It had been a long time since Ying-tai heard festive sounds ring through the palace. When he awoke, he almost thought he was back home in Qin. The smell in the air was similar, even the rhythmic chiming of the china plates and the silver and gold ornaments made him nostalgic.
Knock, knock.
Ying-tai, tying the last sash to his gown, answered, “Come in.”
Entering through the door, several maids carried a formal set of attire in their arms.
“The Grand Princess requests that you change out of your usual clothes and put on these,” the maid in the front informed.
Ying-tai smiled, “I’m perfectly fine with the one I have on now. She didn’t have to go through that much trouble for me.”
“The Grand Princess insisted on you changing into this attire she tailored specifically for you,” the maid bowed her head lower as she bashfully smiled.
Ying-tai’s eyes grew slightly bigger, “Oh. Well, in that case, I won’t deny her gift.”
After dressing himself in the formal attire Princess Yanmei gifted him, another knock came through the door.
“Come in,” he said once again.
“The Crown Prince would like to see you in the Peony Garden,” a royal servant notified him.
“Thank you, I’ll be there shortly,” Ying-tai replied before the royal servant bowed and made his way out.
The Peony Garden was a bursting of radiant colors and in the middle of it all, on the bridge that crossed the creek that ran through the garden, was Prince Enlai dressed in his ceremonial attire: layers of rich colored silk and a violet robe with gold seams that glimmered in the light. Seeing his back, Ying-tai stopped in mid stride thinking it was Jiao Long and his heart seemed to cease beating until Prince Enlai turned around. He chuckled when he saw Ying-tai.
“Well look at you! You could pass for royalty!”
“Perhaps it’s too gaudy?” Ying-tai looked down at his attire.
“Hah! We live so shortly! Might as well just be flashy once in a while! What’s there to fear?” Prince Enlai beamed.
Ying-tai chuckled at the remark. “You asked for me?”
“Ah, yes,” Prince Enlai nodded. “I wanted to tell you before we get inside the court. I didn’t want you to choke on your drink while my father announced it.”
“Oh? What is it?” Ying-tai continued toward Prince Enlai.
He grinned at Ying-tai, “My father has a proposal for you. He will grant you your request but under one condition: be tied by blood.”
A gust of wind brushed through the garden and a swirling dance of loose petals from the peonies fluttered around them.
“You mean…” Ying-tai’s eyes were big from the news.
“Marriage,” Prince Enlai confirmed.
“We’ve only known each other for a short amount of time. Is it not too soon to rush into marriage?” Ying-tai mentioned.
Prince Enlai shrugged and took a long look at Ying-tai. He then sighed, “Ahhhhh well my sister is very smitten by you. Very. But don’t let us force you into doing something that you will not be able to fully devote your heart to.”
Soon enough a gong sounded for the ceremony to begin.
“Well let’s get going,” Prince Enlai smirked at Ying-tai.
The ceremony was loud and merry and throughout the evening Princess Yanmei’s face was red and flustered from Ying-tai’s presence.
“For safeguarding our empire,” Princess Yanmei shyly poured him a cup of wine.
Ying-tai accepted the cup of wine and sipped it while Princess Yanmei’s maids giggled in the back.
When the performances and entertainment began, jovial laughter filled the room and roars of cheers resonated throughout the palace. When Princess Yanmei performed, the crowd became quiet. As the instruments sounded, Ying-tai lowered his eyes at the thought of Prince Enlai’s words.
For the sake of Qin, Ying-tai pondered. He lifted his eyes to meet Princess Yanmei’s and she smiled at his gaze before turning away, cheeks flushed.
Your duty comes before all things. The late Emperor’s voice echoed in Ying-tai’s mind.
“My duty,” Ying-tai repeated to himself.
Applauds erupted in the room as Princess Yanmei’s dance was finished.
“Splendid!” The audience roared.
The moment Princess Yanmei returned to her seat, Emperor Fengge stood up and called upon Ying-tai.
Ying-tai felt his heart beat faster the closer he made his way to the dais.
“Emperor Fengge,” Ying-tai bowed his head in greeting.
“When you first came into my palace and presented me a daring request, I thought that you were either a foolish man,” he grinned, “or the boldest man in the world.” He motioned for Ying-tai to raise his head and continued. “Humbly you persisted and swiftly you began to move my kingdom.” Emperor Fengge turned to his son, “You have even got my son to grow fond of you.” He returned his eyes to Ying-tai, “You have returned me my daughter and our feat against the pirates was possible because of you. Qi’s children were returned because of your help. You have strengthened Qi’s future and I cannot think of a great enough gift for you in return.”
Ying-tai lifted his eyes to Emperor Fengge.
“So I have come to a resolution,” Emperor Fengge began. “A deserving reward for the deeds you have selflessly done for my country’s safekeeping. I shall grant you your request,” Emperor Fengge announced, “under one condition: you will be tied to this country by blood. I will betroth my daughter to you and you shall become one with the kingdom.”
Gasps waved through the room while Ying-tai held his poise and continued to keep his eyes on Emperor Fengge. Xia choked on this tea and Huian’s breathing halted momentarily. Princess Yanmei’s eyes, which remained lowered, brightened up and she lifted her fingers to her lips to conceal her grin as her cheeks grew red. Meanwhile, Prince Enlai quietly studied Ying-tai, having a sense that he was hesitant.
Ying-tai clenched his jaw. “Respectful Emperor Fengge,” he smiled in a polite manner as he bowed his head and saluted him, “you think too highly of me. I am just a lowly warrior who only knows how to fight.”
Prince Enlai smirked at Ying-tai’s response.
“If I were to marry into the royal family, will that not have you looked down upon? If you will not consider the thoughts of the people of this country, I plea for you to consider Princess Yanmei’s feelings. She will lose her title, her social status, and a place in the palace. I dare not to foul her image, let alone obstruct the future she has ahead of her.”
Princess Yanmei shot her eyes upward to Ying-tai and shook her head. “No,” she breathed. “Not at all. You don’t understand. I won’t be unhappy.”
“You are displeased with my offer?” Emperor Fengge furrowed his brows lightly.
“Please don’t misunderstand,” Ying-tai grinned and lowered his head more. “What I’m trying to express is: I only ask for what I am worth.”
“And what do you think that is, Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin?” Emperor Fengge questioned him.
Ying-tai lifted his head up and looked at Emperor Fengge, “Camaraderie.”
Emperor Fengge smiled and then chuckled, “Ying-tai of Qin, you are far too humble! For someone such as you, I’d expect you to be more insightful!” He raised his arms as he lifted his head up, “If you haven’t noticed already, the people of Qi love you! You have long been welcomed in my kingdom. They see your worth. If you cannot see your own worth then I don’t know what else to say.”
Ying-tai’s eyes grew bigger at this.
Prince Enlai smiled and chimed in, “Do not take offense father. I think he is just flabbergasted by your generous offer.” He looked at Ying-tai and continued, “We have to place ourselves in Ying-tai of Qin’s position and empathize. To be the bearer of such news is quite awe-striking.” He stood up and bowed to his father with his hands clasped together, “Please allow Ying-tai time to give an appropriate answer to your grand proposal.”
Emperor Fengge turned his eyes away from Prince Enlai and placed them on Ying-tai once again. He spoke after a short ponder, “This is my offer, Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin. Please don’t make me wait too long for your decision.”
“Your highness is forbearing,” Ying-tai saluted him, “Your wait shall not extend past the next full moon.”
As Emperor Fengge smiled and turned around to return to his seat, Ying-tai turned his eyes to Prince Enlai and found him smirking at him.
You’re welcome, he mouthed.
You’re welcome? Ying-tai sighed. Now I will have to give him an answer he will want to hear for his wait.
Ying-tai did not make eye contact with the doting gaze of Princess Yanmei as he made his way back to his seat. He only sat down quietly next to Huian and Xia, whose eyes were on the verge of popping out from their sockets.
“What was that?” Huian asked Ying-tai. “I did not expect for you to find yourself in this sort of conundrum.”
“I did not expect it too,” Ying-tai commented.
“How come you’re not as surprised?” Xia questioned.
Ying-tai turned his head slightly to them, keeping his eyes forward, “Prince Enlai told me beforehand.”
“When were you going to tell me?” Huian furrowed his brows. “Since when did we stop communicating?”
“Forgive me, I meant to. We just didn’t have time,” Ying-tai apologized to Huian.
“Well, what do you plan to do? He gave you an offer which is too grand for us to negotiate with. If you decline, you may offend the king and we may lose a chance of joining arms with Qi. We may not be able to do this the amicable way,” Huian let out a sighing exhale.
Ying-tai turned to look at Huian and studied him. “There’s something else you want to say.”
“Are you really going to do it?” Xia eagerly and nervously wanted to know.
Ying-tai turned his eyes away and looked forward, “Is it really wrong if I do?”
Xia opened his mouth to speak but Huian stopped him. He poured himself a cup of tea and raised the rim to his lips. “If you agree to marry the princess of Qi, I suggest you to fall back on your intent to bring down Zhao.”
Ying-tai turned his head at this, his expression stern, “Why are you saying this to me, Huian?”
“If marriage is all it takes to achieve a unified nation, you must not touch Zhao,” Huian continued as he sipped his tea. “Because that is where OUR princess is. And keeping peace between the states is exactly what her role is right now.”
Ying-tai clenched his fists.
“If you agree to this proposal and still have plans to annihilate Zhao, your words will be invalid and your actions voided. We will be uncredited and Princess Xiu Juan’s life may immediately be at risk.” Huian laid his cup down, “We are great men who are feared by many across the world. Sometimes we forget where we stand. But don’t forget those who are moving mountains for you small stones at a time.”
Ying-tai’s eyes lit up from the familiar words. He let out a breath and grinned, “Huh.”
“What?” Huian raised a brow.
“It’s just,” Ying-tai’s grin grew wider as he grew more at ease, “The late Emperor once said that to me.”
“Well, he was a wise man,” Huian smirked.
“I don’t get it,” Xia tilted his head. “Who’s moving stones and why?”
Huian knocked Xia’s head with his knuckles and shook his head at him. As they argued, Ying-tai sat quietly in his thoughts.
Are you not afraid in the presence of Zhao, Princess Xiu Juan? Do you not feel alone? Ying-tai lifted his eyes and scanned the room filled with jovial bodies, Why does it matter if I have the whole world in my hands? As long as you are absent from me, I am empty handed.
“Now,” Emperor Fengge started after such an anticipating moment, “for a long awaited moment. A day I’ve prayed to live long enough to see,” he turned to Prince Enlai and benevolently smiled, “Perhaps my time has come to its end.”
Prince Enlai’s chest heaved.
Emperor Fengge turned his head to the imperial official who held the crown of Qi and stood up. He took the crown into his hand and called unto Prince Enlai. As his son knelt before him with a bowed head, Emperor Fengge approached him with the crown and slowly began to raise it as he opened his lips to announce the decree. Ying-tai watched the proud father look at his young prince with splendid rejoice and his lips curved into a smile at the proper exchange of the crown.
“Crown Prince Enlai of Qi—” Emperor Fengge’s voice sounded.
BOOM! CRACK!
Simultaneously, the ground shook and the banquet grew tense.
Explosives? Ying-tai immediately grew alarmed. We’re under attack? At this time?
Prince Enlai looked at Ying-tai, his eyes expressing trouble.
BOOM!
At the second ground shaking sound, Prince Enlai stood up from his position. A guard gusted through the door and rushed his way toward Emperor Fengge. He knelt down and saluted.
“Emperor Fengge!”
“Speak,” Emperor Fengge’s voice was stern.
“Emperor Fengge, I am here to report that we are under attack!”
“Attack?” Prince Enlai stepped forward. “By who?”
“The emerald army, your highness!”
“Yan?” Ying-tai’s demeanor turned austere.
“They always make an inconvenient entrance,” Huian growled, remembering their last encounter with the Yan men.
“They are led by the great Zihao, Second Commander of Yan.”
“Second Commander Zihao of Yan?” Emperor Fengge’s eyes grew wide.
Prince Enlai turned to his father. He kept his voice calm, “This will have to wait. The welfare of Qi is my priority.” He bowed lowly and saluted his father.
Emperor Fengge was fighting to hold his composure. “Return alive. That is an order.”
Shortly after Prince Enlai relieved himself from the grand room, Ying-tai followed him.
“Prince Enlai, allow my men to assist you,” Ying-tai advised him.
Prince Enlai turned him, “Your men have done so much for us already. I can’t risk the lives of your men once again. I will not be able to repay you.”
“I have fought the emerald army before. They are not to be underestimated. One miscalculation and you will suffer major casualties within your empire,” Ying-tai persisted.
Prince Enlai looked at Ying-tai as he contemplated.
“My men are familiar with their tactics and art of combat. Please,” Ying-tai pled, “you must allow me to help you.”
Prince Enlai nodded. “I regret to ask you to jump into peril with me once again, Ying-tai of Qin,” his brows were lightly furrowed. “I’ll meet you at the front. Ready your men.”
Ying-tai bowed his head as Prince Enlai left for preparations.
“Why would Second in Command Zihao of Yan be here?” Huian’s voice sounded from behind Ying-tai.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Ying-tai frowned. “Is there something here that they want?”
“Or someone?” Huian looked at Ying-tai.
“Either way,” Ying-tai proceeded forward, “If General Xiao Tong of Yan was competent enough to challenge Sir He, this Second Commander Zihao of Yan must not be overlooked.” His brows were deeply furrowed, “Prepare for battle.”
Splinters of wood were spread across the gravel and wails of women could be heard from the highest window of the palace. Village firemen rushed to put out fire from the explosions while foot soldiers pushed to hold the gates closed as the Yan men persisted to thrust through.
“Persevere, men! Hold the gates!”
On higher ground that looked down unto Qi, Second Commander Zihao of Yan sat silently on his horse’s back and watched calmly as embers rose from the empire. He was a large man with mountainous shoulders that could shield two full grown men. He naturally had a scowling face and a trimmed beard over a mouth that rarely smiled. Though an enthusiast of fighting, he had bags under his eyes as though he was bored or rather weary from battle.
“Perhaps we are using too harsh of an approach for the assignment?” An elite Yan cavalier wondered.
“Nonsense,” Zihao intoned with his deep voice. “In war, there is no such thing as too harsh.” His eyes glared, “And if that man is in there, there’s no force too great for him.”
The elite Yan cavalier turned to Zihao with a questionable look.
“If he was able to bring down General Xiao Tong and take Pugilist Leader He of Zhenzhu Mountain to be his crony, to say that he is problematic would be an understatement.”
The elite Yan cavalier’s eyes widened. “If that is what you believe, sir, then what is your protocol on this?”
Zihao, expression unchanged, voiced, “Kill Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin on sight.”
The front gate was only a few strikes away from being broken through. As Prince Enlai arrived on scene, General Peizhi ran to him.
“Your highness,” he saluted.
“Speak,” Prince Enlai ordered.
“There are many of them. Second Commander Zihao of Yan is unyielding and cruel. Even if we come out of this alive, expect a lot of casualties.”
“Any news on Zihao of Yan’s position?” Prince Enlai questioned.
General Peizhi lowered his head, “Forgive me. I have no report on his position. My guess is he is holding back until his foot soldiers break through.”
Prince Enlai frowned, “Deploy the men in position. It is our duty to hold them off as far away as possible so as not to cause so much damage.”
“Crown Prince Enlai of Qi,” one of his men called to him as he rushed over. He bowed and saluted to him.
“What is it?”
“Report from Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin.”
“Speak.”
“Unit Commander Ying-tai says he will not meet you here and only require that you stay within the walls no matter what.”
“What?” Prince Enlai enlarged his eyes. “Where did he say he was going to be?”
“He briefed that he was going to defend the other side while you are here,” the messenger informed.
General Peizhi looked at Prince Enlai with a concerned expression.
Prince Enlai only nodded. “Put your trust in him. He did help us with the feat against the pirates after all.”
“Prince Enlai—” General Peizhi started.
“Trust in him.” Prince Enlai shut him down. His face was solemn. What are you doing, Ying-tai?
CRACK!
Prince Enlai lifted his head at the sound of the gate deteriorating. He gripped his sword, readying for impact.
The ground shook as the gate split into fragments. The sparkling embers that floated around the charging enemy radiated the emerald threads on their robes, glowing like jade.
“PERSEVERE QI!” Prince Enlai’s voice thundered and the clashing army struck loud enough for the ground to tremble near Zihao.
Merciless and obstinate as they were infamously proclaimed to be, the emerald army pushed Prince Enlai and his army back. Streams of blood trailed the streets and dews of blood decorated the stone walls like gems while explosions continued to erupt from within.
“Your highness! Watch out!” A voice cried from behind Prince Enlai.
He spun at once, only seeing a blur of emerald and violet flutter before him. His eyes followed the spiraling colors into a building where it detonated as he blinked. Inside, Prince Enlai could make out a shadow holding a man down. The violet robe on his back soon turned into black ash as he continued to be burnt alive.
“NO!” Prince Enlai screamed after him but felt his soldiers hold him back. The flames rose and danced as if to mock him. “Let me go! Our brother is in there!”
“Your highness, you must get a hold of yourself! Look around you! To ashes is all we will be if we fail to put a stop to this!”
Prince Enlai stopped struggling. Grief had struck his eyes.
“We need you to keep calm. No. Matter. What.” They pled. “Men like him and us were built for this. But innocent people are dying. That, we cannot have!”
Prince Enlai gripped his sword. He held his composure and roughly wiped away a tear that managed to escape his eye. He turned around, “They are heading for the heart of Qi. Deploy our men there.” He deeply frowned, “And if you see Zihao of Yan, bring me his head detached from his body!”
Zihao closed his eyes and lifted his head up to sniff the air. “Hmmm,” he opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, blank-faced. “Burning flesh.” He gripped the reins on his horse, “Perhaps it is time for us to join the festivity.” He shifted and his reins clinked once before he stopped moving completely. His lips curved and he smirked. “The demon always appears at the perfect time to encourage a man’s dark desire.” He turned to Ying-tai, dressed in his crimson uniform. He had been sitting on his dark horse waiting for Zihao’s move. “Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin. What a pleasure.”
Ying-tai stared at him coldly. “Be warned, Second Commander Zihao of Yan. There is an arrow drawn at you. Taking one more step forward will be an invitation for him to shoot.”
Zihao moved his eyes to Xia. He was in position patiently waiting for action. His arrow was tightly drawn and in between his other two fingers that weren’t clasping the string, he had a spare arrow ready. He grinned at Ying-tai. “I’m flattered, Ying-tai of Qin. Seems as though I pose to be a great threat to you.” He narrowed his eyes at Xia, “Having your greatest shooter to hold aim at me.”
Xia drew his string back tighter at Zihao, glaring.
“Your fight is with me, Zihao of Yan,” Ying-tai stated.
“You are exactly why I, myself, am here,” Zihao growled.
Ying-tai furrowed his brows. “Yet you come to burn down the Qi empire and cause unnecessary casualties?”
“Well, I heard you were inside the kingdom and I thought I’d smoke you out,” Zihao smirked. “I rather love dramatic settings anyway.”
“You knew I was within the walls of Qi?” Ying-tai frowned. “By whom?”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you have killed one of my brothers and stolen what we strived for!”
Ying-tai was ready to grab his sword. “Zhenzhu Mountain was never meant for ruthless men.”
Zihao widened his eyes.
“And Geneal Xiao Tong of Yan simply met his heaven written end the day he came back to deride Sir He.”
“And you were there,” Zihao said behind gritted teeth.
Ying-tai boldly stared him down, “Your brother came to accept his end.”
“Erraagghh!” Zihao threw his dagger toward Ying-tai in which Xia shot it down and sparks emitted from the colliding metals. In the midst of Xia flicking his spare arrow upward to reload his bow, Zihao leapt toward Ying-tai with his sword drawn. Xia released his second arrow and Zihao took notice and shifted his body for the arrow to land into his shoulder.
Damn! Xia clicked his tongue. He flicked up another arrow but Zihao was already hovering above them. He’s fast!
His sword plummeted toward Ying-tai. At once, Ying-tai unsheathed his sword to block the heavy blow and thrusted Zihao back several paces from his dark horse. Zihao landed his feet lightly onto the ground and lifted his eyes up to Ying-tai. He pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and grinned as he raised his sword and gave signal to his elite cavaliers to attack. They moved in unison, stampeding toward Ying-tai and his army.
“IN POSITION!” Huian shouted.
Ying-tai started ahead, heading straight to Zihao. Every assailant that attempted to encumber Ying-tai was struck down by Xia’s arrows. Zihao stood his ground, patiently waiting for Ying-tai to reach his radius. An arrow whizzed past Xia’s ear and his eyes dilated at the flying arrows that aimed for him. He tumbled away from target and lifted up a dead body and used it as a shield. Five arrows followed and landed into the flesh he was grasping onto while one gusted through the skull and the blood from the corpse sprayed onto his eyelid and cheek.
Ying-tai narrowed his eyes the closer he got to Zihao. Within reach, Ying-tai readied himself for impact. He positioned his sword and as his horse jumped past Zihao, he struck. He circled back and charged toward Zihao once more before leaping off to stand on the same ground as his opponent.
From their rapid clashing, a whirl wind stirred around them. Being a much larger man, Zihao’s attacks were slower than Ying-tai’s but rigorous and indefatigable.
“Unnghh,” Ying-tai grunted from Zihao’s blasting blow that he blocked with his sword as his knee was pressed against the dirt. Ying-tai exerted force to push himself upward and swiped his sword against Zihao who flew back. While Zihao was airborne, Ying-tai instantly leapt up and followed Zihao with his sword in position for a kill.
“Not too fast, boy,” Zihao sneered as he lifted his blade and twisted his body in midair to land a hit on Ying-tai.
With each swing the two men made, the darkness around them was lit with sparks that came from the friction of their blades. Ying-tai was swift with each attack, careful not to leave an opening as a one too many hits from Zihao would risk a man to be incapacitated.
“You’re some man, Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin,” Zihao commented. “You speak little and fight much.” He smiled, “I quite like that.”
Ying-tai swung his sword hard and gave him a whirling kick that sent him hurling. With one knee and hand on the ground, Zihao continued to slide back from the hit and spat out some blood. He felt a change of wind and quickly lifted his eyes up to find Ying-tai flying toward him, his eyes radiating of frightful ferocity.
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“Heh,” Zihao grinned with furrowed brows and lifted his sword up to block Ying-tai’s force.
CLAAANG!
Ying-tai was looking down at him with his preying eyes and Zihao couldn’t help but feel excited. “So there are still men like you in the battlefield.”
Ying-tai continued to exert force down onto him.
“The fire. The desire. The potency of man!” Zihao’s eyes became wild with relish. “To extinguish that from my foe is what gives me my vigor!” He laughed and pushed Ying-tai paces back as he swung both of his arms open.
Ying-tai furrowed his brows as he controlled his breathing, keeping his eyes on Zihao. He stood up and pointed at Ying-tai.
“Come, Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin. Let me extinguish that blinding blaze of fire in your eyes!”
Ying-tai stood in his stance before leaping forward. Zihao’s sword struck upward and came back around to strike Ying-tai again, winding against him in a cycling rotation. Ying-tai deflected each silver glimmer as he stepped back and Zihao lifted his leg up and swung a kick to his chest. Ying-tai flew back and tumbled backward to reposition himself upward.
“Mmmf,” Ying-tai frowned.
Zihao came again with a swinging attack in which Ying-tai bent back to let the sword glide just above his abdomen. Ying-tai sprung back with a hurling fist and Zihao responded with the same act. Zihao hooked Ying-tai’s leg and sent him plummeting to the ground. His back against the dirt, Ying-tai noticed the glimmer of silver from Zihao’s sword that hurtled down his way and he instantaneously shifted to the side. The sword impaled the ground next to his ear and Ying-tai took this chance to hook Zihao’s leg and drag him down onto the ground with him.
Zihao extended his arm out to his sword and gripped it. Ying-tai acted quickly and grabbed his own sword. With their backs still against the ground, they swung at each other at once with so much force their arms shook from the collision. When Ying-tai finally flicked away Zihao’s blade, Zihao once again stubbornly came down with his sword and slid the blade toward Ying-tai’s head. Ying-tai pushed himself upward and evaded the sweeping slash below him. On his feet again, Ying-tai stood in his stance and watched Zihao make his next move.
“You are relentless, boy,” Zihao breathed as he raised his face to the dark sky. “Ehhh? No stars tonight.” He randomly commented. He sniffed the air, “Smells like rain.”
Ying-tai gripped his sword tighter and prepared to attack.
“Yes,” Zihao nodded as he looked at Ying-tai with slight annoyance, “You are as relentless as rain.”
Screams could be heard from the empire and shadows of civilians could be seen from the high smoke.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Zihao chuckled. “The cries. The voices of the opposing empire dying just like its future!”
Ying-tai laid his eyes on the lifeless men in crimson and emerald silk that were soiled on the ground.
“And the men,” Zihao plainly commented at the bodies around them, “A disposable pawn for the greater good.”
Ying-tai widened his eyes and his pupils dialted. “Disgusting,” he said behind clenched teeth.
“Eh?” Zihao raised his brow at Ying-tai.
“To see men like you. Men who promote havoc. Men who lack human sense.”
Ying-tai flew forward and Zihao blocked him with one arm. Ying-tai spun with his sword and came back with a hit, successfully landing a cut on Zihao. He continued to pummel him with one arm repeatedly until Zihao swung a punch. Ying-tai stood his ground and continued to swing punches.
“I’d thought that by now,” Ying-tai began as he proceeded to deliver stinging belts to his opponent, “with all of the men I have met who dutifully died by my hands, those like you and I would see the breaking spirits in our brothers!” Ying-tai twirled his sword and sent a fatal slash to the arm that Xia’s arrow went through. “To vaguely die for something is only a fool's conduct.”
Zihao grasped Ying-tai’s arm to stop it from propelling. He looked into Ying-tai’s eyes and felt his hand grow limp from the might it held.
“You are no warrior. You are vacant vessel floating with the ill wind of the suffering world,” Ying-tai declared. “I may serve Qin and raise its crimson flags against the emerald state of Yan. But I say this to you: you are not worthy to bear that color of silk on your back!”
Zihao widened his eyes and was made paralyzed with Ying-tai’s cutting words and watched Ying-tai swing his head back and thrust it forward onto his head, rendering him defeated.
Ying-tai clenched his jaw from the soreness and, feeling that Zihao’s grip loosened, he twisted his wrist around Zihao’s wrist and took a firm grip on him. He hoisted himself up, hooked his legs around Zihao’s neck and swiveled himself around until he was facing Zihao’s back. With one hand on Zihao’s large head, he raised one foot up and leveled himself upward as he hauled his sword back and positioned it to the back of Zihao’s head.
“To set matters straight, I do believe in the death of men.” Ying-tai pulled his sword back further and tightly gripped it before thrusting it forward, “But only necessary sacrifices shall be made.”
PFFTEW! WHIZZ!
Ying-tai’s raised shoulder and arm became numb from two arrows that perforated through.
“Ying-tai!”
“Unit Commander!”
He could hear his men cry for him. Zihao’s head jerked at once and Ying-tai instantly lifted his eyes back to him and attempted to complete his kill. He forced his arm to move forward but Zihao acted too fast for his injured shoulder that impeded his movement. He wrapped his large hands around Ying-tai’s throat and flung him over. Zihao, bloodied face, then fell onto one hand and knee. He wiped his mouth and nose and raised his eyes to Ying-tai who turned over to his hand and knees, his injured arm still gripping onto his sword. The Qin army began to close in at a rapid rate. Zihao’s men came sprinting from behind him, also ready to attack, until he raised his hand.
“Second Commander Zihao?” His men were surprised by the sudden change of plan.
“Draw back,” he heavily breathed.
“But—” one of his men insisted.
“Draw back!” Zihao yelled. “Do you not see?” He kept his eyes on Ying-tai who began to mount Shen. Zihao felt a cold drop on his cheek and wiped it with the back of his hand. Rainfall. He spoke as he stood and as the rain began to fall at a faster tempo, “That demon cannot be taken down. At least not with just us alone.”
“As you command,” his men obliged.
Ying-tai and Zihao stared at one another, not blinking. The red glow from the Qi empire began to diminish. It being their only light source, their surroundings began to sink into blackness. Zihao’s features were soon indistinguishable as he was engulfed with darkness. Then, soon enough, Zihao became one with the night’s nothingness.
“Halt,” Ying-tai intoned.
“What?” His men paused in their stride.
“The fight is over,” Ying-tai looked straight ahead where Zihao stood. “For now.”
“We won?”
Ying-tai looked at his men, “For now.”
Their celebratory roar thundered across the plain, their weapons clinking in harmony.
“Our men,” Huian’s head was lowered to the ones scattered across the land.
“We will have to return to them. Right now we have to assist Prince Enlai,” Ying-tai yanked on his reins and started toward the walls of Qi.
By the time Ying-tai reached the destroyed gate, all of the fire was extinguished from the pouring rain. It was so silent and bare, only the thumping sound of rain against the rooftop and smoke were existent. Ying-tai’s men followed closely behind, carefully on a lookout incase there were Yan men hiding amongst the darkness. A rumbling sound of fallen lumber and stones startled the men and they drew their swords out, ready to clash. Footsteps came closer to them and they stepped back, guarded. The closer the footsteps approached, it sounded smaller and smaller. Too small for it to be a full grown man.
“A child?” Huian stepped forward but Xia grabbed him, still guarded.
When the silhouette came close enough for them to make out, all of Huian’s breath came out of him.
“A little boy,” Xia’s eyes widened.
The little boy suddenly panicked at the sight of their unfamiliar uniform and backed up into the darkness.
“No don’t go, little one!” Huian consoled him.
He fell onto his bottom and scooted further away.
“We are with the Qin army,” Xia announced.
The little boy shuddered more and began to cry from overwhelming fear.
“We are with Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin,” Huian clarified. “The man who brought back the lost children.”
Almost immediately, the little boy stopped crying and stumbled to get up. He ran toward them with his small legs and flailed his arms around to reach out.
“Ying-tai,” his small voice uttered. “Ying-tai!”
Ying-tai took his tiny hand in his and led the child toward him. While his men stood guarded, he bent down and spoke in a low voice, “Where are your parents, little one?”
“Mama,” was all he could voice out as he tugged onto Ying-tai. “Mama!” He pointed to a certain direction.
Ying-tai and a few of his men followed the child and stopped at a crumbled building. On the bottom of the pile of stone bricks was a woman laying on her belly. Ying-tai rushed to feel her pulse only to find an absent beat. He furrowed his fists and clenched his jaw. He stood and turned to Huian, his eyes speaking for the situation. Huian’s eyes widened and he picked up the child and walked away from the pile of rubbles while patting his head as he held his composure in front of the child.
They continued quietly down the stripped streets of Qi, almost reaching the heart of the empire. The silence of the once animated place was unsettling. Almost haunting.
Crack! Ruuuuumble!
Ying-tai and his men stood in stance and pointed their weapons out. A sound of a single footstep was heard and along with it was the clinking noise of armor. Ying-tai furrowed his brows, ready to slash down the shadow.
Swish!
The person leapt from their position and charged toward them. Xia darted toward the sound and hooked his arm around theirs to lock it in place.
Emerald? Xia saw the silk on the man’s arm and immediately eradicated him.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Four more closed in and Ying-tai drew his sword out. He bolted toward the first emitted sound and hooked the opponent’s arm to his back.
Emerald sleeve. Ying-tai made out the shade and took his life. He flew toward the second and third noise that sounded and eliminated them.
That’s three. Where’s the fourth? Ying-tai raised his hand to signal his men to stay their ground. He listened carefully for any sound of movement while his men were in a statue-state. The clouds started to shift, giving way to the moonlight. In the split second of light, Ying-tai noticed a shifting shade of green. Darkness hovered again and Ying-tai signaled Xia of the hiding enemy. Ying-tai picked up a piece of rubble by his foot and hurled it toward the position.
“Ack!” A voiced cracked.
Xia swiftly drew his arrow and snapped it toward the direction of the voice. As expected, a body was heard collapsing to the ground.
That’s four. Ying-tai grinned.
The moonlight seeped through the clouds for another split second and the Qin soldiers shifted to the shadows to not reveal their positions to the camping enemies. Ying-tai scanned the area and noticed more green uniforms. He turned to Xia.
I got you. Xia mouthed.
When darkness enveloped the streets once more, Ying-tai shifted from his position and terminated the closest enemies on the low ground. He covered their mouths and slid his short blade through their throats and tossed them into the shadows where the moonlight did not touch. Ying-tai leapt for a hiding spot and pressed his back against the wall. He heard three bodies scurry above him and studied their position. He picked up three cold stones and flung them to the three targets.
“Ack!”
“Ommph!”
“Aye!”
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
Three crunches of perforation echoed soon after.
Once more, the moonlight oozed over the streets and revealed the colors that did not belong. Darkness swept in and veiled its heavy sheet over as it chased the light into the other horizon.
Four. Ying-tai took note. He moved from his position and approached the first target with stealth and killed him the same way as the others. He made his way to the second but flew back from an arrow that struck by his foot.
One of them has a bow. Ying-tai frowned. How troublesome. He scanned the area for Xia. I wonder if Xia heard where that came from. He glanced across the street. I’ll force the archer to give away his position. Ying-tai gusted from his hiding spot and leapt toward his next area of cover.
Whiz! Whiz! Thud! Thud!
Ying-tai rolled over and away from the arrows as it landed behind him. He pressed his back against the wall and by his ear an arrow splintered through.
Tsk! Ying-tai furrowed his brows.
A hand reached out from the shadows and wrapped them around Ying-tai. Ying-tai gripped his knife and plunged it into the man’s side. Before he could let out a wail, Ying-tai twisted around and raised his hand to muffle the moaning sounds and ended his life swiftly.
Ugh! The jolting pain on his shoulder was getting more noticeable. I can’t even wield a simple dagger!
From the other side of the street two blocks ahead, Ying-tai could hear a cry growing louder.
The child! Huian!
An arrow abruptly flew to that direction and the child began to cry louder from freight. Huian’s position was given away and three more arrows cut through the wind.
Huian can’t move fast enough with that child! Ying-tai turned once and another arrow flew before him. Not blinking from the strike, Ying-tai only smirked. Found you. Ying-tai threw his dagger at a wooden post nearby and the sound of a bow being stretched immediately followed it.
WHIZ!
Xia’s arrow soared over and up toward the sound and penetrated the archer.
Ying-tai recommenced the elimination of the stranded soldiers. After the countdown reached to the last two, Ying-tai captured one of them alive for questioning, only to have the man take his own life promptly.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle!
The last man managed to slip away from them and Ying-tai fastened his pace to catch up with him. Ying-tai listened to his rhythmic footsteps turn into a corner and then suddenly stop. He, too, stopped in his stride before continuing ahead with caution. Ying-tai gripped his dagger he retrieved and controlled his breathing—preparing himself to strike as he started to turn into the same corner the Yan soldier disappeared to.
Swish!
Ying-tai drew his arm back at the sound of whipping cloth from rapid movement just as the moonlight found it’s way through the clouds once more. The light beamed against Ying-tai’s reflective blade.
“Ying-tai?” Prince Enlai exhaled, his eyes large. He had his sword heaved against Ying-tai.
“Prince Enlai!” Ying-tai withdrew his stance.
Prince Enlai rushed toward Ying-tai and grasped his arms while he examined him, “I thought we lost you! Where were you all along?”
“I was on the other side of the kingdom,” Ying-tai simply replied.
“I had my men search for you but your position could not be located!” Prince Enlai furrowed his brows from the concern Ying-tai caused him.
Ying-tai patted Prince Enlai’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring grin. “My men and I tracked down Second Commander Zihao of Yan’s position to stall him.”
Prince Enlai’s eyes widened, “Second Commander Zihao of Yan?”
Ying-tai nodded. “Unfortunately, he slipped away from us. Whether or not he’ll come back, we mustn’t let our guard down low.”
“I’m just impressed how you managed to get away without major injuries,” Prince Enlai commented. He turned to the side and looked down at the Yan soldier he pounded unconscious. “We will interrogate this man,” he furrowed his brows. “To why they came, I don’t know. We have not associated ourselves with the Yan for a long time. This attack is too spontaneous and oddly ambitious.”
Ying-tai only kept quiet.
“We must keep moving,” Huian mentioned. “There may be people that need help.”
Prince Enlai looked up, “You are right. We need to head towards the heart of Qi.”
Rustling sounds of clinking metal bounced from the walls as Ying-tai’s men and Prince Enlai’s men rushed to find survivors. Rain continued to pour and light became more apparent as the sun rose. When the shadows became only mere reflections of the rubbles, Prince Enlai’s chest heaved at the clearer view of what his eyes beheld.
“How,” he began with widened eyes. “How did I let this happen to my kingdom?” Tears welled up at the sight of lifeless bodies and he clenched his fists, “I am no fit to be a leader.”
“Prince Enlai,” Ying-tai started to console him, “What has been done has been done. What matters are those who are still alive out there. Those are the ones that can still uphold your kingdom; ones who could still grow with you.”
“Crown Prince! There seems to be movement ahead!” One of the Qi soldiers noticed.
Everyone rushed to the area at once.
“Show yourselves!” General Peizhi voiced.
“Please don’t hurt us! Spare our lives! We beg of you!” A man’s voice sounded.
“I, Crown Prince Enlai of Qi, stand before you. If you are a survivor please come out. Otherwise, we will intrude due to worst assumption.”
“Crown Prince Enlai!” Voices muttered.
Numerous people emerged from their covering spot and wept at the sight of their soldiers that came to save them.
“You! Aid them!” Prince Enlai immediately ordered his men. “The rest of you split up and scout for any survivors!” Prince Enlai turned to Ying-tai, “I will have you come with me to the palace.”
Ying-tai nodded. “I will also have my men help scout for civilians.”
Seeing that the palace was unscathed, Prince Enlai sighed with relief, “They didn’t reach the heart of the kingdom. Good. That’s good.”
When they entered inside, elite guards had their weapons drawn and ready but instantly relented when they saw their prince and own comrades.
“It’s Crown Prince Enlai and Ying-tai!”
“Notify his highness. The Yan army has retreated,” Prince Enlai reported. “But Qi has suffered grave casualties from the attack. Assistance is needed immediately.”
“Yes!” They saluted.
Ying-tai looked at Prince Enlai. Despite this victory, his expression was gray and defeated.
Emperor Fengge burst through the doors and rushed toward his son. At sight, Prince Enlai and Ying-tai saluted him.
Emperor Fengge caught his breath and composed himself, “You’ve persevered Qi once again, Crown Prince Enlai.” He turned to Ying-tai, “And I am to thank you once again Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin,” he lowered his head and saluted in gratitude. “At this point, I am unable to repay such acts you have bestowed unto us.”
“There is no need for such kind of formality for matters like this,” Ying-tai raised his hand to reason. “I only did what was right and necessary for the sake of wellbeing.”
“You’re too noble, Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin,” Emperor Fengge smiled warmly.
“We’ve only come to confirm your safety and to report to you,” Prince Enlai saluted his father again. “Seeing that you are indeed well, we will have to return to matters that await outside.”
“Ah, yes, yes,” Emperor Fengge nodded. “I will not keep you then.”
Prince Enlai excused himself and left in a hurry. Ying-tai turned to follow before Emperor Fengge stopped him.
“Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin,” he started.
Ying-tai turned to him.
“Thank you,” his lips quivered. “You’ve helped him stay alive and well. Thank you.”
Ying-tai bowed to him without saying anything and left to follow Prince Enlai.
Crumble.
Prince Enlai turned toward the noise of falling brick. It had not stopped raining and lifeless bodies did not yet stop turning up.
“Crown Prince,” General Peizhi bowed to him. “It’s past noon. You should eat or drink something.”
Prince Enlai did not respond.
“At least rest,” General Peizhi continued, concerned.
“How can I rest,” Prince Enlai blankly voiced, “if there is someone out there who may still be in wait?”
General Peizhi turned to Ying-tai in which he approached Prince Enlai.
“What are the numbers?” Prince Enlai inquired.
“Prince Enlai,” Ying-tai started.
“Go and take a break,” General Peizhi pled.
“How many so far?” Prince Enlai persisted.
“Prince Enlai,” Ying-tai stepped in once more.
“HOW MANY!”
General Peizhi fell onto his knees and bowed his head for a salute. “Four hundred and seventy five and counting.”
Ying-tai furrowed his brows in woe as he looked at Prince Enlai. He sighed and pressed, “Prince Enlai, I understand there is far much to be done and that you want to be there for everything. But what can you do at your present state?” Ying-tai looked at the civilians holding each other up, “Morales will fall if they see their leader in a distressed and unstable state. You have to be rooted through all conditions and you cannot do that by neglecting your own health.”
Prince Enlai looked at his people and his eyes grew doleful. “I held a child in my arm. Not much older than five years. He was crushed under rubble.” Tears welled up in his eyes, “He was just hiding.”
Ying-tai lowered his eyes.
“This shouldn’t happen,” Prince Enlai curled his hands into a fist.
Ying-tai put his hand on Prince Enlai’s shoulder, “Rest first, Prince Enlai. You must be prepared for what awaits you.”
Prince Enlai finally obliged and nodded. “You’re right, Ying-tai.”
Returning to the palace, they walked side by side in the rain, neither of them saying a word.
Several days passed since the attack from the Yan state. Restoring the Qi state was in progress and recovery was expeditious with Ying-tai and Prince Enlai there every step of the way. As rubbles were being lifted away and grounds began to clear, it was as though the Qi empire was a newborn state.
Prince Enlai bent down and picked up a handful of dirt. His eyes revealed his dismal heart, “How many more times must this land be stripped to almost barren until it could see even a blooming blossom that is here to stay?” He slowly let the dirt fall from the palm of his hand and chuckled, “Ah, to be so confident with such a thought.”
Ying-tai lightly furrowed his brows and sighed as he watched Prince Enlai.
Later that night, when the sky was finally clear for the stars to illuminate for the world, Prince Enlai carried two pitchers of wine and searched for Ying-tai in means to share.
“Second Commander Huian, have you seen Ying-tai?” Prince Enlai questioned when he came across Huian just outside the gates of the palace.
“Ah,” Huian thought, “Last I saw him he was by the west side where there are a lot of trees hovering the hillside.”
“Oh?” Prince Enlai chuckled, “Why would he be there? He never ceases to surprise me.” He bowed his head to Huian, “Thank you, Huian. I”ll be on my way now.”
Huian bowed in return and watched Prince Enlai leave. Just shortly after, General Peizhi scurried toward him. He was nearly out of breath.
“Second Commander Huian of Qin! Did Prince Enlai just pass through here?” He gasped for air.
Huian’s eyes grew big from the anxious state General Peizhi was in, “Yes. We had a brief greeting just not too long ago. What was it you needed?”
“I have an urgent report!” General Peizhi stood up straighter, “In regards to the case of Song Jianyu and The West Division Carnage Incident!”
“What did you say?” Huian’s eyes widened immediately.
“As we were clearing the heavy wreckage at Song Jianyu’s residence caused by the Yan’s explosives, we came across an area that seemed to be hidden from the public. It seems as though it had been covered for many years but the recurring detonations from the attack disrupted the ground in its surrounding and unveiled it.”
Huian breathed in heavily as he realized, It must be the piece that Ying-tai and Prince Enlai were searching for! “Come with me!” Huian gestured General Peizhi hastily, “I know where they are!”
Ying-tai was laying underneath the largest and oldest tree at the highest tip of the hill when Prince Enlai approached him. He had his eyes closed and his breathing regulated from meditating.
“So you have found the sacred tree of Qi’s Hill of a Thousand Blossoms,” Prince Enlai brightly commented when he sat down next to Ying-tai and began pouring wine into two cups. “Here,” he offered Ying-tai one full cup of wine.
Ying-tai smirked, “I’ve never drank so much until I came here. I’ll surely remember you for that.”
Prince Enlai chuckled, “I never had to face so much conflict until you came here. I’ll surely remember you for that.”
Ying-tai smiled at his comment and accepted his cup of wine.
After Prince Enlai finished his cup and lowered it down to pour himself another, he smiled lightly, “This summer I’ve faced almost every fear possible and in all my life, in such short time, I’ve grown the most. I’ve learned much. Hurt much. Lost much…” Prince Enlai raised his cup of wine and looked at Ying-tai, “…and gained much.” He studied Ying-tai before continuing, “How do you do it?”
Ying-tai raised his eyebrow, unsure of what Prince Enlai meant.
“Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin, such way is thy life. How do you bear with it?” Prince Enlai paused, “And why must you?”
Ying-tai breathed in and exhaled heavily. He raised his eyes up at the waving branch above him, “To be able to see plum blossoms bloom from all sides of the world.”
Prince Enlai’s eyes grew bigger at his reply. “To be able to see plum blossoms bloom from all sides of the world,” he repeated quietly to himself.
“When I finally bring the world that is to come, not one petal from such cherished blossom shall wilt again due to the sake of absence.” Ying-tai placed his hand on his chest and closed his eyes again.
Prince Enlai watched him and then lightly grinned. “Sometimes,” he lifted his head up to the branches above them, “I wish you could just say it as it is rather than use poetic expressions.”
They both chuckled at the comment and continued to drink their wine.
“Tell me the truth, though, Ying-tai of Qin,” Prince Enlai began, “Is there a deeper reason to why you are hesitant in accepting the engagement to my sister?”
Ying-tai opened his eyes and looked at Prince Enlai. He only gently smiled as he sat up, “Men don’t dawdle in such trivial matters.”
Prince Enlai noticed something drop from Ying-tai’s garment when he stood up and quickly picked it up for him, “Oh, you dropped something—” He stopped his sentence short when he observed what it was: pressed plum blossoms on rice paper. It wasn’t his garment I clipped during that time, he smiled to himself as he began to understand.
“Prince Enlai! Ying-tai!”
Ying-tai and Prince Enlai immediately turned toward the direction of the voices. It was Huian and General Peizhi. They were running uphill to them in a perturbed state.
“Huian? General Peizhi?” Ying-tai was alarmed by their behavior.
The two men saluted to Ying-tai and Prince Enlai before continuing.
“Urgent news to report!” General Peizhi saluted.
“Please continue,” Prince Enlai had his eyebrows furrowed.
“We’ve uncovered something quite unsettling.” General Peizhi raised his eyes to Prince Enlai, “Within Song Jianyu’s residence.”
Both Ying-tai and Prince Enlai’s eyes shot wide open. They looked at each other before Ying-tai stepped forward, “Does anyone know about this?”
“No, just me and the few men who entered into the residence as it is a prohibited area to the public.” General Peizhi confirmed.
“Good,” Prince Enlai nodded. “Best we keep it that way. We will head there immediately.”
“Yes!” General Peizhi bowed his head and lead the way.
Song Jianyu’s residence was heavily guarded when they arrived. Seeing that Prince Enlai and Ying-tai was approaching them, they moved aside for them to enter. They swept through the gates, into the manor, and to the backyard toward the area that General Peizhi reported. The ground was cracked and whatever was under it was pressing the soil upward. It gave an impression of a disturbed grave.
Wide-eyed, Prince Enlai examined the area. “Who else knows about this?” He turned to General Peizhi.
“No one but all who stand here,” he confirmed.
“Good,” Prince Enlai nodded. He scanned the faces around him with stern eyes, “Everything we see here stays between us. Nobody besides all who are standing here today is allowed into this area. Nobody shall utter a word of this. If anyone unwarranted shall step foot into the perimeter or break the code of silence, they will be punished to the highest extent the imperial court will permit. This is a royal decree!”
“Yes, your highness!” His men knelt at once and bowed their heads.
“A private investigation shall be granted and commenced as soon as possible—” Prince Enlai started before he was interrupted by the gong’s bellow from the palace. He turned toward the sound, alarmed. “What could it be now?”
“What is it?” Ying-tai questioned.
“The palace is summoning the court.”
“What for?” Huian stepped in.
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Prince Enlai furrowed his brows. “As far as I am concerned, there should not be a reason to why that gong is sounding.”
“Prince Enlai,” General Peizhi was beginning to worry also.
“We should return then,” Ying-tai caught Prince Enlai’s attention. “You mustn’t keep them waiting. We will come back to this later.”
Prince Enlai looked at Ying-tai and nodded. As he left to lead the way, Ying-tai noticed a spider in the center of its web that was ornamented with rain dew.
“Ying-tai,” Huian proceeded toward him, “Is everything okay?”
“It’s just,” Ying-tai turned to him. He suddenly felt a sense of unpleasantness. He only grinned and straightened his posture, “It’s nothing, Huian. Let us catch up with the rest of the men.”
“We’ve waited a while,” Emperor Fengge commented when Prince Enlai and Ying-tai finally entered through the doorway.
Ying-tai eyed the room and studied each face. Their eyes were all on him. Xia was waiting for them at the front.
“It was only a little while,” Princess Yanmei smiled warmly at them from her seat.
After Prince Enlai saluted them, he looked at his father, “Such an urgent summon. What is this about?”
Emperor Fengge only looked at him before taking in a controlled breath and ordered, “Take a seat, Crown Prince Enlai of Qi.”
Prince Enlai lightly furrowed his eyebrows at the tense atmosphere of the room and obliged. After seating himself down, he kept his eyes forward and his head slightly bowed whilst speaking, “Mind telling me what’s going on now, father?”
Emperor Fengge turned his head and nodded for a person to make their entrance. Ying-tai raised his eyes as he sensed the familiar, displeasing presence.
“Long time no see,” Lord Han smirked at Ying-tai. “I’ve heard you made quite a name for yourself here. And, also, quite an acquaintance to the young prince you have become.”
“Lord Han,” Emperor Fengge’s voice was deep and unamused. “Please make this quick.”
Lord Han bowed to Emperor Fengge, “Your highness! I bring forth ill news! I report a traitor in your empire!” He spun and pointed his index finger to Ying-tai as he made his announcement.
“Foolishness!” Prince Enlai snapped. “You dare point a finger at Qi’s hero? Lord Han, beware of your standing!”
“I do NOT bear false claim nor have I ever!” Lord Han lifted his fat chin. “This Unit Commander Ying-tai of Qin is a deserter. A renegade! He serves none and follows no laws!”
“Presumptuous!” Xia angrily shot up from his seat. “Watch what comes out of that mouth of yours, you senseless geezer!”
Huian stood up, raised his hands and placed them together in formality and pled, “Emperor Fengge of Qi! These are false allegations! Please investigate if you must!”
“Emperor Fengge, please be wise and open your eyes! The cause of death of The late Emperor of Qin was conspired by his own adopted son!” Lord Han blurted.
“What vileness!” Ying-tai furrowed his brows.
“You have better have validation for such great accusations against a great man,” Prince Enlai warned. “This could cost you your tongue.”
“The late Emperor of Qin only had one son, Lord Han. No other son, even adopted, was ever recorded.” Emperor Fengge recalled. “Please set your facts straight.”
“The state of Qin kept it a secret. The late Emperor of Qin found Ying-tai on a cold morning among the thorns of a flower terrace. He is indeed the adopted son of Qin’s late Emperor!”
Huian’s eyes shot wide open. “How dare you!”
Lord Han ignored Huian and continued, “Ying-tai influenced many, gained fame and admiration throughout the state of Qin. The late Emperor knew and was threatened by this but he was assassinated before he could take matters into his own hands and recover the goodness of his empire! Ying-tai was exiled following the funeral.”
Prince Enlai looked at Ying-tai, his chest heaving.
“Lord Han, how dare you!” Xia was furious at this point. “These are blatant lies!”
“It’s no wonder he gained the trust of your kingdom so quickly! This corrupted man is adept in such ploys!” Lord Han screeched. “Emperor Fengge! You must be smarter and guarded! He might be trying to crush your kingdom to rubbles and strip you bare, if not kill you!”
“Enough!” Prince Enlai shot up from his seat.
“I have proof!” Lord Han reached into his garment and pulled out an envelope with Qin’s seal. “Words of attestation from the emperor of Qin himself, the son of The late Emperor of Qin.”
“Jiao Long,” Ying-tai felt his breath leave him. “He’s forsaken me.”
The room waited for Emperor Fengge to unfold and read the letter. As his eyes reached the end of the paper, his hands trembled. His eyes pierced toward Ying-tai.
“Such wickedness,” Emperor Fengge growled.
“Emperor Fengge! Please investigate this matter!” Huian pled. “You don’t understand—”
“WHAT IS THERE LEFT TO UNDERSTAND?!” Emperor Fengge roared. “This is from the emperor of Qin himself! You dare argue otherwise? You are only proving your defiance against your state!” He turned his head to Prince Enlai, “I listened to you when you wanted to welcome them into my kingdom, my home. I listened to you when you wanted to join hands with them. I listened to you!” Emperor Fengge was breathing heavily. “What do you have to say for yourself for accepting these kind of people?”
Prince Enlai, his eyes filled with hurt and confusion, was unable to utter a word.
Xia turned to Ying-tai, “Ying-tai you must say something!”
“You heard Emperor Fengge. Us trying to say anything, even if it is the truest of words, will be faulty to them. It will only elucidate defiance and that is not what we are.” Ying-tai frowned and clenched his fists.
“Your highness,” Prince Enlai bowed, “Perhaps we must not be too hasty on deciding a verdict.”
“Have I taught you nothing?” Emperor Fengge glared at his son. He raised the letter to Prince Enlai, “Going against the imperial seal of Qin is to rage war against them! Perhaps you have become recalcitrant from associating yourself with them for far too long.”
“Ying-tai of Qin has single-handedly pulled us through many trials!” Prince Enlai tried to reason.
“Theatrical acts!” Lord Han bellowed. “I heard what happened during your latest battle! Why couldn’t you capture Second Commander Zihao of Yan?”
Prince Enlai was stumbled.
“Did it not come across you that Ying-tai possibly let him go?” Lord Han continued.
Prince Enlai turned his eyes to Ying-tai, “I did not dare to assume.”
Lord Han scoffed, “Where’s your intuition, Crown Prince?”
“What about your daughter?!” Princess Yanmei clutched her chest. “Does my safe return have little to no meaning to you, reverent father?”
Emperor Fengge looked at his daughter with hurt.
“Look at how the children disobey you!” Lord Han clucked. “They have become naive and impulsive. They would put a hostile man before you!”
Emperor Fengge leaned back in his chair and placed his hand over his eyes.
The royal advisors by him lowered their heads as they spoke in unison, “You must not harbor a declared traitor! This puts your name and kingdom at risk! An example must be made! Uphold thy image! Uphold thy kingdom!”
“My dear king,” Lord Han slumped his head to the side as to show pity, “How foolish you have become. You were blinded by the demon!”
Emperor Fengge lifted his eyes to Ying-tai and took a deep breath, “Do you have anything to say?”
Ying-tai raised his head and lifted his hands in formality, “Emperor Fengge of Qi, I and my men have shown you nothing but goodness. I held onto the hope that those deeds would leave enough of an impression for me rather than breathing words that would later simply be carried away by the wind.”
“Impression? Such as from the deeds you left behind in Qin?” Emperor Fengge leaned in, “Just what was your plan here in my state of Qi?”
Ying-tai raised his head and looked at Emperor Fengge, “I plea for you to not misunderstand—”
“Misunderstand what?” Emperor Fengge countered. “The only person who could prove your innocence has personally declared you a criminal. Say I were to let you go, what would that make me?”
Lord Han peered at Ying-tai from the side of his eyes and sneered.
“You have placed me in this situation, son. Remember that.” Despite Emperor Fengge’s anger, his eyes almost looked sad.
“Your highness—“ Prince Enlai began.
“No more.” Emperor Fengge stopped him short. He turned to Prince Enlai, “Do you want my head to be detached from my body?”
“Crown Prince Enlai,” Lord Han’s voice echoed through the room once again, “Don’t pity such a man. Listen to me, son: if he truly wanted to be part of your kingdom, why did he not just accept the offer you and your father charitably bestowed?”
Prince Enlai looked at Ying-tai.
“Apparently you just weren’t that important to him,” Lord Han shrugged. “He could not even protect the brotherhood between him and the man he grew up alongside with. You are merely a stepping stone.”
“Brother, don’t listen to this mendacious nonsense!” Princess Yanmei interjected.
“This isn’t the first time he’s rejected a marriage proposal,” Lord Han scorned at Princess Yanmei. “If he would deny his own family for his own cause, what makes you think he would not do it against you?”
Ying-tai exhaled and shut his eyes at the bitter memory.
“Emperor Fengge! This is just a weaved story covering what truly happened,” Huian warned.
“Enough,” Prince Enlai lowered his eyes.
Emperor Fengge looked at his son and then at his court. “Royal advisors, take note,” he started.
The court bowed at once.
“The men of Qin have indeed helped Qi claim all the victories since they arrived. Therefore, for the sake of mercy, only the man openly named shall pay the fine due.” Emperor Fengge paused and took in a deep breath whilst looking at Ying-tai in the eyes. “Ying-tai, for deceiving multiple courts and continuous attempts to conspiring treason, I have no other option but to give you the appropriate punishment Qi requires.”
Lord Han’s smirk became wider by the moment.
“Within fourteen sunrises, Ying-tai, you will be beheaded. This is an imperial decree!” Emperor Fengge’s voice thundered throughout the room.
Prince Enlai spun his head toward his father with wide eyes and Princess Yanmei was caught in her maid’s arms as she fell back in distress. She placed her hands over her chest and her slender shoulders began to tremble.
“Father,” Prince Enlai tried once more to reason.
“Any man who dares to endeavor a rescue for such a criminal shall suffer the same punishment as well,” Emperor Fengge narrowed his eyes.
In the midst of the stir of the court, Huian and Xia shot up from their seats and prepared to unsheathe their swords. They were pulled back by Ying-tai, shaking his head for them to halt their motives.
“You heard him. You both cannot get caught up in this mess with me.” Ying-tai lectured. “Let us be grateful that at the least he showed some mercy.”
“Are you insane? I will not have you get killed here!” Xia growled. “We’ve come too far!”
“Ying-tai, we will not leave you here!” Huian snapped.
“If you bind yourselves with me, then who will lead our men outside?” Ying-tai scolded. “If there are still you two out there, there is hope left!”
Huian lightened his grip and lowered his shoulders. Xia turned to Huian, not wanting to back down.
“But why?” Xia exasperated.
Huian understood and nodded, “Stay alive, Ying-tai. We will return for you.”
“Leave at once with our men,” Ying-tai remained calm as he commanded.
Emperor Fengge’s bellowing voice sounded again, “Men of Qin, you are to leave this state and never to return. If a single raised crimson flag is spotted, war shall commence.”
Before Huian and Xia made their way to exit, they turned to Ying-tai and bowed lowly to him.
“Fourteen sunrises. Just be a little patient,” Huian whispered when his head was bowed to Ying-tai. “I will return for you.”
“Maintain resilient,” Xia made Ying-tai swear. He was beyond nervous for him. He knew what conflicting states did to their prisoners of war, “Stay alive, Ying-tai.”
Ying-tai nodded once and glanced at their faces one last time.
Clink! Clink!
Four elite guards brought forth the rustling chains, “Ying-tai, please,” They respectfully approached him.
Ying-tai extended his arms out and allowed them to bind his hands as they took away his sword. When they escorted him out of the room, Princess Yanmei fluttered down from her seat and chased after them, brushing past Lord Han who remained grinning.
“Wait!” She cried as they shut the door on her. “He’s an innocent man!” She glided through the court so quickly, the seams of her gown had not yet touched the floor when she stood by the doorway. Cheeks streaked with tears, she turned her head to her brother and wept, “Why, older brother? Why did you forsake him?”
Prince Enlai did not look up. He kept silent until the court was dismissed and the room was empty, his knuckles white from keeping them clenched all evening.
“Are you alright?” Princess Yanmei’s maid, Lan, rubbed her back.
Princess Yanmei leaned her head to the side with despondent eyes, “Lan, why do the gods forsake great men? To see such unprincipled acts claim victory makes me so angry at the heavens.”
“Grand Princess,” Lan sighed at her.
“It’s unfair,” Princess Yanmei furrowed her brows and wept. “I know he is innocent!”
“Such is the world we live in,” Lan lowered her head before she bumped it into Princess Yanmei’s back as she just suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Grand Princess!” She rubbed her head.
“Shh!” Princess Yanmei covered Lan’s mouth and pulled back to behind the wall to hide. They both peeked through the corner and watched Lord Han speak to another man.
“The Qin soldiers will be leaving by sundown. You are to follow them,” Lord Han handed the man an envelope, “Notify the emerald army of the next plan. When they are far enough from Qi, kill them. Kill them all. Leave no survivors of Ying-tai’s men.”
“Addressed to Unit Commander Renshu of Yan?” The man’s eyes widened. “Is it necessary to call upon this man?”
Lord Han’s eyes narrowed, “When it comes to these men who follow that demon, yes. They already failed once horrendously when they launched the attack here in Qi. With the Unit Commander of Yan taking part, this will guarantee Ying-tai’s end. Now leave at once!”
Princess Yanmei widened her eyes and held her lips together so as to not breathe too loud.
“The emerald army?” Lan gasped quietly. “He is going to get Yan’s Unit Commander involved! Renshu of Yan does not believe in the weak and is incapable of empathy!”
“The fat bastard is going to have all of Ying-tai’s men killed.” Princess Yanmei picked her skirt up and silently hurried away. “I must do something!”