A sharp laugh cut through the chamber. Madam Zhang snapped her fan shut with a crack. "How predictable. The foolish girl tries to shield her conniving little maid." She turned to Lord Lin. "Perhaps this servant has addled our daughter's senses with some herb or potion?"

The accusation sparked fresh anger in Xiulan's chest. Lord Lin leaned forward on his throne, eyes narrowing. "Why did you remove these documents from the administrative building?"

"Official Qin granted permission." Xiulan frowned at the memory. Something nagged at the edge of her thoughts.

"Impossible!" Lord Lin's fist crashed against his armrest. "No official holds authority to release gold-sealed documents from those halls. Even you, as Second Daughter, must abide by these laws."

Gold seals? The memory of studying the scrolls by candlelight flashed through Xiulan's mind. The ornate seal had gleamed gold in the flickering light, but earlier...

Ice spread through her veins as realization struck. The seal had been bronze in the study when they had been working with Official Qin. At some point, during the long hours, someone had switched the documents.

Xiulan dropped into a formal bow. "Father, I believed the scrolls to be bronze-sealed copies. After receiving Official Qin's blessing, I thought nothing more of it."

"Why seek these documents at all?" Lord Lin's question cracked like a whip.

"Does it matter?" Madam Zhang interrupted. "The crime remains—"

Lord Lin spun toward her, face flushed with rage. "Silence!"

Xiulan squared her shoulders, facing her father directly. "During our return journey to Lin Manor, we encountered woodsmen—dozens of them injured and starving. These weren't mere vagrants. They worked for our family's sandalwood enterprise until recently."

"None of this bears relevance to—" Madam Zhang started.

Lord Lin slammed his fist against his throne. "ENOUGH!" The sound echoed through the chamber. "I am the lord of this county, not you! One more interruption and the guards will remove you from these proceedings!"

Xiulan released a slow breath as silence fell over the chamber. The marble floor gleamed beneath her feet, reflecting the tension that crackled through the air.

Lord Lin gestured sharply. "Continue."

"A fire destroyed their workshops and homes." Xiulan lifted her chin. "Yet the circumstances proved suspicious. Despite the buildings being scattered across the property, every structure burned." She paused, letting the implications sink in. "Official Zhang Huan evicted all the workers immediately after."

The crowd's whispers grew louder. Lord Lin leaned forward on his throne. "And this prompted your investigation?"

"Indeed." Xiulan straightened her spine. "This workshop supplied all of Blackmere County's sandalwood production. The enterprise earned our family approximately one million taels annually, but the receipts that Official Zhang Huan has been reporting have decreased every year until it is now only half of what it was fifteen years ago. The records confirm that, but Official Qin and I suspected a darker issue than what is presented."

"Why did you not bring this to my attention immediately?" Lord Lin's eyes narrowed.

Xiulan glanced pointedly at Madam Zhang. "I needed absolute certainty before making accusations. Blackmere County grants only two licenses for the luxury sandalwood trade. The second belongs to House Chao."

Lord Lin's fingers curled into tight fists against his armrests. The tendons in his neck strained as his jaw clenched.

Madam Zhang leaned close to Lord Lin's ear, whispering something Xiulan couldn't catch. Lord Lin's face darkened to a dangerous shade of red as he turned to glare at his wife.

His attention snapped back to Xiulan.

Lord Lin's stern expression softened slightly. "Your investigation shows admirable dedication to our family's interests. As a noble daughter of Lin, protecting our reputation and caring for those under our protection falls within your duties. I will not reproach such actions."

Relief flickered through Xiulan's chest—until her father's face hardened again.

"However, the matter of the stolen scrolls cannot be overlooked. You may continue your investigation, but Maid Chen must face punishment for her crime."

Pain lanced through Xiulan's chest. She stepped sideways, positioning herself between the thrones and Mei Chen. 

She dropped into another bow. "Father, I cannot allow that."

Lord Lin stiffened. "You cannot allow it?"

The words hung in the air like storm clouds. Xiulan straightened, squaring her shoulders. "Mei Chen serves as my personal maid and has done so faithfully. She belongs to me, not to you. You cannot punish her without my consent."

A cruel smile spread across Madam Zhang's painted lips. "Perhaps you should whip them both, my lord."

Xiulan watched her father's face turn several shades darker as he processed her defiance. The muscles in his jaw twitched. She flicked her gaze to Madam Zhang before meeting her father's burning stare.

"You are the lord of the Lin family and magistrate of Blackmere County. I will accept your judgment and punishment without question." Xiulan pressed her hands together. "But my maid is innocent. I will take any punishment myself."

"Do you think your mother's earlier threats shield you from consequences?" Lord Lin leaned forward on his throne.

Xiulan shook her head. "The Third Concubine can have no complaint if I willingly accept your justice."

Lord Lin rose from his throne, drawing himself to his full height. His deep voice echoed through the hall. "Eight lashes for my Second Daughter who removed documents from the administration building. Let this serve as a lesson—none can ignore the sanctity of this administration!"

"Impossible!" Madam Zhang sprang up beside him. "The sentence was eighty lashes!"

The crack of flesh meeting flesh split the air. Madam Zhang sprawled across the steps leading to the throne, her elaborate hairpiece scattering pearls across the marble.

"Ignorant woman!" Lord Lin thundered. "You dare compare my daughter's blood to that of a commoner?" He jabbed a finger toward the guards. "Eight lashes! Carry out the sentence immediately, here in this hall!"

"Miss..." Mei Chen's whisper scratched at Xiulan's ears.

A guard approached with measured steps, the leather flail swaying at his side. Xiulan studied the braided strips—standard leather, no metal tips. The sight triggered memories of the game's punishment mechanics for PKing other players. At least this won't leave permanent scars.

The cold marble pressed against Xiulan's knees as she knelt. Her fingers worked at her collar, loosening the elaborate silk until it slipped down to expose her back. The cool air raised goosebumps across her skin.

Mei Chen lurched forward. "Miss Xiulan, please—"

A guard's grip locked around the maid's arm, yanking her back. The sound of her struggles echoed off the chamber walls.

Xiulan shook her head, fixing her gaze straight ahead at the ornate tapestry on the far wall. "Let Lord Lin punish his unruly daughter." The words scraped past her dry throat.

The first crack of leather against flesh echoed through the chamber. White-hot pain blazed across her back, stealing her breath. A second strike followed before she could recover, forcing her to lean forward. The third lash tore a grunt from her throat as her palms slapped against the cold marble.

Tears streamed down her cheeks at the fourth strike. The fifth sent copper flooding her mouth as her teeth pierced her lip. By the sixth, a mixture of blood, tears, and saliva pooled beneath her face on the polished floor.

Her arms trembled with the effort to maintain some dignity through the seventh strike. The eighth and final lash carved fire across her already shredded skin. The world blurred into smears of color and light.

Every breath sent fresh waves of agony rippling through her back. She dragged her silk sleeve across her face, grateful for the thick fabric that absorbed the mess.

Lord Lin stared down from his throne with an expressionless mask. Beside him, Madam Zhang's painted lips curved into a smile.

"My lord," Madam Zhang purred. "The girl's unusual attachment to this maid raises concerns. Allow me to question her. Who knows what schemes the commoner has concocted without proper supervision?"

"What?" The word gurgled from Xiulan's raw throat.

Lord Lin waved his hand dismissively. "Take her for questioning."

Xiulan surged to her feet, ignoring the screaming protest from her torn flesh. Her concealed dagger slipped into her palm as she yanked it free. "You can't take her!"

Chapter 19: Rising Swell

It turned out that her father, and his guards, could in fact take Mei Chen.

The memory of six guards pinning her arms while another wrenched the dagger from her grip burned fresh in Xiulan's mind. Mei Chen's screams had pierced through the grand hall until they faded into distant echoes.

Lord Lin hadn't even looked at her as the guards dragged her out. They'd allowed her one small mercy—a moment to adjust her robes before the walk of shame. Each step had sent waves of agony through her torn flesh as the silk clung to the fresh wounds.

The sun spilled across the courtyard stones as Xiulan passed under the ornate gate. Her personal guards formed a tight line, shoulders squared against the court assembly's escort detail. Steel whispered against leather as hands rested on weapon hilts.

"I apologize for the trouble." Xiulan drew a sharp breath as pain lanced through her back. "Please ensure no one enters tonight—except those from Mother's courtyard."

Her guards moved with practiced precision, their coordinated steps blocking the pathway. The quiet efficiency of their movements eased some of the tension knotting her shoulders. Xiulan hurried through her garden, focusing on each careful step until she reached her chambers.

Servants materialized at her door with cloth and medicines. "Leave me." The words came out sharper than intended. She forced her breathing to steady. "Just bring tea."

When the steaming cup arrived, Xiulan retrieved two of Jin Wei's emergency pills. The medicine slid down with the drink, spreading coolness through her ravaged back. Even with that, she'd be in terrible shape for at least half a day.

The toxicity buildup could become dangerous, too.

The thought nagged at her as she considered how many medicines she'd consumed lately. Mortal remedies weren't meant for repeated use. Unlike cultivators, they couldn't easily remove toxins or buildup. But the choice between potential poisoning and immediate healing wasn't really a choice at all.

She needed her strength to rescue Mei Chen.

Xiulan stared at an empty space on the floor. The Treasure Pavilion's delivery wouldn't come faster, no matter what she did. She needed more power—the lashing and Mei Chen's capture proved that beyond doubt. Tomorrow required preparation.

The writing case clicked open under trembling fingers. She dipped the brush in ink, composing a detailed list to Doctor Jin Wei. Each stroke threatened to betray her emotions as she specified the medical equipment she'd meant to request earlier. A servant whisked the sealed message away.

Exhaustion crashed over her like a wave. Xiulan slumped forward, pressing her forehead against her forearm on the wooden table. The scent of blood—her blood—filled each breath.

Footsteps approached. "Miss Lin, please let us help you change." The servant's voice wavered. "The blood..."

"Leave." Xiulan didn't lift her head.

The footsteps retreated. The silence stretched until it snapped under the weight of her fatigue. Just a short rest. Her eyes drifted closed.

"Xiulan?" Another voice intruded on her half-sleep.

"Go away." The words slurred together.

"Will my daughter not allow her mother to check on her?" Zhao Lian's gentle tone cut through the fog.

Xiulan lifted her head. The sight of her mother's concerned face shattered something inside her. A sob caught in her throat.

Zhao Lian's gentle hands settled on Xiulan's shoulders, massaging with practiced care. "There, there. You're quite a mess. Come with me—we'll clean your face and examine your back."

Xiulan attempted to resist at first, but found herself guided by her mother's insistent touch. "The servants will be scandalized by you attending me personally."

"Tsk." Zhao Lian steered her toward the bathing chamber. "The servants worry more about their young miss refusing proper care right now."

In the bathing room, Xiulan stiffened as cool air brushed against her skin. The bloodied silk peeled away under her mother's careful fingers, each movement precise and gentle.

"They took Mei Chen." The words tumbled out in a broken whisper.

"I know, darling." Zhao Lian dabbed at the crusted blood with a damp cloth. "I've written to Lord Lin on her behalf, though I doubt it will sway him much."

Xiulan crossed her arms over her chest, muscles tensing as her mother examined the partially healed lash marks. "You didn't threaten him again, did you?"

"No." Zhao Lian sighed. "I could only praise the girl's loyalty and dedication. Perhaps it will earn her better treatment."

"I have to get her back." Xiulan's fingers dug into her arms.

"We'll do everything possible." Zhao Lian pressed a cool cloth against Xiulan's forehead. "But first, you need rest and healing. You're exhausted and injured."

Exhaustion dragged at Xiulan's limbs, making even the simple act of standing feel like wading through mud. The afternoon sun still blazed outside, but her body screamed for rest.

"You're right, Mother. I need to sleep." Xiulan swayed slightly on her feet.

Zhao Lian's practiced movements wrapped a light silk robe around Xiulan's shoulders, careful to not pull it tight against the healing lash marks. The familiar scent of jasmine wafted from her mother's sleeves as she guided her toward the bed.

The silk sheets whispered against her skin as she eased down onto the mattress. Instead of leaving, Zhao Lian settled on the edge of the bed. Gentle fingers swept through Xiulan's hair, untangling the dark strands with practiced care.

"Rest now, darling." Zhao Lian's fingertips traced soothing patterns across her scalp.

Xiulan's eyelids grew heavy as her mother's rhythmic strokes lulled her toward sleep. 

The familiar comfort of vague childhood memories she didn't remember ever happening wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

Xiulan blinked awake in the darkness. The expected pain failed to materialize as she stretched and rolled onto her back. She stared up at the shadowed ceiling beams—the emergency pills had worked fast while she slept soundly.

Yellow light from paper lanterns outside cast dancing shadows through the window screens. Morning would bring the cultivation materials, and with it, hope for Mei Chen.

The wooden floorboards creaked under her feet as she lit an oil lamp. Its warm glow barely reached the corners of the room.

"Miss Lin?" A servant appeared in the doorway. "Do you require anything?"

"Bring my new martial dresses." Xiulan selected one from the stack the servant presented. "Have this dyed black."

"But Miss Lin, dying it now would ruin the—"

"I don't care about the quality. Just do it."

The servant bowed. "Yes, Miss Lin."

"Did my earlier requests arrive?"

"They wait in the main room, Miss Lin."

"Thank you." Xiulan strode to inspect the delivery. A heavy iron cauldron dominated the space, surrounded by precise measuring scales, razor-sharp cutting implements, and a wooden crate packed with various combustible materials.

"Move everything to the back garden." Xiulan pointed toward the door. The open air would serve better, provided the weather held and there was no rain.

The servants scrambled to comply. Xiulan retreated to her bathing chamber and changed into her spare training outfit.

The cloth hugged Xiulan's legs like her favorite trousers from her past life, with extra fabric that swirled around her legs. Each step brought a satisfying swish of cloth that somehow didn't tangle itself as she strode into the back garden. 

The servants positioned the last of her requested items near the stone wall.

"Leave me." Xiulan grabbed a training spear from the weapons rack. The polished wood felt smooth beneath her fingers.

The spear cut through the night air as she practiced the basic forms. Thrust. Slash. Long Thrust. Each movement flowed into the next, just as Instructor Han demonstrated. But simple drills wouldn't prepare her for real combat.

Xiulan launched into improvised combinations. The spear tip traced deadly arcs as she darted across the garden. She rolled through the dirt, imagining dodging invisible blades. The weapon snapped forward from her crouched position. In her mind, the guards who took Mei Chen fell before her strikes.

Sweat dripped down her neck. Her muscles burned with exhaustion. The training spear trembled in her grip. Still, she pushed on, leaping and striking until her legs threatened to give out.

Back in her chambers, Xiulan collapsed into a cushioned chair, the spear propped between her knees. Her eyes drifted shut.

"Miss Lin?" A servant's voice pierced through her dreams. Sunlight streamed through the windows.

Xiulan bolted upright. "Tell the guards to prepare for departure."

The servant's eyes widened, but she bowed and hurried away.

Xiulan released a sharp breath. The time for training had ended.

Xiulan strode toward the manor gate, her steps purposeful despite the lingering muscle fatigue from the night's training. Ten guards stood in perfect formation, their armor glinting in the early morning sun. Instructor Han stepped forward from his position at the front of the group.

"Miss Lin." Instructor Han bowed. "What of our morning training? Does this sudden departure concern Maid Chen?" His weathered face creased with concern. "I understand your distress, but with our limited numbers, challenging Lord Lin's authority would be—"

"Nothing so dramatic." Xiulan cut him off with a wave. "We're retrieving a package. One that requires swift and discreet handling."

The tension visibly drained from the guards' shoulders. Several exchanged relieved glances, clearly having anticipated a more dangerous mission.

"Form up." Xiulan marched forward, forcing the guards to quicken their pace to match her stride. Their boots clicked against the cobblestones as they made their way through the waking streets.

The central sector's main square was open, market stalls still empty in the pale morning light. A few early risers shuffled past, casting curious glances at their group. Xiulan positioned herself near the gate, scanning the entrance for any sign of movement.

"Miss Lin." Instructor Han stepped closer, keeping his voice low. "If discretion is our goal, you standing here with ten armed guards might draw unwanted attention."

Xiulan bit her lip. "You're right, Instructor Han." She turned to the assembled guards. She pointed at a random guard who snapped to attention. "You—watch for the delivery." 

She turned to look toward the center of the manor. "The rest of us can check on the woodsmen. Their courtyard should provide better cover nearby."

The group followed her lead through the concourse. Morning dew dampened their boots as they crossed to the courtyard she remembered. Empty. Silent. A lone servant scrubbed the wooden floors inside.

Xiulan stormed through the door. "Where are they?"

The servant dropped her cleaning rag and pressed against the wall. "I-I don't know, Miss Lin! Guards came yesterday and took them all." She wrung her hands. "Administration ordered everything cleaned out this morning."

Ice spread through Xiulan's chest. The same people behind the landclaim fire had silenced the witnesses. Corruption festered while those in power turned blind eyes.

Father, do you truly not see what your new wife does? Or do you simply not care?

A sturdy wooden crate caught her attention among the scattered furniture. Xiulan sank onto it, the rough wood pressing through her training clothes. "Rest." She waved at the guards who shifted uncertainly. "Instructor Han, send two more to watch for the delivery."

"At once, Miss Lin." Han gestured at two guards who departed with swift bows.

Xiulan closed her eyes, leaning back against the rough wooden crate. The steps for crafting the Meridian Opening Pill flowed through her mind—measure the spirit herbs, slice and grind them to precise consistency, heat the mixture at specific intervals. Each component required perfect timing.

"Miss Lin!" A guard sprinted into the courtyard, breath coming in quick gasps. "A cart bearing the Treasure Pavilion's seal approaches."

Xiulan jumped to her feet. "Move out. Now."

The guards fell into formation as they marched toward the main gate. A simple wooden cart waited near the entrance, its driver shifting nervously on his seat. A manor official strutted toward the vehicle, chest puffed out with self-importance.

"This delivery requires proper—" The official's words died as Xiulan stepped forward.

"The shipment is mine." Xiulan lifted her chin. "I'll handle this personally."

The official's mouth twisted into a frown before he bowed stiffly. "As you wish, Miss Lin."

Xiulan directed the cart toward her courtyard. Each clip-clop of the horse's hooves echoed like thunder in her ears. Her fingers twitched near where her concealed dagger was supposed to be as they passed through narrow alleys between buildings. The loss of it burned.

The tension drained from her shoulders as they passed through her courtyard gate. The driver hopped down and presented a thick ledger with both hands.

Xiulan scanned the inventory list. Her eyes widened. "There appears to be an error."

"Error, Miss?" The driver's voice quavered.

"This ledger shows double the quantities I ordered." Xiulan tapped the columns of numbers with her finger.

The driver bobbed his head. "Ah, Master Qingfeng anticipated your concern. He insisted this double quantity comes at no additional cost—insurance, he called it, to ensure the best possible result."

"Hah..." A smile tugged at Xiulan's lips. "Please convey my gratitude to Master Qingfeng."

Sweet, metallic scents wafted from the crates as the guards unloaded them. Xiulan inspected each item—the deep crimson Blood Lotus petals gleamed with vital essence, Thunder Root crackled with latent energy, and Dawn Serpent scales shimmered with an iridescent sheen.

The driver produced a silk-wrapped bundle. "The spirit stones, Miss Lin."

Energy pulsed through the cloth as Xiulan accepted the package. Two distinct rhythms of power thrummed against her palms, resonating with something deep within. The strength of the connection surprised her. Maybe she'd get a good result from her cultivation?

"Thank you." Xiulan dismissed the driver with a nod.

She turned to Instructor Han. "Have the guards move everything to the back garden." Her gaze hardened. "I require absolute privacy for the next few hours. Draw steel if needed—no interruptions."