Mayumi's watchful eyes jumped from one stranger to the next. Although they are in the Upper Ring, it doesn't mean she can act complacently. A Kyoshi Warrior must always be on the lookout for potential dangers that threatens the people. Or in this case, a defenseless scholar who is sharp with his speech but completely vulnerable to cuts and bruises. Him wearing armor during a high societal gathering may be pragmatic, but it does not conform to the gentry standards expected by others.

"I suspect this is the first time you have ever been to an event like this one," Shan said as he walks in front of her. "I must remind you that this is different from the Keju exam. Maintain all mannerism of your role. Demonstrate upmost professionalism in the presence of others, especially the Gan Jin patriarch."

They walked pass dozens of Upper Ring citizens that are presumably invited to the estate. Out of all the carriages, the two of them seems to be the few that travels on foot. Mayumi recalled the same path she used to deliver Shan's calligraphy. Without the burden of secrecy, it's easier to enjoy the visually appealing environment. The entire neighborhood of the Gan Jin tribe is an artwork of its own, both for its perfectionist design and the excessive cleanliness. It is certainly the prove of Ganjinese stewardship.

Amongst the gathering of high classed citizens, she saw a few generals and local officials. Although this is a wedding celebration for Gong Zi and Lady Qian Jin, the ones that truly controls it are the parents. Since it is held in the patriarch's estate, he has invited many prominent members that are more closely aligned to himself and General Sun Bin.

"You know Shan, it's very not necessary for you to buy me a new outfit just for this one occasion," Mayumi said as they arrived on the same street of the patriarch's home. "My old dress is good enough."

"I know that, but it is also damaged, unsightly," the scholar countered. "The nature of the Upper Ring meant even the smallest details can be used to tarnish your reputation. Attending as a guest to an upstanding member of the city can garner scrutiny if the visitor does not enforce proper consideration for dress codes. I do not wish to send the wrong message, if you understand."

"I know," Mayumi responded without sighing. Shan obviously caters more to his own reputation amongst the aristocracy. Without the backing of a clan, he cannot afford to disrespect everyone at the same time.

The outfit came with a light green robe and an even more armored look on the shoulders. New leather protection on both arms is useful when fighting in narrow spaces. She retained the boots and the straw hat, but without the veil around the face. For this occasion, the long hair is tied to a ponytail. Overall, the choice of clothing and the sword should immediately inform others of her profession. At least that is what the scholar hope would do. This arrangement does emit the appearance of a wandering swordswoman, which may also be misinterpreted as a mercenary with problematic background.

"It seems that not everyone cares about their public appearances," Mayumi remarked.

Shan also took notice.

Near the entrance of the estate, a large group of distinctive people are preparing to enter the giant siheyuan. They all wore a brownish color, ragged clothing made of either animal hide or fur. From a distance, she can already notice some of the faces dirtied from the lack of cleaning. Such people stand at the exact opposite to Upper Ring standards, and the Gan Jin tribe would definitely be repulsed by their mere presence. Or so she thought.

"Those people are members of the Zhang tribe, and they are the exception," Shan commented. As the writer of his famous work on various Earth Kingdom ethnicities, he briefly explained the history about this peculiar group of people. "These hooligans have a long history of being rivals with the Gan Jin, their hatred towards one another can traced back for hundreds of years. It's only in recent times that both sides made peace with one another, thanks to the cunning effort of a past Avatar."

"I am surprised that they are even invited," Mayumi grimaced at their shameless mannerism. She saw one of the tribesmen picked his nose and then used another guest's silk dress to wipe the stain off, much to the irritation of the noble lady.

"Indeed, but the warming relations between the two tribes remains a vital commitment by their elders. Since this event aims to commentate the marriage of the patriarch's son, inviting the Zhang's tribal leader is an excellent way to foster their ties. While you may interpret this as inviting the unkempt into an otherwise pristine place, the act of betraying the warming ties with the Zhang will certainly draw more scrutiny to the Gan Jin. Such is the game of reputation that the Upper Ring must play every day. But judging the Zhang, they are not complete barbarians." Shan motioned Mayumi to further examine the ragged guests. Each of them carried gifts for the soon-to-be couple. "They behaved accordingly to the conventional conduct. We shouldn't lag behind."

"Almost," Mayumi corrected. A small argument ensued with a noblewoman lampooning the Zhang's lack of cleanliness. The scholar and swordswoman then joined the line of invitees. Besides the sword, Mayumi also carried another item prepared by Shan. In respective to the important culture of gifting, the scholar must use an item that can equate Gong Zi's previous gift on this very special occasion. She doesn't know what it may be. But it's rather assuring that herself will not be responsible if there is a problem, Shan is the mastermind after all.

Members of the Zhang tribe ignored the subtle but judgmental glances from others. There is clearly a sense of animosity, but their status as very special guests to the Ganjinese meant other Upper Ring citizens must remain cordial.

"Tribal Chief!" A man with a long white beard warmly greeted a very tall tribesman. They both bowed, exchanging congratulations on this auspicious day. The delegation of Zhang presented gifts in this reception area. Despite their ragged outfits, these hooligans are surprisingly knowledgeable on the customs, presenting very appropriate items such as porcelain bowls. Their presence is great to symbolize the warming relations between the two historical rivals, and attending this wedding ceremony is enough to further improve ties.

"Classic tactic, but an effective one nonetheless," Shan said as the tribal chief complimented the patriarch's son. The legalist perceived it as exploiting the historic relationship to becoming closer with the Ganjinese. Unlike the other invitees, the Zhang invests additional time to exchange pleasantries with the Gan Jin welcoming party. The patriarch will naturally reciprocate this. Most see this as normal exchanges during a wedding, but for scholars who aligned themselves with legalism, trust is an extremely fickle thing.

"Their hygiene is indeed revolting, but they do seem genuine," Mayumi chimed in. "They obviously don't live in the Upper Ring, I doubt they would have much to gain by feigning politeness."

Despite standing behind the scholar, she can feel him narrowing that naturally cold gaze. Memories of the Te clan's humiliation is a strict reminder of what happens when someone opposes the White Scholar.

"There is always an ulterior motive behind every good intention," he claimed while opening the paper fan. "How can you confidently trust the outward appearance of another without being guarded in your heart? There is no downside in allowing a little bit of doubt into the goodwill of others, anyone can apply."

Mayumi bite the side of her lips.

"Now, approach cautiously. Yours truly will converse with the host." Shan walked forward to entrance as the Zhang delegation filed into the compound. The scholar bowed first, respecting the Gan Jin patriarch's seniority.

"Ah Shan! Welcome!" the patriarch is delighted. A warm smile painted his face, receiving the White Scholar with open arms. Standing nearby, Mayumi noted the advanced age of this elderly leader. Despite every thread of hair being consumed by the inauspicious color of white, he appeared healthy like a man who is only half of the official age.

Gong Zi and his younger brother isn't too far away either. The groom is decorated with a golden sash flower tied to the chest. Both are also responsible for welcoming the guests, stationed just behind the patriarch as he conversed directly with Shan.

"To commemorate this auspicious event, I wish to present the young master with this gift."

That was the White Scholar's signal. Mayumi opened up the small box in her other hand, revealing the wedding gift. Expectedly, it's calligraphy. She slowly rolled the parchment wide.

"I wish to apologize for my conduct. I unfortunately do not have the wealth nor ability to procure a gift worthy of Gong Zi," Shan proclaimed while fanning himself. "Which is why I have employed my meagre abilities to craft something personally. Please accept."

This piece of parchment has captivated the patriarch's attention. Upper Ring citizens can spot a priceless artwork when they see one. But receiving it as a free gift is even better!

The patriarch is instantly infatuated with this calligraphy. Mayumi held it closer for him to marvel.

"It is so...real," he praised the background image. The Ganjinese almost touched the parchment, but quickly retracted his hands after breaking out of the trance. "Such great talent worths much more than gold and silver. Please, make yourself at home Shan! Your presence alone brings me great joy!" He turned back to his two sons, ordering the oldest to quickly usher the scholar to the allocated seat. Despite Gong Zi being one of this wedding's most important individual, his father holds the true reign here.

Mayumi closed the calligraphy scroll. Unlike the vast majority of attendees here, she doesn't find this gift to be much different from Shan's other work. It was actually just a random incomplete piece hanging on the wall of the study room. But it certainly emits an aura of rarity as none of them stepped foot into that place before.

"This is such a great wedding gift for my son! Thank you, Shan." The patriarch continued in joy. Of course, both sides knew that it was this scholar's talent that saved this marriage union, preventing the family from losing face in the eyes of the Upper Ring.

The elder's smile faded as Gong Zi is still standing at the back of the reception area. He turned slightly stern, feign coughing to signal his actual son to show public courtesy. Begrudgingly, the adolescent heir is ordered to guide the Zhuangyuan to one of the round tables in the courtyard.

Mayumi gave the calligraphy to a servant who is responsible for handling the gifts, and the trailed after Shan into the giant estate.

"Young master Gong Zi, what a pleasure it is to attend what is perhaps your most important day of your life," Shan said while leisurely fanning himself. "Words spread fast about your excellent painting of Lady Qian Jin, I did not know you have such remarkable talent. It is a shame that it is not display here for all to marvel at its serenity."

Gong Zi almost choked on his own saliva after hearing this. He immediately recomposed himself. Although both knew that Shan is the true painter of Lady Qian Jin's portrait, saying it out loud in public would bring death to the Ganjinese reputation.

The groom laughed with difficulty, trying his absolute best to appear friendly. "Your praises are unneeded. I am simply following the wishes of my father."

This situation has certainly made him very uncomfortable.

But Shan did not stop here. He inquired about Lady Qian Jin's beauty. Gong Zi replied that the portrait is slightly exaggerated from her real features.

"Lady Qian Jin is rumored to be a talented beauty who is skilled in literature and other pursuits," Shan looked at Gong Zi straight in the eye. "I am certain your intellectual prowess will compliment it."

This time, the Ganjinese didn't try to pretend. He whispered to Shan, acknowledging his vital contribution in saving their reputation.

"I get it! I get it!" he hissed. "That's enough! You win, ok?"

"Do not fret young Master Gong Zi," Shan's stoic emotion remains unchanged. "Although you didn't even pass and attain a basic rank in the examination, it does not change the fact that Lady Qian Jin's heart has been captivated by the poem."

"Shan, mentioning that part very isn't necessary," Gong Zi covered his eyes and sighed. Despite Shan's role in this ordeal remains a secret, it's still too embarrassing for the Ganjinese to handle this reality. From this day onward, disrespecting the White Scholar would only warrant the patriarch's wrath.

The guest is guided to a round empty table. After seated, he helped himself with an already prepared tray of tea. The warm brew tastes like sweet dew, instantly showcasing its rarity.

"It seems the patriarch has graciously prepared the famed Mengding Huangya," Shan recalled the tea's name. "If I am not mistaken, this was thought to be a brew made for the immortals. The Air Nomads of old would travel and pick these at spring just to present it to the Earth King."

Gong Zi has no time for history lessons. He instead persisted about why a woman is following them.

"You have a problem?" Mayumi tapped the sword and glared at him. Gong Zi recoiled. He immediately elicits that bearing weapons on a wedding day is a huge taboo. Thus, incurring bad luck, much to her confusion. "But I thought weapons are fine in a wedding ceremony."

Shan didn't even try to help, just sipping the tea away as Gong Zi struggles to comprehend this breach of custom.

"Which part of the Earth Kingdom are even you from?" the Ganjinese asked. Seeing his incredulous face, Mayumi realized that she has forgotten to consider the cultural differences between her home and Ba Sing Se. Most of mainland Earth Kingdom do not view weapons as an auspicious object for gifting, as it symbolizes malice and ill intentions. It is a tool for war, not something presentable for visitors.

After accepting some quick explanation, Gong Zi emphasized that less important visitors must go to the second floor where the servant quarters are located. Mayumi turned and left, finding the staircase.

The Ganjinese breathed a sigh of relief. "Who was that?" he asked Shan.

"Yours truly is nothing more but a scholar," Shan replied while focusing on the tea. "If confronted by threats beyond a gentleman's control, a capable bodyguard would be reasonably enough." He glanced at Gong Zi. "You don't recognize her?"

The young heir shook his head dumbly. The scholar simply drinks the tea, think nothing much of it.

"It seems that an unexpected guest has arrived." Shan noticed a nobleman who exchanged pleasantries with the patriarch. But that man's cheerful expression immediately changed when he noticed the scholar donned in white. To this day, no one is able to further improve Shan's essay. This naturally places Te Laoye in a difficult position, losing face every day.

The young scholar continued savored the tea alone and ignored that bitter father. Gong Zi also went back to the courtyard entrance to welcome other guests. He sat alone on this table as servants prepared for Lady Qian Jin's arrival. Other visitors conversed as a special guest has graced this ceremony.

"Museum director Han Fei, what an honor it is to have your attendance!" the patriarch greeted.

The esteemed guest smiled warmly, stating there is no need to use the word 'director'. Nonetheless, the head role of curating Ba Sing Se's priceless artifacts is a significant position, a duty that held at high respect. While neither an official that oversees economic or military affairs, Han Fei is still a very high-ranking member in the city's upper echelon. His presence would further empower this marriage union's legitimacy.

"No need to be so cordial, old friend," Han Fei said. "The honor is mine." He then sighed, lamenting on something. "This the first time you planned a ceremony like this for the young ones. Dare I say you did an exceptionally splendid job. Finding a single litter on the way here is simply impossible!"

The Ganjinese and their strict adherence of cleanliness have never ceased to amaze others. Even the most prestigious Upper Ring households must accept their impeccable standards. "As someone who has gone through this before, I understand the difficulties."

"Indeed," the patriarch suddenly appeared tired. "Well then, I will not bother you much further, please director, make yourself at home!"

Han Fei stepped into the courtyard. He strolled around the other tables. Guests would stand up and bow as he walked by. Even Te Gaogui's father showed the upmost courtesy to this museum director. Finally, the man arrived at Shan's table.

"Mentor," Shan stood up and made his own bow. Using the standard 'fist and palm' gesture, the scholar acknowledged Han Fei presence.

"No need to be too formal, Shan," Han Fei took a seat. The young protege poured him a cup of tea. "It is an auspicious event after all. This marriage between the two households would bring great joy to the Upper Ring."

News already circulated amongst the aristocracy days before this wedding. It is commonly believed that Gong Zi is the one who impressed Lady Qian Jin with his artistic talent and astounding love poem. While it is embarrassing for the Ganjinese to not even pass the Keju examination, this event is an opportunity to somewhat redeem the family's honor. The fact that General Sun Bin gave the blessing for the wedding is a testament of he believes to be Gong Zi's raw scholarly talent.

"Yours truly is indeed curious on what Lady Qian Jin looks like. Rumors said that her complexions worth all the flowers of Ba Sing Se combined. Young master Gong Zi's hard work has certainly paid off. For replicating a woman's beauty on a blank piece of parchment is no simple thing." Shan poured some more brew after Han Fei emptied the last cup. Although he outwardly praised the Ganjinese's artistic talent, the concern lies in whether or not the painting accurately depicts the noblewoman in question. No one has seen her real face beside the relatives and the Gan Jin patriarch's family. He stole a small glance at the table where a few generals are sitting. There is General Sun Bin on a wheelchair, accompanied by a few lower ranked commanders who are more closely aligned with him. Judging by their laughter and sharing of tea, one can assume that the father has no problem with this union. But the surprisingly lack of happiness from Gong Zi does raise some questions into the painting's accuracy. After all, the face on the portrait is from a completely different individual.

"Since there were many high classed ladies who also fancy this impeccably attractive and tidy young man, one can say that Qian Jin is very lucky." Han Fei commented over the steam generated by the beverage. "But I also must commend on Gong Zi's obedience in this matter."

Han Fei suddenly burst into a light chuckle. Shan sipped his own cup of tea cautiously, knowing that his mentor is no ordinary individual.

"Isn't it funny? A young man who couldn't even attain the lowest rank in the civil service exam managed to impress a high classed lady with the skills of a scholar. I don't suppose the spirits might have interfered?" Han Fei's words made Shan tense. "It's rather strange that even a farmer's son managed to reach near the top of the leaderboard. Peculiar, isn't it?"

Shan can indeed confirm it to be true. Although exceptionally rare due to the advantages held by wealthier families, it is legally possible for even the poorest peasants to become high ranking officials. The only prerequisite is merit and possessing a talent of a renowned scholar. He remembers that a young man from a farming background was also present during the Keju graduation ceremony. For the sharp-eyed Han Fei, this small detail should not be ignored.

"Gong Zi has since improved, reflecting on his previous failures," Shan calmly rationalized it to the mentor. "Even the most hideous silkworm can transform after emerging from its cocoon.

"Yes, my protege. But what use do I have for a moth when it is the silk that is truly valuable?" Han Fei riposted the analogy. "It would be a shame if it's discovered by the public that Gong Zi has some secrets that would inconvenient both his own reputation and the household."

Shan is aware that Han Fei is suspicious of what very happened. Gong Zi is a remarkably handsome young man that can easily swoon most of Upper Ring's maidens, but he is not known for being a scholarly material. Nevertheless, the only people that shouldn't know the truth are the citizens. They both secretly agreed that the union between the Gan Jin and Lady Qian Jin's family can being some counter to the Ximen clan's balance of power. Of all the households, members of the Ximen family have the greatest number of individuals serving in the government. Their current elder is even a member of the top military council.

Han Fei sighed again. The middle-aged gentleman has weathered through almost half of life's four seasons. Tired and cautious, he warned the young scholar against relying on others to mask personal lack of talent.

"I mean no arrogance, but your student has accomplished many on the path of a scholar," Shan said while pouring another cup of tea for Han Fei. He is not a high ranking official yet, but being a Zhuangyuan scholar alone presents vast potential in his career. There may even be a day when even Han Fei must answer to him.

"I know, I know," the older man confirmed. "I am not doubting your ability. Young master Gong Zi's obedience is commendable, but building a grand fortress on sand is quite pointless. His mistake lies in being unable to back up his claims with real action." He eyed Shan. "As for those with talent, it is the distractions that is concerning. I am afraid that you too may tumble on the road from here. Certainty is not encouraged, my protege. Unlike you, I no longer have that youthful energy. But one lesson I learnt is that there are many great men who abandoned their ambition for the sake of petty desires."

"I assure you, yours truly will not make those same petty mistakes." Shan did well to mask his visibly offended face.

"I hope so," Han Fei said. "Because that is the same thing my last student said."

Shan grew wary of his mentor's words. At this moment, the brown-haired swordswoman can be seen walking on the second floor, trying to locate the room reserved for retainers.

"Pupil," Han Fei called his student back to focus. "Don't make the same mistake as your predecessor. There are more important ambitions than a small flower growing on the side of a cliff. Speaking of which, I haven't even given you a gift for attaining the rank of Zhuangyuan. It must be very tiresome to receive so much marriage proposals from other prominent households."

Shan refrained from quickly correcting Han Fei. "I did not give them a palatable response, but found others uses for the letters." He spared details of using those betrothal parchments as fire fuel. It is inconvenient as some of those senders are even present in this giant courtyard, perhaps still believing that their daughters can easily entice a future high ranking official. Those occasional glares thrown at this way is simple to ignore for someone of his caliber, but in order to maintain his political independence in this game of clan patrimonialism, Shan must not carelessly accept the hand in marriage of any high classed maiden. It is not the woman that he will be tied to, it is the household that wishes to obtain the scholar's loyalty. Since a Zhuangyuan classed scholar can easily rise to the top of the city administration, almost all of Upper Ring would be searching for a golden opportunity.

Nevertheless, marriage between two individuals is nothing more but another tool for political maneuvers. Even this wedding they are attending right now is no different. The entanglement of family ties with political power are simply too ingrained in the everyday running of Earth Kingdom states and Fire Nation. Even if legalist scholars like the Shan wishes to do away with this environment, eliminating this fabric of society is no simple task. To even succeed slightly, they too must participate in this game to a certain extent.

"I presume you have already met Lady Te Gaogui," Han Fei resumed his cheerful smile. "I must say, one part of me felt sadness to see her reaching only second place in the civil service exam. We could have got the first woman Zhuangyuan in history."

"The purpose of the Keju is to select talents based solely on merit," Shan replied without any remorse. "Political processes are pointless if the results are undesirable. I see no use of arbitrary emotions in the matter." It was a cold and harsh statement, simple but hard to refute. A strict meritocratic vision of the world endorsed by all legalist scholars shall harbor no empathy for personal interests. While Lady Te's second place is still a very prestigious rank, it is still nothing compared to the true benefit of being a Zhuangyuan. Troubling news from her homeland lead the upper echelons to believe that she wishes to influence the city's policies in an official manner, possibly bringing drastic change to Ba Sing Se's inaction to the civil wars outside. But upsetting the delicate balance of power and embroiling its armies into this mess is something that cannot be easily rationalized. Especially if the purpose is to rescue a land that is not even on the city border.

But that doesn't mean this will last forever. Even the states were split into countless entities, one of them will eventually rise above them all. Just like what happened countless times, a kingdom long divided must unite eventually, why let victory be taken by others when this city can once again reign over the realms? Which is why it would certainly be beneficial if there are trustworthy allies outside the grand bastions.

"I have been speaking with Lord Te on the way here," Han Fei began. "While there have some minor frictions lately, he is open to the idea offering his daughter's hand in marriage to a worthy individual, even if this young man is someone who has offended their household's honor."

"Minor frictions?" Shan raised an eyebrow. He closed both eyes, fanning himself. "With all due respect, you know better than I on who is the real mind behind this asinine idea."

The museum director nodded, even without Shan's sharpness, it's obvious that someone like Te Laoye would never agree to marrying his daughter off to Shan. While it is true that the scholar would be beneficial as a political ally, pride can always stand in the way, especially since the young scholar offended the Te clan on the Keju ceremony.

"You are in a rather privileged position," Han Fei suddenly smirked. "A woman who is both exceptional in beauty and intelligence is almost impossible to court. In all my years of working close to his excellency, interacting with the aristocracy can be rather dull. But one thing that keep me entertained is watching countless young men trying to pick the garden's most beautiful flower and fail. Many clan elders try to secure Lady Te as their daughter-in-law."

"And some try to court them directly," Shan said in a critical manner. He didn't even try to be quiet, fully aware others might hear it.

As uncomfortable as it may be, some senior members of the aristocracy did try to secure Lady Te as their own concubine, sometimes even disguising their desire with the excuse of arranging a marriage for their son. But the core benefit of integrating the city's most beautiful noblewoman as a family member can also be motivated by the insatiable desire for prestige. Watching these major households trying to obtain Te Gaogui like wild beasts competing for a piece of delicious meat can be amusing to some and disgusting for most.

"They only saw her by usefulness," Shan stirred the conversation away from the grotesque aspect of the Upper Ring. As a young scholar who endorses Fajia legalism, he is more focused on the inherit flaws of the people. "The scourge of patrimonialism spares no one. Besides astounding beauty, the households only value her based on the expectation of a Zhuangyuan rank."

"A valid point," Han Fei acknowledged the pragmatism. "Although Te Gaogui would certainly steal the show from Lady Qian Jin in today's celebration," he mused.

This can explain why only her father is invited. But it may also indicate that Te Gaogui is still trying to recover from the Keju exam. If she cannot obtain the Zhuangyuan rank and influence the city as an official, then the route of using family ties is still a viable option.

"If she wasn't born into a major household, would Lady Te still receive the same recognition?" Shan challenged. "I can say for sure that if a prostitute of insignificant background possesses the same renown beauty, would these nepotists be so vocal about courting her?" It takes many restrains to suppress himself. Those from insignificant background will never obtain the same recognition here unless tremendous effort is applied. It took many years for Shan to establish his reputation as a respectable scholar, exploiting the aristocracy's vanity for art and poems. The culture of respecting scholars has thankfully also played an instrumental role too. But if it wasn't for the renowned calligraphy and the rank of Zhuangyuan, no one in the Upper Ring would even pay the slightest attention. But there is something that Shan wishes to understand, why is his mentor even considering Lady Te's intentions?

"Your views are correct. However, Lady Te is respected not only for her appearance, but it is also admirable as she values education more than vanity." The older man is still interested in pairing the scholar and beauty together. In the absence of parents related in blood, mentors would fill the void of deciding arrange marriages. "Cherish this opportunity young man, I can only imagine how many people would kill to be in your boots."

"Mentor," Shan addressed in an even more serious voice than usual. Still not receptive to this ordeal, the scholar debated the merits. "You taught me many lessons that will not be forgotten. Which is why yours truly find your enthusiasm to be rather contradictory to what our philosophy believes. A servant to the state cannot dilute allegiance with the selfish priorities of one individual clan. Despite the hubris of others, we both are fully aware of that woman's true intention. I would rather she alter the course of the city's policies as a legitimate official rather than adapting this underhanded route. I also foresee no benefit in becoming a member of the Te family. They are a waning power, even the holding in their homeland is threatened significantly by its neighboring state."

"There are multiple reasons why I would endorse this," Han Fei calmly replied. He sipped some tea before answering. "I can understand your youthful pursuit for a world that does not need family ties to advance in the hierarchy. But realism demands us to temporarily set aside our ideals and be open to using conventional means. One does not change society and the people's attitude easily, even Avatars do not have that power. That one who thought was doing the right thing is only driven by wishful thinking and overconfidence." He leaned his body a bit forward, appealing to the scholar's own desires. "Do you not have any feelings for Lady Te at all? She is after all considered to be the most beautiful woman in Ba Sing Se. You are a Zhuangyuan graduate who bested everyone in this year's Keju exam. A renown scholar and an exceptional beauty, what kind of pairing is better than that? Besides, I don't even need to be worried about your marriage prospects in future. You are old enough, and already at a suitable age. I haven't even gotten a gift for your accomplishment and this the perfect way to kill two birds with one stone."

Shan narrowed his eyes. One of the key concepts of legalism demands the ruler to never show their real intentions. From the perspective of the tyrannical philosophy, those in power should deceive their ministers to keep usurpers at bay. He knows that Han Fei is hiding something. As the mentor casually enjoys a cup of tea, the facial expressions appear absolutely natural and carefree. What is present on the surface should never be trusted when it is conversing with none other than the museum director.

"I will consider it," Shan replied without much interest. Although he personally dislikes this potential outcome, there is a degree of pragmatism he must consider.

Usually, scholars who achieved a high ranking in the civil service examination would receive countless marriage proposals from aristocratic households. In the past, there are even cases where a Zhuangyuan ranked scholar managed to captivate the attention of the imperial family. An Earth King will even sanction a marriage between the scholar and the princess who fell in love with the learned man, and this new relative of the monarch will live the rest of his life in absolute luxury. Considering the historical context and the universal norms of aristocratic practices, it is natural for someone of Shan's caliber to be courted with another individual of similar social standing. The game of reputation in the Upper Ring demands it. Having Te Gaogui by his side can be useful to further establish his reputation in the Upper Ring. But this will also mean the Te clan will attempt to assert ownership over Shan's loyalty in the city's administration. Under the guise of traditional values and the institution of the family, the White Scholar's allegiance to the state will be diluted with the relationship with patrimonialism, which is incompatible with his strict meritocratic world view. Striving for a world where the hierarchy is defined solely by past records instead of family ties, him marrying a noblewoman would contrast this idea.

"Remember, do not embarrass yourself," warned Han Fei. "Distractions can be detrimental to everything you have built. I already dealt with a disobedient pupil who forsaken his potential. He was foolishly captivated by a roadside flower."

"As if I would make the same mistake," Shan belittled the individual in question. He never truly understood why people who give up their ambitions for the sake of trivial matters. But in his eyes, the true failure of the predecessor is that the decision was made out of true affection instead of strategically avoiding familial nepotism. Rejecting a noblewoman in favor for a peasant can be advantageous if the outcome can further secure a position in the hierarchy. But the interest of the state should be always paramount. Since that scandalous incident, the one that came before him never recovered the honor lost, being shunned by the Upper Ring families.

Han Fei turned around as the smell of alcohol becomes stronger. Rumors circulates that the patriarch himself perfected a secret recipe that can ferment an exceptionally potent wine. The technique of fermenting a special kind of sorghum is kept elusive to all. Despite all the guests sitting on their assigned tables, food and drinks are only served after the wedding rituals. While the musicians in the background played a soothing and calming tone, it still does not fulfill Han Fei's sudden hunger.

The older man sighed, noticing the clay jars being sent to the second floor. "The patriarch just have to keep his main guests waiting." They just realized that the Zhang Tribe has more people who proclaim themselves to be 'retainers' and is also allowed to taste the wine early. It seems that this tribe of supposedly unsophisticated hunter gathers are more cunning than they appear.

...

As the esteemed guests in the courtyard conversed elegantly, the second floor has a much different atmosphere. Endless sound of laughter echoed the room as one group played a game of dice to entertain themselves. The key is to place five dice into a cup and shake it, hoping to attain the highest number possible. The losers are punished by drinking a bowl of potent wine, eventually drunken themselves. One member of the Zhang is especially unlucky with dice rolls, constantly getting lower numbers. His reddened face is still bearing some resemblance of consciousness, but many here know he will not be standing for long.

"A-again!" he demanded. Not satisfied with the previous game results, he poured the dices back to the cup and violently shake it. The tribesman slammed it on the table, but the trembling hand suggests great reluctance in lifting it up.

"Go on! Lift it!" another encouraged.

Five ones.

Another round of gleeful laughter thundered across the room. The others are entertained by this severe misfortune. The player then covered his eyes in disappointment, reluctantly held out a bowl to receive the wine.

After pouring it inside his mouth, the poor fellow swiftly fell sideward to the floor, snoring. It didn't stop the rest of them to resume the fun, and another round of drinking game ensued. If a Ganjinese steps into here, they will definitely frown upon this rowdy behavior.

"I don't see the merit of gambling, even winning earns nothing," Mayumi said as she shares meals with a few other strangers. Although they are on the other end of the room, it is still difficult to enjoy the taste under such loud noise. A cook on the opposite side of the table simply urged her to relax and see the more entertaining side of taking risks. But if there is one thing Akahana warned, it would be to never engage in activities that will disadvantage oneself. She never thought of the gravity of that statement, as her mother likely discovered it in the most painful way possible.

So far, there is not much to do except for eating and drinking. The fascinating egg custard tart is something Mayumi has never seen before. It felt like tasting sweetened gold, delicious beyond expectation. But the cook sitting nearby claimed that this is simply one version that the Zhang Tribe modified themselves for long distance travel. It is stated that the other great settlement on the continent, the city of Omashu, produces the best kind of this wonderful dessert. The crust made from fine lychee nuts and the custard itself is even more smooth.

"Well, if I ever go there, me and my sister will definitely try it," Mayumi remembered that Satchiko has tasted the version made by a member of the Zhang. But if they ever get the opportunity to travel to Omashu, trying their famed egg custard tard would be one of the goals.

Another servant entered the room to distribute more wine. The special drink emits a sharp fragrance, a distinctive smell of sorghum. A large clay jar is placed on their table, and each used very small cups to receive.

Mayumi raised it close to her nose, sniffing the liquid. "It is heavy," she remarked. It is exactly the same wine that was gifted to Shan with a fancy porcelain gourd. The swordswoman enjoyed the drink but found that the other drinkers have a hard time handling the effects. Reddened faces appear on remaining retainers sitting at this table.

"Strong stuff indeed!" A man in bodyguard outfit then hiccupped loudly. His body involuntarily learned sideward. Mayumi gently nudged him to save the drunken from a potentially dangerous fall.

The cook then asked how Mayumi can remain so sober despite the excessively concentrated brew. Since the swordswoman is the youngest one amongst them, it's strange how this potent wine seems to have no effect.

"Well, I suppose this is just natural, must be something passed down from my mother," she said. While there is a winehouse in her village, their family only reserve rice wine for special occasions. As an island community with very little farmland, rice is an expensive commodity. The only edible plants are that are worth growing are small root vegetables and tea, both overshadowed by the wide variety of seafood just within their reach. But between tea and alcohol, the former is definitely the healthier option. "I am actually more interested in their tea. Say, do we have any here?"

"Nope, that kind of stuff is currently being served to those fancy folks in the courtyard," another slightly intoxicated retainer responded. "I can't believe you want hot leaf juice instead of this delicious wine."

"It's not just hot leaf juice," Mayumi calmly countered. "I heard from my employer that the Ganjinese have a special kind of tea that is linked to their longevity."

"Well, everything these folks do makes them live longer," another sleepy guest blurted.

Everyone at the table except Mayumi felt the effects of the wine is simply too potent to keep consuming. One of them pulled out a Pai Sho board, using it to pass time. Inevitably, a lone player challenges everyone in the room to a match, using money as wager. This new entertainment of wit instantly garnered immediate attention. All the retainers crowded around one table as the first match started. Anyone who is still sober enough can only enjoy this ancient board game until the wedding is finally over.

As the game went on for a few more rounds, one fellow who is responsible for his employer's carriage managed to stand above them all, winning every match. He smiled gleefully as his bag of coins grew after every victory. Not content, he challenged the last remaining person, that swordswoman who they all know works for Shan.

"Don't!" another warned. "No one in the Upper Ring has ever won against the White Scholar. She works for him! You will lose!"

Mayumi raised an eyebrow. She didn't know that Shan is renown in playing this board game. The prideful coachman ignored the advice and challenged the scholar's bodyguard to a game of Pai Sho. Luckily, his tactics have been observed on the previous matches, they are all very predictable.

"How about this?" the man offered. "All or nothing. If you win, I will gladly give up all my winnings."

"Well then, don't mind if I do," Mayumi positioned herself near the other side of the table. Stretching her arms before proceeding to move the first tile. If the opponent underestimated her, then she will gladly exploit this overconfidence.

Afterwards...

She counted the new coins on the table as her opponent crouched in the corner, facing the wall. Mayumi believe the savings here can worth a whole month of salary at Jin's eatery. With this, she can perhaps buy something useful without burdening her own pockets.

"So…anyone else want to keep play Pai Sho?" Her question immediately made the others recoil. Many retainers here are not fools. Some of them are already aware of what happened to Jin Lian. They will never allow their money to suffer the same fate by this swordswoman!

As she consolidates the money into a small pouch, the sound of the suona blowing loudly can heard. They all slowly filed out of the room and leaned on the handrails, anticipating the arrival of Lady Qian Jin. From here, a sedan carriage manned by four people is visible through the entrance. Mayumi observed closely, watching the marriage etiquette that is so different from her own. Weddings here are certainly more elaborate, and it further shown her just how important the people here view this procession. This isn't just about Gong Zi and Qian Jin becoming spouses, it is more importantly the union of two prominent families in this intricate balance of the Upper Ring.

Gong Zi reluctantly greeted the group of people that accompanied the sedan. It's an unwritten role for the groom to mingle through a small crowd as a form of 'obstacle' that must be overcome. Mayumi can't help but notice the lack of joy on that Ganjinese. Since this is obviously an arranged marriage, it's understandable if he does not emit too much enthusiasm.

Lady Qian Jin is carefully guided out of the carriage. In accordance to wedding tradition, the woman's face is concealed with a veil that covers the whole head. They lead her onto the carpet and cautiously stepped into the courtyard. All the guests including Shan and Han Fei stood up to exchange congratulations. The retainers on the second floor simply watched quietly as the soon-to-be weds accompanied each other into the main hall. The following part is a very important step that will solidify their marriage.

The Gan Jin patriarch and his wife sat on two chairs in the center, flanking the section that depicts the stone carving of the legendary patriarch, Jin Wei. Just like what is strictly rehearsed, Gong Zi and Qian Jin entered the hall and performed three kowtows.

First to the heaven.

Second to the parents.

Third to each other.

This ritual also encompasses paying respect to the patron family deity and deceased ancestors. With this part of the tradition completed, both of them are now officially spouses. After exiting the main hall, the guests will enjoy a great banquet as both of them will head for the bridal chamber.

"Well, at least that part is done," Han Fei casually said while gently stroking his mustache.

Shan watched as Gong Zi slowly strolled pass them. In all his years of interacting with the Upper Ring, one key lesson is to never trust an individual's facial expression as it is. In usual cold demeanor, the White Scholar watched the Ganjinese smile in the face of congratulatory pleasantries. Most will assume this joy is incurred by the prospect of marrying a remarkable woman. But it's possible that Gong Zi does not have any affection towards his now official wife. As unfortunate as it may be, this hospitable atmosphere is useful to mask the fact that the couple never have a choice in this matter. To the ignorant eyes of the other guests, this pairing is perfection as it mirrors a very romantic model of a scholar and beauty.

While it may be cruel to deny those two their own ability to choose, Shan is more concerned about the wider implications of today's event. It is imperative for General Sun Bin and the Gan Jin patriarch to strengthen their ties to counter the growing influence of the Ximen clan. Since the former is a general within the Council of Five, forging ties with the Ganjinese can yield more political allies that can counterbalance the many officials who belongs to the Ximen family.

The scholar closed his eyes as the banquet finally begins. The objective has been reached, but not the slightest joy was visible on his face.

"At least sit down, my protege, those fine wine are coming here very soon," Han Fei said. Both men seated as the banquet food is gradually being served. To describe it as scrumptious would be an understatement. Lady Qian Jin's family has prepared Dongpo pork as the first dish. The prized alcohol only made the atmosphere even more festive.

Both received portions in small cups. With the success of this union, the older man appeared a bit more softened. He intends to greet and mingle with the other guests after having some exquisite meals. The musicians played their tones as the festivity increases, but something suddenly disturbed this supposedly joyous day.

"My, my, what a lovely gathering!" a new voice at the entrance called out. "I don't suppose my invitation has been lost somewhere on the delivery?"

The music stopped abruptly. The patriarch and General Sun Bin halted their conversation when someone stepped into the courtyard. The main guests, numbered in at least a hundred, quickly became silent. The newlyweds halted in the middle of the estate, with Gong Zi being the most shocked one.

Shan was just about to savor the fine wine when he noticed Han Fei's rare display of a slightly surprised expression. The scholar turned to the entrance. The naturally cold gaze narrowed deeper upon seeing the one person that should not be here.

"Young master Ximen Qing," the patriarch greeted courteously. Despite this unexpected interruption, the host of the event transitioned smoothly, hiding all sense of contempt towards this prestigious delinquent. "What a splendid day it is to see you." He performed a fist and palm salute. But the younger man smirked, didn't even initiate a simple bow to respect the elder's seniority. This unexpected appearance of the young Ximen heir alone presents a problematic scene. Unimpressed guests stared at their way, refusing to eat and drink as they all realized the arrival of this eyesore. This man's lust knows no bound. If it wasn't his father being the admiral of Ba Sing Se, such audacity wouldn't even be possible.

"Just passing by and noticed such a cheerful mood happening here, and it seems that it's a wedding, no wonder there is so much wine. But I am confused, my dear patriarch, perhaps you may enlighten us all." Ximen Qing relishes in their discomfort. General Sun Bin glared intensely as the young Ximen heir interrupted this very important day. "To my knowledge, young master Gong Zi is not a man who is talented in creating arts and poems. While we may not interact so much, I am at least aware of the level he can attain. More importantly, Qian Jin is deeply appreciative of those that can actually paint. A bird who is trapped in a cage for the entirety of its life must be freed, shouldn't it?"

The patriarch simply feigned a cough.

"While it is true that my son has failed to pass this year's civil service examination, hidden talents can always show in places we are not aware of." The old man remained calm and collected. It is obvious that Ximen Qing came here with ill intentions.

"Certainly, but I must say that while it is impressive that Gong Zi swayed Lady Qian Jin's heart, one cannot help but wonder if they very want to be together."

"What are you insinuating?" The patriarch became slightly sterner. "Today is simply an auspicious day for our two families to celebrate the prospect of building a common future. I hope you may honor our reasonable wishes. Please, you may come in and savor the moment with us." He asked a servant to prepare some wine.

Ximen Qing smirked even more, he isn't gullible enough to actually attend this ceremony. It's an obvious trap to tarnish his reputation and position the young man as nothing more but a childish troublemaker. The other guests also displayed contempt on their faces, even the Zhang Tribe is appearing aggressive. "No need, my dear patriarch," he smiled in the manner of a cultured gentleman. Sometimes one can forget that his scholarly appearance is simply a mask for the insatiable lust for women. A scholar who indulges in the flesh has clearly violated the traditional moral code. "Upon hearing that Gong Zi and Qian Jin will wed, I have prepared gifts, specifically for the lady herself." Behind Ximen Qing arrived an attendant holding a tray of items. The servant noticeably has the purple plum symbol on his back, meaning he works for the Ximen clan.

The patriarch instantly narrowed his brow. Four objects are present before him. All exquisitely laced with gold, showing off the clan's wealth. The first is a handkerchief, and then a pair of shoes. But perhaps even more insulting, a silken hat dyed specifically in the color of green. The usually dignified elder is visibly incensed, a reaction that did not went unnoticed. Ximen Qing has somehow angered him in a way that the uncultured people do not understand.

To the untrained eyes of the hired waitresses and retainers watching from the second floor, there is nothing special about these gifts. They are just regular accessories but decorated with expensive metal. But all the Upper Ring citizens present in the courtyard can understand the more subtle meaning behind those regular objects. Unfortunately, this also include the crippled military commander, General Sun Bin.

"Lady Qian Jin and I have been well acquainted," Ximen Qing continued without much consideration. "It is sad to see that her astounding beauty cannot grace this world in a freely manner, and it is natural for a caged-up bird to feel curious about all the pleasures of this world."

All eyes immediately beamed on this delinquent. There are more than a hundred ways to interpret what he just said. It is well known that Lady Qian essentially never left her parents' home until now, and no one else has ever stepped into General Sun Bin's estate unless they are trusted people.

"What are you trying to insinuate?" Sun Bin demanded. His expression darkened. The crippled man left the table, slowly advancing while being constrained to a wooden wheelchair. "Of all the people that I want here, you are not one of the invited!"

Ximen Qing maintained that smug expression on the disabled general. He chuckled in a supposedly friendly manner, showing no outward malice. In accordance with the gifting customs, the objects present can emit a subtle meaning. The 'gifts' that this young heir presented is extremely inappropriate during a wedding ceremony. The combination of those trivial objects suggests the fragility of this marriage union, specifically, the green hat symbolizes the woman is unfaithful.

The patriarch remained calm as the tension thickened. The retainers upstairs watched cluelessly as he fights to control the irritation.

"Young master Ximen Qing, I believe it is not in your interest to initiate unfounded accusations towards my now daughter-in-law." It is difficult not to lash directly at the youthful delinquent, especially since the clan heir will one day inherit his father's place. "It is rather distasteful for you to question the validity of this union without solid evidence."

"Oh very?" Ximen Qing confidently replied. He pitied at the crippled Sun Bin. "It must have been rather troublesome to always kept your daughter behind compound walls. Have you two ever wonder if an elegant lady would have secretly experienced the unforgettable pleasure without your knowledge?"

"Watch your tongue, young man, count yourself lucky that I can't just pull it out your mouth in this condition!" The general threatened. "My daughter knows what is right and wrong. She will never fall so low to your unsophisticated level. No one asked a dog like you to comment on this matter."

Ximen Qing did not appear offended even in the slightest. As the Upper Ring's most detestable man, he did not even try to hide the promiscuity. Instead, he embraced it. The lack of reproach by this father general also bolstered that man's lust for women, especially married ones.

The unwanted guest chuckled as the barrage of insults harmlessly bounced off. Sun Bin lacks the refinement of the Upper Ring nobility. Those who originate from outside the aristocratic background usually resorts to blunt insults that did not resonate with those who are born and bred here. On the contrary, Ximen Qing is still recognized as a talented scholar. When it comes to the battle of words, the general is disadvantaged.

"My, my! Such hurtful words from our esteemed general!" Ximen Qing amused. "I am just here to present some gifts to Lady Qian Jin, didn't know that the reciprocation would be so harsh."

The patriarch tries to regain control, citing that smearing Lady Qian Jin's name in this manner is not in accordance with traditional values. Promiscuity is detested by the Gan Jin and most people. Someone like Qian Jin would be careful not to commit such distasteful act.

Before the elder can initiate a full lecture on virtues and ethics, Ximen Qing tries another bold move.

"My dear patriarch, so does that mean if Lady Qian Jin is not immaculate, does that mean-"

"Enough!" the elder raised his voice in anger. All the other Ganjinese is surprised by this sudden escalation. "The matters have already been decided between me and General Sun Bin, if you are not here for food and wine, then feel free to exit these grounds. You may also take back these so-called gifts."

"Oh, I already have what I wanted," Ximen Qing made a devious smile. "No walls can separate us. Lady Qian Jin and I already shared many passionate nights together. While I know you Gan Jin men prefer unspoiled flesh, isn't it strange how young master Gong Zi is about to bed a woman who is already deflowered?"

The whole courtyard fell into silent shock. Even the retainers on the second-floor balconies gasped at the audacity. People know of Ximen Qing's notorious promiscuity, but this is certainly a new low. It is exceptionally bold to declare such scandalous act without hesitation. But then again, such a feat is not hard for those who do not value societal reputation.

General Sun Bin and the patriarch did not immediately believe this groundless accusation. As senior members of the city, it is clear that the ruination of this union will benefit the Ximen clan. There is also no reason to believe that Lady Qian Jin and Ximen Qing have somehow secretly cohabitated.

"Hmph, with a brat like you?" General Sun Bin is unimpressed by this attempt to dismantle the marriage. "Being seduced by a man who deserves to be a beggar may have worked on others. You seriously think I would believe such nonsense?"

The patriarch also does not trust Ximen Qing's slander. It is impossible for Ximen Qing to even interact with Lady Jin since the general confined his daughter within the walls of their home. For the majority of this woman's life, the world is a small place, which makes it very unlikely for her to be seduced by the influential delinquent.

"What if I can prove this?" Ximen Qing challenged. "General Sun Bin, I think you know your daughter very well. Perhaps I can describe a feature of Lady Qian Jin besides the experiential moments we have."

The general clenched his teeth. This asinine game has been going on for too long. Before the delinquent can say anything, a man dressed in white walked into the middle of this confrontation, cooling himself with a paper fan that is dyed in the same color. The patriarch felt hopeful, and the unwanted guest quickly readjusted.

"With all due respect, you are not unsullied yourself, Ximen Qing." Shan immediately puts his silver tongue at work, directly assaulting the heir's own conduct. "To my personal experience, a guest that arrived unannounced are the most unpleasant type. But even a foolish courtesan would at least have her attendants knock on the doors first."

Although they are both at the same age, the Ximen Qing surprised the other guests by bowing to the esteemed scholar. He did it willingly, albeit still smiling in a smirking manner.

"What an honor it is to be in your presence, esteemed Zhuangyuan," Ximen Qing bowed slightly more to show respect. Cleary it is another act that aims to infuriate the older guests here. "I would also wish to extend an apology for the conduct of Lady Jin Lian."

"As you should, because a courtesan who acts beyond her station will only bring you misfortune," Shan gazed coldly. "At least when yours truly hired a retainer, she is here to solely fulfill a professional purpose."

Some of the people present glanced at the second floor. Amongst the group of servants and retainers, they saw the brown-haired swordswoman rumored to have fought off Jin Lian's bodyguards. It is both impressive and perhaps rather foolish to challenge the most prominent clan in this manner, but still a remarkable feat. All went in accordance with the scholar's design, as this is a great opportunity to dispel some grotesque rumors in the eyes of the aristocracy. Mayumi's inconvenient appearance during the Keju exam will now be reversed, the narrative of her martial prowess will bolster Shan image as a capable individual who can identify and recruit very competent people. A mishap is now corrected.

Unlike the other guests, Shan does not much care about certain formalities. At the urging of Han Fei, it is imperative to intervene and prevent this unexpected visit from derailing the marriage alliance. The patriarch has indeed been playing his cards strong by adding a recent Zhuangyuan amongst the guest lists. No matter how influential or wealthy Ximen Qing may be, the prestigious title earned by topping the Keju cannot be taken lightly. It would be in the Ximen family's best interest to remain partially cordial with a future high ranking official.

Shan snapped the fan closed, advising Ximen Qing to retreat with dignity from this estate. Bolstered by the unforgiving glares of the other guests, the young heir agreed.

"Oh well, you are right Shan, perhaps I have been intruding a bit," Ximen Qing turned around after bowing to the scholar in courtesy. "This is certainly not the right place for us to convene. It's just a shame that Gong Zi will have to enjoy a woman who is already-"

"That is enough!" the patriarch roared. The elder once again engaged in a war of words. "Ximen Qing, your bold claim against Lady Qian Jin's honor is both groundless and an embarrassment to your family. Don't your kind have any shame in humiliating yourself in this manner?"

General Sun Bin also backed the patriarch's stance. But it is soon apparent that Ximen Qing has more than just a groundless accusation. One can never underestimate the power of words over life and death.

Just as Shan thought a disaster was averted as the delinquent makes his way slowly to the entrance, none can expect what was loudly declared next.

"Well, it unfortunate that you all do not believe me." Ximen Qing eyed the married duo in an amused manner, and then back at general Sun Bin. "If my memories serve me correctly, didn't your daughter have a birthmark on her right thigh?"

Everyone is confused. Perhaps this is just another groundless statement without suitable evidence to support it. It is prevalent knowledge that Sun Bin never allows untrustworthy people into their home. Those that can even meet his daughter personally is even more unlikely. At this point, the guests are becoming irritated by this young man's lack of consideration.

"Hmph! I was expecting a bit more eloquence from the man who will inherit the position of the Ximen elder." The patriarch placed a hand on Sun Bin's shoulder in a reassuring way while continuing to criticize Ximen Qing. "It's embarrassing that you must resort to the tricks of little children, blunt and shallow."

Shan is the first to notice Sun Bin's silence. The military commander stares at the stone pavement, saying nothing to refute Ximen Qing's accusations.

Just as the patriarch intends to lunch another round of barrage at Ximen Qing, the crippled general suddenly coughed. Sun Bin covered his mouth as the chest area painfully contracted. Once the palm retracted from the lips, a smear of crimson is visible.

"G-general Sun Bin?" the patriarch grew concerned. But the coughing continued, the guests became horrified as more blood is being coughed out.

"Oh, don't heed my words too much general Sun Bin," Ximen Qing gleefully said. "A woman's choice is something I fully respect. It's never my decision alone."

Upon hearing this, the crippled commander's mouth outpoured a puddle of blood. The gathered guests looked with horror and concern. But they also cannot help but speculate that Ximen Qing and Qian Jin has indeed committed scandalous acts before this wedding. Why would her father react in this manner anyway?

Lady Qian Jin quickly rushed to her father's side. Since the entire head is veiled, no one can truly determine the bride's expression. Nevertheless, this scene has both wounded their family's reputation and the health of the general. Everyone watched with a mixture of confusion and anger towards Ximen Qing. This will certainly crack the marriage alliance and spur countless gossips about this woman's deed.

Shan observed this moment emotionlessly, believing Qian Jin's action is done to maintain salvage reputation that still remains.

The patriarch struggles to comprehend the situation. As the host of today's event, he is truly at a loss. Punishing Ximen Qing is essentially not possible. Arresting the son of a prominent admiral who has his own elite army is not in the interest of the city.

"Interesting," Han Fei said to himself while sipping some tea. The crowd can only suppress their anger as open conflict is a great taboo on a wedding. As the 'civilized' gentry, they prefer intellect over martial prowess when handling disputes, at least that is what they want to be seen doing. In the presence of other major families, none would dare to challenge Ximen Qing, none but the Tribal Chief himself.

"Well, it seems that he is still here," the chieftain said in a deep voice. Ximen Qing is standing in courtyard, enjoying his artwork. After drinking a cup of wine, the head of the table rose and discarded the fur coat, revealing the impressive muscles hiding underneath. He is an even more intimidating individual than the three already menacing retainers nearby, taller than everyone else here.

"Wise man!" he demanded.

An older and plump Zhang tribesman immediately scurried to the chief's side, all done with absolute sincerity. "Yes, my Tribal Chief?"

"What should we do about this eyesore standing inside the home of our friends?"

The wise man chuckled like a trickster, eyeing Ximen Qing as a good opportunity to earn the chief's acknowledgement. So, he did what the other major households wouldn't even dare to do, acting in a condescending manner towards the Ximen clan.

"I don't think he is even worthy enough be punched by you, my Tribal Chief," he blurted without considering the opponent's presence. "After all, why should we be bothered by a man who has an obvious shortcoming in a particular department?"

This drew the crowd's attention, along with Ximen Qing himself. The patriarch urged the Zhang guests to stand down, as warranting the Ximen clan's wrath may bring misfortune upon their people. His words fell on deaf ears.

"Perhaps you may enlighten me, wise man," Ximen Qing challenged smirkingly.

"I mean, just look at you!" the Zhang advisor pointed his finger at the delinquent. This simple act is unimaginable to others who does not wish to offend the most powerful clan of Ba Sing Se. "Your body is so thin, those bone might crack if our Tribal Chief uses even a fraction of his strength! Now as wise man, I would often dispense small snippets of wisdom here and there. But then it occurred to me, if the heir of the Ximen family becomes a stain underneath the Tribal Chief's boots, wouldn't it bring more fame upon us Zhangs?" He then emphasized the difference in raw power while approaching Ximen Qing. "Our Tribal Chief, the undisputed champion of the Earth Rumble, wouldn't even need his bending to take down and an ineffectual man like you. Now, I know folks of the Upper Ring may not appreciate our bluntness in speech. Without eloquence, I will just say this simply, you are nothing but a wuss."

Ximen Qing grimaced at that. The patriarch and the other guests gasped at such audacity. The Zhang Tribe do not have much political power in this city, yet their rough demeanor does not fear the greatest clan of the Upper Ring. The wise man must have endless confidence in the Tribal Chief. Or maybe the Zhang Tribe just naturally does not play the game of intrigue in a subtle manner.

"Gasping? What I said is the truth!" the plump man turned back at Ximen Qing and drilled his finger into the shoulder, unafraid of any consequences. "All these years of cohabitation and not a single legitimate child. Let's face it, I think the Ximen clan's main family branch is coming to an end. Despite having an idiotic prostitute as a wife, she still cannot bear a child. I think it is not Jin Lian's fault, but yours."

Shan fanned himself, content with the Zhang Tribe taking over the war of words. Have a group of hunter-gatherers facing the brunt of the Ximen family's wrath is better than directing it solely on himself. His mentor cautioned against casual offensive against prominent families as they do hold influence in the everyday function of Ba Sing Se. So long as Ximen Qing peacefully exit the gatehouse entrance, there may still be some hope in recovering this marriage alliance.

But Ximen Qing is more than just cunning. While he was initially also surprised by the Zhang's challenge, as the heir to the most prominent household, it is not hard to recruit capable talents into his retinue.

Without warning, an armor guard arrived from the entrance and kicked the wise man to the floor. He had no weapons, so it did not violate that particular taboo. The other Zhang tribesmen are incensed by the assault, heckling at the newcomer.

"Young master, are you ok?" the soldier asked. His uniform is the exact same ones worn by Jin Lian's bodyguards. That symbol of the purple plum is known to all of Upper Ring.

But there is no time to discuss as someone slammed a wooden chair onto the bodyguard's helmet. Ximen Qing backed away as the Tribal Chief himself approached. The chief and the guard fought with only their fists, much to bewilderment of the other guests. Knowing that his opponent's metal suit is too much for raw punches, the chieftain suddenly went around the guard's back and lifted him upward. The Ximen soldier is then threw onto a table, narrowly avoiding collusion with a group of Middle Ring businessmen. The mighty Zhang man then propelled himself to the air with Earthbending, using his body crush the opponent and the table itself.

The chief emerged unharmed. He stood up, looking down at the foe that cowardly uses armor.

"Acknowledge me!" he demanded.

Ximen Qing is not afraid of this development. On the contrary, he appeared rather impressed by this raw display of brute force that is complimented by very skillful combat.

The wise man then arrived nearby to lift up the prestigious Earth Rumble Champion Belt, the symbol of the Tribal Chief's power and the physical prove of his status as Earthbending Champion. Although rumor does suggest that this belt is not the original one. A previous Earthbender was known to be the longest holder of the title, remaining undefeated to this day. The organizers of the tournament cannot even locate that individual nor do they believe that the challengers would even stand a chance.

Much to the displeasure of the patriarch, more of the Ximen family guards rushed into the courtyard. The Tribal Chief faced them all at once, singlehandedly engaged them, tables and chairs splintered during the brawl.

"Stop! Cease this at once!" the patriarch yelled. One of the intruders were used like a club, being swung around to hit others. The guards themselves also began to pick up chairs and random objects just to throw it at the Zhang. It didn't take long until the rest of the tribesmen also joined the fray.

"Let's get them!" a man in brown fur leaped off the second floor, using his weight to create a heavy landing on three guardsmen. He was sleeping on the ground earlier but managed to recover his consciousness just in time to help his chief.

The retainers for other households did not intervene, knowing that doing so might risk endangering their employer's reputation and their own lives. Fighting during a wedding ceremony is considered a great taboo amongst the aristocracy. But one of them is not concerned about that, or at least she couldn't afford to as a scholar is still 'trapped' in the middle of the mess.

Mayumi first leaped onto the stone handrails of the second floor, she flanked the courtyard in order to travel slightly closer to where Shan is standing. Suspiciously, he somehow stood in the center, almost intentionally.

"How brilliant," she muttered before launching herself into the brawl. The full display of acrobatic prowess surprised the other guests. They watched the swordswoman stepped onto the heads and shoulders of the combatants, dodging stray splinters of wood and clay jars without difficulty.

"Shan!" Mayumi landed next to the scholar, trying not to yell at his decision. "You should have backed away earlier!" One unintentional hit from the fighters and this gentleman would probably be dead. But even someone like her knew that the White Scholar may have deliberately positioned himself in danger just to demonstrate her skills as a bodyguard. It certainly reinforces what he claimed earlier about retainers who fulfill only professional purposes.

"Yours truly lacks the foresight," he calmly stated while leisurely fanning himself. "It is with great sadness that the situation cannot be solved peacefully."

That flawlessly expressionless face almost made her fume. She sighed, deciding to play along with the scholar's scheme. But the merit of this performance can indeed dispel unfavorable rumors about her own identity with this Zhuangyuan.

"Behind," Shan said in a mundane manner. Even if he did not warn about it, Mayumi would still react. She spun around and pulled out the dao, chopping a flying chair that was unintentionally thrown at them. It split into halves, but there is more to be concerned as the brawl becomes more intense. One of the Ximen guards and a Zhang tribesman are throwing wine jars at each other. For the stray one that was about to hit the scholar's face, she caught it and simply put it on the ground. She then defended him from a flying plate, throwing it back at one of Ximen Qing's retainers, painfully smashing into the nose.

The tribal chief wrestled a man by grabbing the head. He then sat on the ground, pulling the opponent's neck with him. The abrupt force was skillfully transferred to the foe, painfully subdued.

"Come on, let's get out of here!" Mayumi ordered Shan.

"Indeed, it is paramount that you fulfill what is expected of you," he opened the paper fan again to cool himself. Somehow not a single shred of fear even touches the scholar. "Now Takeko, clear me a path so that I may walk safely out of the-"

Without warning, Mayumi quickly grabbed him by the waist and placed him on one of her shoulders, a move that surprised even the normally stoic scholar. But as a warrior who fought real skirmishes, she knew that the formalities and expectations of the Upper Ring means nothing in a dangerous situation. Members of the gentry likely thought of battles in a romanticized manner. While she may have also made the same mistake in the past, now is not the time to cater a scholar's opinion on what to do in a battle. Her mother always stressed that it is always better for a warrior to be in a garden rather than a gardener fighting a battle. To put it simply, she must be the one in control here.

"Move aside!" she snapped at them all. The swordswoman rushed through the other brawlers, one hand parrying random blows while the other holding the scholar in place. She prefers evasion rather than direct confrontation with force, but the addition of carrying Shan have slowed herself down, which made the Kyoshi Warrior narrowly avoid being hit by a Ximen retainer thrown by a tribesman.

In the midst of the chaos, tables are also useful as cover. Eventually, she did manage to bring Shan out, arriving right next to museum director Han Fei.

"My, my! What a splendid performance!" The older man clapped, congratulating her. She then placed Shan on a chair and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Feeling the thirst after all that unwanted excitement, Mayumi grabbed a jar of wine and quench the thirst. Han Fei grimaced by the lack of hesitation in devouring a whole container of the heavy potent drink. This exquisite sorghum wine is also no ordinary commodity.

"Ahem," Shan reminded her of the setting. Demonstrating correct societal behavior is also important.

She turned to Han Fei and bowed, using the palm and fist gesture instead of her normal one.

"No need to be too formal!" Han Fei laughed warmly. "You must be the new retainer Shan told me about, please rise."

"Thank you," Mayumi replied in a formal tone. Right now, they are all simply waiting for the brawl to end. No matter how much the patriarch tries to end it, it is no use. And so, they all engaged in some pointless conversation to pass the time.

As she tasted a small bite of the meat dish, Han Fei's face then became a bit more serious. While extracting Shan, her raw display her Kyoshi Warrior trainings will naturally draw attention, even suspicion.

"So, you worked at Grandma Jin's place, didn't you?" he asked.

Mayumi's chopsticks halted at the plate, she calmly affirmed his statement, as they have already met during the Keju ceremony. She prepared for whatever question that might dismantle the false identity. The narrative of a Lower Ring citizen who was once part of a performing troupe will be challenged by new people, and Han Fei is one of them.

"Answer me this question honestly," Han Fei warned. "There would be serious ramifications if you don't."

A lone sweat flowed from the side of her head. People of the Upper Ring are very educated. There might be a possibility that someone might recognize her acrobatic display as being related to the Kyoshi Warriors. If Shan is then informed about this, the entire facade would be nullified.

"Ask away," she maintained a firm appearance.

Han Fei's eyes narrowed, proclaiming that the information he seeks might determine the Earth Kingdom's future, which will naturally also affect the timeline of the whole world. Mayumi grimaced at the sudden escalation. Clearly this museum director is more than what he appears to be.

"Listen young lady. So...do you know the secret recipe of Grandma Jin's roast duck? You worked there before, perhaps she may have passed this safely guarded secret to you?"

"That's the question?" Mayumi is both relived and puzzled. She was expecting something more dangerous to her false identity. How exactly is a secret recipe supposed to determine the fate of the world? "Well, all I can say is that the kitchen has a specific section dedicated to make the roast ducks. Trust me, not even the chefs know the exact ingredients. They only prepared the meat so that Grandma Jin can complete the final and most important step." It did feel like a betrayal to reveal this information. But so long as Jin never unravels the one secret ingredient that separates her own dish to the rest, than the secret recipe will remain as so.

"Oh well, at least I tried," Han Fei is utterly disappointed by her response. "Perhaps I could just ask her directly."

"It wouldn't work," Mayumi once again crushed Han Fei's hope. "Grandma Jin will only reveal the secret recipe to her successor. Which has not been chosen yet."

"In that case, I believe it is imperative that I introduce one of my employees to work there!" Han Fei enthusiastically proclaimed. "He shall diligently infiltrate the restaurant and compete with the utmost perfection, becoming a worthy successor to the restaurant!"

Mayumi isn't sure how to react to this seemingly childish idea. Shan only sipped his tea nearby, informing her that this sort of behavior is the normal state for the director.

"You will get used to it," he said.

...

It is finally over. The tribal chief managed to defeat all of Ximen Qing's guards, forcing them and the delinquent to gracefully walk out the entrance. The remainder of this wedding continued as the guests eat and drink without the festive mood from before, even the musicians no longer felt necessary to play their tones. No matter how great the food may be, the taste will remain sour after witnessing everything that has happened. What was supposed to be a sacred union between two households has only made them into laughingstocks. The patriarch is nonetheless grateful that the Zhangs were willing to openly fight when the other gentries refuse to challenge Ximen Qing's unprecedented disruption. But none of it matters much anyway as the damage has already been done. The unwanted guest revealed Qian Jin's unfaithfulness in the face of many major households, which essentially will inform the entire city. When such allegation, General Sun Bin's reaction certainly validities this accusation. How can they explain Ximen Qing's knowledge of that birthmark if it wasn't for some morally grotesque acts? If it wasn't for his place as the future head of the mighty Ximen family, the repugnant display of this promiscuity would have been severely punished.

"While this event has not ended with the intended outcome of yours truly, at least the exquisite tea can drown my disappointment," the scholar commented. Mayumi also enjoyed the brew. One cannot help but indulge in the delusion that drinking it will increase longevity.

On the opposite side of the table, the groom sighed. "Shan, it's my wedding, don't forget." He pulled the flower shaped stash off his chest and elegantly threw it away. A portion of the guest have already left, including the humiliated Sun Bin and the bride. The rest are just here to have some free food.

"Don't worry brother," the other Ganjinese said. "At least Ximen Qing didn't seduce Qian Jin after you two are married, that would be an even more unsalvageable situation."

Gong Zi shot him a sharp glare, but the young master does not have enough energy to be angry. He sighed.

"To be honest, I am not sure whether to either feel sorrowful or grateful," he lamented while savoring some wine. "While I may not bear any affection towards Lady Qian Jin, it still felt so...erroneous."

"Indeed, what happened today will certainly disadvantage your people, but will serve in the Ximen family's interest," Shan is more focused about the political ramifications rather than the relationship between two people. But Gong Zi does not object, as this whole ordeal is an arranged marriage anyway. It is highly likely that the union will not happen due to the highly scandalous affair. The patriarch would certainly annul it, as proceeding with the plan would only drag their reputation to the ground. The only saving grace the Gan Jin have for themselves is that the perpetrators are not one of their own.

At this current time, director Han Fei is privately discussing what has transpired with the patriarch, attempting to at least try rectifying the situation. But none would believe that this marriage is even feasible now.

"Such is the heart of people, I find it funny that you even trusted her," Shan harshly commented. He said it without a shred of humor. Today's scandalous display once again reinforced his trust in philosophical legalism, which dictates that humans are deceptive even to their own family. The usual virtues and traditional values do no matter much to legalist scholars as they believe in the inherit fallibility of humans.

"Nevertheless, I still don't understand why Lady Qian Jin acted upon it," Gong Zi looked down at a plate of half-eaten fish. "Why would Ximen Qing seduce an unmarried woman? I thought he usually goes after those who are already in love with another. Such a disgusting individual!"

Shan parted his lips from the teacup. "No, the true question is how Ximen Qing did it."

The other three looked at him. It remains a mystery as to what method that delinquent used to understand a very sensitive information. The knowledge of Qian Jin's birthmark is specifically used to derail this entire marriage union between the Gan Jin and General Sun Bin. It is a deliberate act by Ximen Qing. Considering that lady Qian Jin has remained reclusive for most of her life, this led the scholar to believe that the scandalous deed must have only been committed recently, at a time after this marriage has been publicly announced to the Upper Ring.

"You," Shan's sharp gaze landed on Gong Zi. That cold demeanor can be somewhat intimidating without the prior knowledge that this is his normal expression. "Yours truly heard that along with the patriarch, you also visited general Sun Bin's home to discuss about the betrothal process. Tell me, does he receive any other guests?"

Gong Zi pondered. With the lack of clear evidence, he cannot provide a clear answer. Sun Bin is not a man who enjoys people visiting his home, and Lady Qian Jin is also kept behind the compound walls for the majority of her life. With all the factors in consideration, the mere idea that Ximen Qing somehow even met the noble lady in person is almost unfathomable.

"Unless he can phase through walls, I don't see how he can enter the general's residence without being detected," Gong Zi said.

"Phase through walls..." Shan snapped his white fan open. To Mayumi, this gesture suggests contemplation from the scholar. It remains a mystery as to how Ximen Qing obtained the knowledge of the birthmark. But what is clear is that the other Ganjinese will never accept this marriage union even if the patriarch miraculously decided to forgive Qian Jin. It would bring great insult upon their culture of cleanliness.

The young scholar closed his fan, sighed gently through the nose.

Not even Han Fei's eloquence might be capable of saving this union that was supposed to bulwark against the Ximen clan. Ximen Qing is no ordinary fool. He may be promiscuous, but he is a delinquent with scholarly talent. What has happened today is excellently designed to destroy this marriage, it considers the cultural integrity of the Ganjinese and the overprotective love of general Sun Bin towards his own daughter. The biggest sacrifice here will be Lady Qian Jin herself, who will be the subject of endless gossips of the Upper Ring aristocracy, a fate that is just unforgiving. This is also why maintaining an acceptable reputation is paramount, and Shan is no stranger to this endeavor.

"Say, where did you hire her?" Gong Zi asked. He wondered about the origin of this swordswoman. Rumors suggest that she was first thought to be associated with the White Scholar during the Keju ceremony. News spread fast about Jin Lian's debacle at Shan's residence, where a servant girl somehow defeated all the Ximen clan guards assigned to protect their lady. Members of the Upper Ring prefer recruiting bodyguards from former soldiers, veterans who are experienced with combat and are considered more trustworthy. But it is not uncommon for some to scout individuals from less professional backgrounds.

"Is she a former wanderer who retired from the Jiang Hu?" Gong Zi inquired. "I guess those performed the washing hands in the golden basin ceremony are very capable fighters."

Before Mayumi can ask him on what exactly this is all about, Shan immediately intervened, likely sensing her confusion.

"The line between wandering vigilantes and rouge bandits is a blurry one," the scholar cautioned. "The philosophical endorsement of yours truly greatly conflicts with those who do not fully conform to the laws of this land. No matter how amicable a daofei may be, they are still not bound by our city's legislations. Thus, I have no use for those who disrespects the written codes."

Mayumi felt slightly confronted. If Shan knows about her true identity as a Kyoshi Warrior, wanted fugitive and the unsanctioned action taken against the Acolytes of San Bao, then it would certainly sow great distrust. Her 'cooperation' with the Dai Li is also done behind the scholar's back, being discovered would incur unimaginable consequences.

"Takeko, feel free to explain yourself," Shan gave the signal while enjoying a new cup of tea.

Mayumi carefully rehearsed the lie that she told Shan previously, feeding the two Ganjinese about her former role as a stage performer who regularly uses a sword. Since Earth Kingdom operas applied real swordplay into their theater, her acrobatic skills are cultivated through years of playing such characters.

"Talent can come from everywhere, including obscure origins." Shan interjected, enforcing the belief of ruthless meritocracy. "Hastily judging others based their appearances can indeed cloud your perception." This is a subtle hint about what happened after the Keju ceremony, specifically their unfriendly interaction with this woman at the siheyuan entrance.

The scholar sighed lightly. Although the expression is not painted on the face, he is indeed disappointed by today's outcome. Shan then rose from the seat and headed for the entrance. "Yours truly will take his leave then."

Mayumi followed. The sword tightly placed near her side. First time seeing the world of intrigue is both confusing and fascinating. As someone who is an unwilling participant, her own interests are not linked with the politics between the major families. But maintaining the elusive identity is still paramount.

They exited the courtyard and went out to the affluent streets. Shan walked ahead while having his paper fan out. It is clear that the gravity of what transpired earlier is orchestrated by the delinquent, Ximen Qing himself. Foiling the marriage alliance will benefit the Ximen clan's presence in the bureaucracy.

"Yours truly must admit, despite my best attempt, it is all futile." Shan lamented as they are drawing close to a beautiful stone bridge. The astounding Upper Ring scenery did little to impact the stoic scholar. "I failed to account that impressing Qian Jin with my poetry is not a guarantee."

"You are trying to impress her parents," Mayumi keenly reminded. She isn't totally clueless, although speaking of this matter in public may not be the wisest. Even a random passerby should not be listening to this.

"It does not matter, ironically now it would be the patriarch's turn to oppose it." Shan continued as they walked towards the direction of his siheyuan. "I have certainly underestimated the sheer shamelessness of Ximen Qing. While we may not be direct opponents, it is hard to deny that he has outplayed me." He breathed in slowly, trying to conjure the reasons for his failure. "But how?"

Mayumi inquired the exact nature of his question. Shan theorized that it is unlikely that Ximen Qing himself can obtain the knowledge of Lady Qian Jin's birthmark. Judging by Sun Bin's reaction, the specifically mentioned spot on his daughter's body can prove that the information is likely valid. Thus, insinuating that those two have truly performed indecent acts before today, perfectly creating an artificial scandal which that womanizer can use to destroy the union.

"General Sun Bin would have known if Ximen Qing was trying to enter his home without permission," Shan lightly portrayed that delinquent. "I do not believe that a mere scholar of the Ximen clan is capable of such a feat. Certainly, forcing himself into their home is out of the question."

"So, he must have taken a more subtle route, an approach that may be similar to what Jin Lian did at your home," Mayumi offered her own theory. As a swordswoman who is hired to protect a defenseless scholar, questions like this are within her station. "Lady Qian Jin's family may also have other guests. It is not impossible to believe that Ximen Qing disguised himself as a guard or servant who came temporarily."

Shan contemplated but decided that this is unrealistic when incorporating a few other details.

"General Sun Bin rarely allows guests. Remember, Ximen Qing seduces women, but does not coerce. It is these reasons I believe that he would not have enough time if the method was disguising himself as a visiting retainer. I am also open to believe that he may not have personally entered their home, but somehow obtained the knowledge of her birthmark's exact location. If lying is all it takes to dismantle the marriage union and harm the general, then it is very effective."

The scholar still cannot conclude that promiscuous man's secrets. Unless there are supernatural forces at work that allows Qian Jin and Ximen Qing to interact more frequently, the theory that someone may have betrayed general Sun Bin's family is also possible.

Shan halted suddenly, and Mayumi did the same. The scholar maintained his contact with the ground as his bodyguard placed a hand on the sword. A group of men is seen blocking the bridge, obviously intended to obstruct their main route back to the estate. Mayumi identified their silk robes as similar to government official clothing, signifying their prowess as esteemed scholars. The way they behaved are in no way that suggests a group of rough retainers. These are learned men, fitting themselves with the correct societal conducts that is above the peasantry. The main distinction lies in the dominating visual presence of the purple plum symbol, taking over the chest area of those robes. It is the exact same symbol used by Jin Lian's guards, and therefore must be associated with the Ximen clan.

"Perhaps we should find another way," Mayumi advised quietly.

Shan ignored this suggestion. He walked onto the bridge and confronted the group. This small retinue of scholars then bowed in the presence of the White Scholar. Regardless of age, they all demonstrated sincerity to the Zhuangyuan.

"Greetings, esteemed White Scholar," the oldest amongst them began. He is slightly older than Shan yet demonstrates upmost courtesy. "Our young master Ximen Qing humbly invites you to his estate for a feast."

Mayumi's guard is not dropped against those who serve the Ximen family, and neither was Shan's. The scholar appears to be contemplative on this matter.

"What should we do?" Mayumi asked. Declining them may send a message of challenge to the Ximen clan. But there could be unforeseeable risks when entering their territory.

Shan pondered. His eyes glanced at the youngest individual in this group. Mayumi also noticed that the one in question is a recent graduate of the Keju exam.

"Intriguing," Shan remarked this situation. He walked slightly closer to the entourage, and they lowered their heads more. He then snapped open the fan, adapting a slightly relaxed tone. "Very well then, tell Ximen Qing that yours truly accepts his invitation."

Mayumi cannot help but feel unease about this. Ximen Qing is not someone who uses force, but the cunning display today meant that someone of her meagre background may not be able to fend off the more subtle malicious intent.

Out of the blue, the scholar is being invited to Ba Sing Se's most powerful clan's home. There are a variety of possible reasons. But the most obvious incentive is likely related to Shan's personal allegiances as a future high ranking official. A prestigious household like the Ximen family would not stay idle as all the other smaller clans try to secure his loyalty with gifts and marriage proposals. The notion of having a Zhuangyuan scholar at your side is simply too tempting to ignore.

"So, we are going there immediately?" Mayumi inquired the Ximen clan officials.

"Indeed, we have also extended invitations to other young scholars to his estate," the Ximen Qing's servant replied with a genuine smile. Clearly, he is just being sincere while carrying out an order. "Recently, our young master has been running the Ximen family's fisheries. To celebrate its lately success, he wishes to share this jubilant moment with likeminded talents."

End of chapter note:

-The Suona is traditional Chinese reeded instrument that can produce loud and high-pitched sounds. Depending on regional variations, many traditional weddings would use it even to this very day. It is a trumpet that is technically not a trumpet, as the material is not made of brass.

-I may or may not have confused the fake names used by Satchiko and Mayumi. At the point of writing this, I already made some partial repairs to the previous ten chapters, especially on poor grammar. Just to reiterate, Satchiko uses Yuko and Mayumi uses Takeko, I mixed them up in this chapter before realizing the mistake. Please inform me if you find anything I missed, thank you!