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This is just a small flashback chapter to fill in some unspoken things Brian has done, and how things turned the way they are now. You could see this as a filler chapter, almost literally. That said, I hope you still enjoy it as much as the other chapters.
Flashback – Five months and one week after the Emperor's arrival
It had been a week since Brian's return to Jin Cheng when a report from Sun Quan regarding the progress of the River Dragon's company arrived at his desk. The construction of boats for the future trade and supply routes was progressing well, but a problem had emerged: the dependency on favorable wind angles. If the wind blew from an unfavorable direction, the boats would be unable to move until it changed—a critical issue for maintaining efficiency in the planned supply lines.
Brian, recalling knowledge from his former life, remembered hearing about modern sailboats that overcame this challenge through a technique known as tacking. However, his understanding of the exact mechanics was limited. All he knew was that if he could not harness the wind properly, the River Dragon's company would be less effective than he envisioned.
With this concern in mind, Brian made his way to the academy. Although the foundation of the academy was complete—thanks to Gong Jo's masterful craftsmanship—the interior was still being constructed and furnished for future use. As he walked past workers and soldiers setting up furniture, each offered him a respectful salute, but Brian waved them off with a nod, encouraging them to continue their good work.
After navigating through the half-built corridors for ten minutes, he finally found Yueying in her workshop. Her attention was fixed on a small-scale model of a juggernaut, with a few engineers working beside her on various inventions. The room buzzed with quiet concentration, a reflection of the innovation that was taking shape within these walls.
Brian approached, his gaze lingering on the intricate designs scattered across the workbench. "Yueying," he began, breaking the focused silence.
She looked up, her expression lighting with curiosity. "Lord Brian," she greeted, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, her hands still stained with oil and dust from her work. "What brings you here?"
Brian leaned slightly over the workbench, studying the miniature juggernaut before shifting his attention back to her. "I've received some reports from Sun Quan regarding the ships he's been constructing for the River Dragon's company. They're running into a problem—ships are becoming too dependent on the wind, and if it's blowing in the wrong direction, they're stuck. They can't move forward."
Yueying's brow furrowed slightly, her mind already churning through possible solutions. "That's certainly an issue," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "You're thinking of a way to sail even if the wind is against you?"
Brian nodded. "In my travels, I once heard rumors of a foreigner who spoke about a technique called 'tacking,' where ships could move forward in a zigzag pattern, even with opposing winds. But I don't know the science behind it, and none of our current designs account for something like that."
Yueying's eyes gleamed with interest. "A technique to navigate against the wind? If such a thing is possible, it could revolutionize our ships—give us a distinct advantage in trade and warfare."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Brian replied. "I'm not sure how to do it, but I trust you can figure it out. I want you to lead this project."
Yueying's eyes widened, surprised by the magnitude of the task. "You want me to lead?"
Brian gave her a steady nod, his tone firm. "You have all the resources you need at your disposal. You can pull in any engineers or specialists who can help—this is your project. If we can master this technique, it'll change everything. You've already proven your brilliance many times over, Yueying, and I trust you to make this happen."
Yueying stood straighter, the weight of his trust settling over her, but she didn't hesitate. "Thank you, my lord," she said, her voice filled with resolve. "I won't disappoint you."
"I know you won't," Brian replied, offering a respectful nod that spoke to the significance of her role. "Take whatever you need from the academy, bring in the best minds for this, and if you think it's necessary, we can even involve the naval specialists—Zhu Huan, Jiang Wei, and Sima Yi can assist if you see fit. But I want you to lead this effort. We need this innovation, and I believe you're the one who can make it happen."
Yueying nodded again, her mind already racing through ideas. "I'll begin immediately. We'll start by testing smaller models on the river nearby. Once we've established the principles, we can apply them to the full-scale ships."
Brian smiled slightly, his confidence in her clear. "Good. I'll leave it in your capable hands."
As he turned to leave, he paused and added, "Yueying—this isn't just about war or trade. It's about setting the foundation for something bigger. The future will be built by people like you, pushing the boundaries of what's possible. Don't hold back."
Yueying's smile was subtle but genuine. "I won't."
With that, Brian left her to her work, confident that this breakthrough would soon shape the future of their endeavors. And in Yueying's capable hands, it would be more than just a success—it would be a symbol of innovation and progress in a world desperately in need of both.
Flashback – Nine weeks after the Emperor's arrival
Brian stirred early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight creeping through the curtains of his chamber in Jin Cheng. As he lay there, his mind drifted back to the grand feast that had been arranged after the liberation of the western territories. It had been a celebratory moment, marking the success of their campaign from Jin Cheng to Long You. His personal advisor and trusted father figure, Delan, had arranged the event with his usual care and precision. The town had come alive with joy, laughter, and camaraderie, and while the mood had been vibrant, one detail had left Brian slightly underwhelmed: the food.
It wasn't that the feast had been lacking in quantity—the tables had been lined with hearty dishes, roasted meats, and steaming bowls of rice. But there had been something missing. A variety. The food, while good, had seemed limited in scope. As Brian lay there, pondering the matter, a thought sparked within him. Why not elevate the culinary art of his new world? He had seen glimpses of what could be achieved with different ingredients—why not push for more?
With this in mind, Brian made a decision. Sitting up, he reached for the cord to summon Mu Ta, his head maiden who managed the household affairs with precision and grace. Mu Ta arrived quietly, her head bowed in respect. "You summoned me, my lord?"
"Yes, Mu Ta," Brian replied, his tone thoughtful. "Please ask Delan to come and see me. I have a matter to discuss with him."
Mu Ta bowed and quickly left to carry out his request. As Brian dressed for the day, the ideas swirling in his mind grew more vivid. Cheese, sauces, different cuts of meat, and even more exotic vegetables—why settle for a narrow range of flavors when there was so much potential to explore?
A short while later, Delan entered the room. He had always carried an air of wisdom and warmth, and as usual, there was a certain calmness about him that Brian found reassuring.
"My lord," Delan said with a bow, "you wished to see me?"
Brian smiled. "Delan, do you remember the feast we had after the liberation of the western territories?"
"Of course," Delan nodded a hint of pride in his eyes. "It was a wonderful moment for the people to celebrate our victory and our unity."
"It was," Brian agreed. "But there was something about it that has been on my mind lately—specifically, the food."
Delan tilted his head slightly, intrigued. "The food, my lord? Was there something wrong with it?"
Brian shook his head, choosing his words carefully. "No, not wrong—just… limited. It was good, yes, but I felt there could have been more. A wider range of flavors, and different dishes. I've been thinking about how we can improve on what we already have."
Delan's eyes lit up slightly as he began to understand where Brian was going with this. "Ah, I see. You're speaking of culinary expansion—pushing beyond the boundaries of what's familiar to us."
"Exactly," Brian said, pleased that Delan had caught on so quickly. "I want to explore new flavors, new ingredients. Cheese, for instance—how can we make it? What about different kinds of meats, sauces, vegetables? There's so much potential, and I think we can elevate our cuisine to a new level. I want to meet with the chefs who prepared that feast and see how they can help us with this."
Delan nodded, his respect for Brian deepening as he saw the passion behind his request. "I can arrange that, my lord. We can summon them to the academy tomorrow. They will be honored to hear your thoughts on this."
Brian smiled. "Good. Let's meet them at the academy then."
The next day.
The large, open room in the academy was quiet, save for the faint sound of nervous shuffling from the group of chefs gathered inside. They stood in a line, facing a single table at the far end of the room. Their expressions ranged from curious to anxious—uncertain about why they had been summoned. Whispers had spread among them, speculating about what this gathering was for, but none of them knew for sure. They only knew that their lord, Brian, had requested their presence, and that alone was enough to make their hearts race with anticipation.
The door opened, and Brian entered, accompanied by Delan. As soon as they stepped into the room, the chefs straightened, some casting nervous glances at each other, fearing they might have done something wrong.
Brian scanned the room, noting the unease in their expressions. He offered a small smile, hoping to put them at ease, though his tone remained formal. "Thank you all for coming," he began, his voice carrying through the room.
The chefs bowed deeply, and one of them, a middle-aged man with graying hair, spoke for the group. "It is our honor, my lord. How may we serve you today?"
Brian glanced at Delan, who nodded reassuringly before stepping back to let Brian take the lead. "I've asked you all here today because I wanted to discuss the feast we had after the liberation of the west," Brian began, his gaze steady but kind.
The chefs exchanged nervous looks, their anxiety growing. They had thought the feast had gone well—could it be that their lord was displeased?
Brian continued, sensing their worry. "Let me start by saying that the food was good. It was prepared well, and I have no complaints about the quality. However," he paused, letting the words sink in, "I found the range of dishes a bit… underwhelming."
A murmur rippled through the group, the fear that they had failed in some way sinking deep. But before they could dwell on it for too long, Brian raised a hand, and the room fell silent again.
"I don't mean to criticize," he said gently. "In fact, I believe you've all done excellent work. But I see an opportunity for us to do more. I want us to expand what we offer—to explore new flavors, new ingredients, new dishes. I've been thinking about how we can improve on what we already know."
The tension in the room began to ease as the chefs listened more closely, their fear turning into curiosity.
"I want to talk to you about ideas for expanding our culinary repertoire," Brian continued. "For example, I've heard of cheese but haven't seen it prepared here. Could we try to make it? And what about different meats or vegetables that we haven't considered yet? Can we create new sauces, and combine ingredients in ways we haven't before?"
One of the younger chefs, his eyes wide with interest, spoke up tentatively. "You… you want us to experiment, my lord? To try things that are new and different?"
Brian smiled, nodding. "Yes, exactly. I believe food can be an art, and we should explore it fully. Let's push the boundaries of what we know and see what we can create."
The room buzzed with a new energy, the chefs exchanging excited looks. What had begun as a nervous meeting had turned into an opportunity—a chance to expand their craft and try something entirely new.
Delan, standing beside Brian, spoke up with a warm smile. "You've all been chosen because of your skills. Lord Brian trusts you to take on this challenge. Use the academy's resources, take your time, and don't be afraid to experiment. We want to elevate our culinary traditions."
Brian nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I know this is new, and perhaps even daunting, but I believe in your abilities. Let's create something extraordinary—something that can enrich not only our meals but our culture as well."
The chefs, now buzzing with excitement and inspiration, bowed deeply once more. "We will not disappoint you, my lord," the elder chef promised, his voice filled with determination.
"I look forward to seeing what you come up with," Brian replied, his voice filled with warmth and optimism. "Go ahead and start planning. We'll hold another gathering soon to taste what you've created. Let's see how far we can push this."
With that, the room came alive with the promise of new ideas, the chefs already whispering amongst themselves about potential dishes, ingredients, and techniques. Brian watched them with satisfaction, knowing that this moment wasn't just about food—it was about innovation, creativity, and progress.
"There's more," Brian said, drawing the attention of the group once again. "This room—this large space you see now—is going to be dedicated to experimentation with food. It will be your space to create, test, and refine new dishes and ingredients. I want you to design this room to your liking, to help expand our culinary horizons. This will be the heart of our culinary exploration."
The chefs exchanged surprised but excited looks. It wasn't often that they were allowed to shape a space dedicated entirely to their craft, and the possibilities began to unfold in their minds.
"You will have complete freedom to customize this room to suit your needs," Brian continued. "Whether you need specialized equipment, different cooking stations, or storage for ingredients, you'll have it. Delan here will take down your requests, and we'll work on making this room exactly what you need it to be."
Delan stepped forward, holding a small parchment and quill, ready to write down the chefs' desires. "Feel free to speak openly," he added. "This is your chance to create the perfect environment for experimentation."
One of the elder chefs hesitated before speaking, "My lord, you're giving us a lot of freedom here. We've never been asked to design such a space before."
Brian smiled reassuringly. "That's because I believe in your expertise. Who better to create a culinary workshop than those who work with food every day? You know what's needed to bring out the best in your craft."
The chefs' nerves seemed to dissipate entirely, replaced by a growing enthusiasm. One by one, they began to voice their ideas, and Delan diligently wrote them down.
"We'll need separate cooking stations for different techniques," one chef suggested. "Grills, steaming areas, and spaces for roasting. If we want to try new methods, we'll need flexibility."
"And more storage for fresh ingredients," another chimed in. "We need to keep things fresh for the best results."
Brian nodded thoughtfully. "Good, keep going."
A younger chef spoke up next, his voice filled with excitement. "What about a room dedicated just to cleaning and waste management? A place where we can send the dirty plates and scraps so we don't clutter the main workspace. We could even have an area to recycle what's left over."
Brian's face lit up. "Exactly. That's the kind of forward-thinking we need. Keeping a clean and efficient workspace is vital to ensuring the best results. Let's add a separate waste room and cleaning area. You'll be able to focus on the cooking without the distraction of filth or clutter."
Delan quickly noted down the details, his quill scratching across the parchment as each idea was added to the growing list.
When the chefs had finished outlining their vision for the room, Brian took a moment to reflect on the growing potential before adding one final directive. "One more thing," he said, his tone becoming slightly more serious. "I want you to experiment without fear, but when it comes to ingredients you're uncertain about—those that could be dangerous or unfamiliar—I want to use the prisoners as test subjects."
The room fell silent for a moment, the chefs exchanging hesitant glances. Brian understood their hesitation and quickly explained. "We will make it voluntary. The prisoners will be warned of any potential risks, and those who agree to participate will be rewarded. It's an opportunity for them as well—one that could lead to better conditions or even reduced sentences. But the key is transparency. They'll know exactly what they're signing up for."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. The chefs, while still slightly unsure, seemed to understand the reasoning behind Brian's decision. It wasn't uncommon for rulers to experiment with food on less fortunate subjects, but Brian's approach was different—he was offering choice and reward, not just risk.
"We can arrange that," the elder chef said, nodding thoughtfully. "We'll ensure they're informed and willing before we proceed with anything experimental."
Brian gave him a firm nod of approval. "Good. Remember, the goal here is to improve our knowledge of food and ingredients, but we will not treat anyone unfairly in the process. This is about progress, not punishment."
Delan finished writing down the final details before looking up at Brian. "I've noted everything, my lord. We can begin making the necessary arrangements as soon as the plans are approved."
Brian looked back at the chefs, his gaze steady. "This room will be your laboratory, your workshop. Use it wisely and take care of it. Keep your workspace clean, organized, and efficient. The future of our culinary expansion starts here, and I want it to be something that sets us apart—something that brings pride to our people and enriches our culture."
The chefs, filled with renewed purpose and excitement, bowed deeply. "We will not disappoint you, my lord."
Brian smiled, satisfied with how the meeting had gone. He could already envision the possibilities that would come from this room and these talented chefs. It wasn't just about feeding his people—it was about creating something new, something innovative, something that would leave a lasting legacy.
"Good," he said simply. "Now, let's get to work."
As the chefs began discussing their ideas with newfound excitement, Brian and Delan quietly left the room. The air was filled with anticipation, and Brian couldn't help but feel that this small step would lead to something far greater than anyone in that room could yet imagine.
Flashback – Five months after the Emperor's arrival
Brian stood at the entrance to the newly built academy in Jin Cheng, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he surveyed the growing institution. The foundations of a place dedicated to knowledge were coming together, from military strategies to philosophical studies. And now, with the arrival of Hua Tuo, the academy would also delve into the world of medicine.
Hua Tuo had arrived a few weeks prior, liberated from Kong Rong's service, and Brian had given him a simple yet powerful directive: teach anyone who was willing to learn. It was a far cry from the usual demands of lords and warlords who would only call upon Hua Tuo for battlefield surgeries or personal treatments. This opportunity thrilled the famed physician, as it allowed him to pass on his knowledge to a new generation of healers.
As Brian approached the makeshift medical wing of the academy, he saw Hua Tuo organizing herbs, medical tools, and several manuscripts on healing techniques. The man looked entirely at home, his gentle yet focused demeanor evident as he arranged his workspace.
"Hua Tuo," Brian greeted, his voice warm.
Hua Tuo turned, offering a respectful bow. "Lord Brian, it is a pleasure to see you. How may I assist you today?"
"I came to check on your progress," Brian replied, stepping into the room and glancing around. "I'm glad to see you settling in so well. Your knowledge will be invaluable here."
Hua Tuo smiled slightly, grateful for the trust Brian had shown him. "It is a rare gift to be able to teach, my lord. Most rulers wish only for cures and treatments. I am honored by your vision—to use medicine not just as a tool of survival but as a way to advance the well-being of your people."
Brian nodded. "We must think beyond the immediate and build something lasting. But I've been meaning to ask—how do you plan to teach the students? I'd like to see a structure that can pass on your knowledge, not just practical skills, but the theory behind medicine."
Hua Tuo's expression grew thoughtful. "I will begin with the basics—herbs, remedies, and how to treat common illnesses. Then we will move to more complex practices: surgeries, diagnostics, and preventive care. But there's one area where I would seek your guidance."
"Go on," Brian encouraged.
"There is much to be learned from anatomy," Hua Tuo began cautiously, "and while it can be studied in theory, nothing teaches as effectively as real-life examples. I know this may be an uncomfortable subject for some, but if it is possible… I would like to have the opportunity to teach anatomy using bodies that have passed, to show the students directly how the human body functions."
Brian considered this for a moment. "You mean dissections?"
Hua Tuo nodded. "Yes, my lord. It is not common, but I believe that for the deceased, we can learn more about how to heal the living."
Brian's expression remained thoughtful, but he quickly responded. "It's a reasonable request. We're here to push the boundaries of knowledge, and anatomy is key to medicine. I'll approve it, but we need to make sure it's done respectfully and carefully. You'll need a proper place to conduct these studies—somewhere we can keep the bodies cold and clean."
Hua Tuo visibly relaxed, grateful for Brian's openness to the idea. "Thank you, my lord. I will ensure everything is handled with the utmost care and respect."
Brian nodded, satisfied with the plan. "We'll start by making a dedicated area for your work. You'll have the resources you need to build this program. But remember, we are not just healing the body—we're shaping the future of our people."
Hua Tuo bowed deeply. "You have my word, Lord Brian. I will teach the students with diligence and respect."
"Good," Brian said. "I want this academy to become a center of learning for medicine, technology, and more. You are a key part of that."
With that, Brian left Hua Tuo to his preparations, knowing that the academy was in good hands. The vision of creating not just a place of power, but a society where knowledge and progress thrived, was beginning to take shape.
Flashback - Nine months after the Emperor's arrival.
Brian walked through the halls of Jin Cheng's newly established library, its vast shelves already brimming with texts and scrolls. The heart of culture, knowledge, and artistry was growing here, and it brought a sense of pride to see how far it had come. But today, Brian's thoughts lingered on something else—something that had been on his mind since he met Cai Wenji after the battle of Luo Yang.
After her defeat, both she and her father, Cai Yong, had been offered refuge under Brian's rule. While Cai Yong settled into the library, guiding the scribes and poets, Cai Wenji seemed quieter than usual. Her once legendary harp music had faded, almost like a shadow of the past, and Brian wondered if she'd lost her passion for it.
With that in mind, Brian sought her out. He found her in the library's music room, seated by her harp but not playing. Her fingers hovered above the strings, as though she couldn't decide whether to touch them. The scene was peaceful yet filled with a quiet tension that Brian hoped to break.
"Lady Wenji," Brian greeted warmly as he entered. She looked up, startled, then offered a polite bow.
"My lord," she said softly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Brian approached her, glancing at the harp before meeting her gaze. "I couldn't help but notice that the sound of your music hasn't been filling these halls as often as I'd expected. I've heard of your incredible talent, but lately, I've only seen you lost in thought. What troubles you?"
Cai Wenji sighed, her expression clouded. "Music once brought me great joy, my lord. But in recent times, it has felt distant, almost as though it no longer belongs to me. Perhaps it's the weight of the wars or the loss of my homeland that dims the passion."
Brian leaned against a nearby table, contemplating her words. "I understand the burdens you carry, but I also believe that music can heal, just as it can inspire. Sometimes, breaking away from tradition can reignite that fire."
Wenji looked at him curiously. "Break away? What do you mean, my lord?"
Brian smiled, crossing his arms as a playful glint entered his eyes. "I've been thinking about something. You know the dance of Yuefu, yes? A traditional form passed down through the ages, paired with music that reflects the harmony and balance of our world."
She nodded. "Of course. It is a part of our heritage, a symbol of refined culture."
"I respect that tradition," Brian said, his voice sincere. "But what if we could elevate it? What if you could push the rhythm beyond the boundaries of what's known? The Yuefu has always been about balance and propriety, but what if we could add an element of excitement—something faster, with more energy?"
Cai Wenji's brow furrowed slightly, intrigued but unsure. "Faster…? The Yuefu is already set in its rhythm. Its grace lies in its steadiness, its flow."
Brian chuckled lightly, standing straighter. "That's true. But sometimes the grace of a thing comes from its ability to evolve. I had the privilege of learning traditional dances from Zhang He—he's shown me the intricate steps and the elegance of our courtly dances. But even he spoke of experimentation, of allowing the music to lead the movement in unexpected ways."
Cai Wenji raised an eyebrow, her fingers brushing lightly against the strings of her harp. "And what would you suggest, my lord?"
Brian stepped forward, his eyes lighting with an idea. "I propose a challenge, Lady Wenji. I've learned some of the traditional steps, but I want to see if we can raise the tempo—make the dance something more spirited. Could you, for example, increase the rhythm of the Yuefu and match it with something more… daring?"
She hesitated, her mind racing through the implications of such a change. "It would certainly be unconventional, but… music is meant to be felt, not just heard. Perhaps there's truth in what you say."
Brian grinned. "I knew you'd see it. The talent you have, Cai Wenji, isn't bound by old ways. You're more than a reflection of the past—you can shape the future of culture in this land."
Wenji gave him a faint smile, inspired by his words. "Very well. Let us see if we can awaken something new." She turned to her harp, the tips of her fingers finally resting on the strings. Slowly, she began to play, the familiar melody of Yuefu filling the room with a serene calm.
Brian watched closely, waiting for the moment when the tempo would shift. Wenji, too, seemed to feel it—the beat of her fingers began to quicken, the strings vibrating with a new energy. The music gained momentum, and Brian felt the rhythm pulsate through the air. It was faster, more vibrant, yet still beautiful in its fluidity.
Brian couldn't help but move to the rhythm, his feet following the steps he'd learned under Zhang He's tutelage. At first, he kept to the traditional pattern, but as the music intensified, his movements became freer and more spontaneous. The elegance of the Yuefu dance remained, but there was something new—a spark of excitement, a sense of improvisation that gave it life.
Cai Wenji's eyes widened as she watched Brian, her fingers instinctively matching his pace. The once-steady melody was now something more, something alive with the potential for change. As the final notes rang out, both Brian and Wenji stood still, the echoes of the music lingering in the air.
"That…" Wenji began, her voice filled with wonder. "That was… unexpected. And yet, it felt right."
Brian, slightly breathless, smiled at her. "That's what I was hoping for. You see, tradition is important, but it's only through pushing those boundaries that we find something new. Something that can truly inspire."
Cai Wenji nodded, her eyes gleaming with renewed passion. "I see now. Music and dance aren't just about preservation—they're about creation. Thank you, my lord. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this feeling."
Brian smiled warmly. "I'm glad. Perhaps we can take this further—explore new forms of music and dance, just as we're exploring new technology and knowledge."
Wenji gave a small bow of gratitude. "It would be an honor, my lord. Let us create something worthy of this new era."
Brian nodded. "Let's begin."
Flashback - One week after the Emperor's arrival.
The streets of Jin Cheng were still recovering from the chaos that had engulfed much of the region. With the defeat of the Zhu brothers and the liberation of nearby Sukuna, Brian's reputation as a capable leader was beginning to take root, though many in the city still saw him as an outsider. It was during this time that Brian, now firmly seated as Jin Cheng's lord, was introduced to Liu Mei, the town's most respected tailor.
Dynastic Elegance, her shop, stood modestly among the other bustling businesses, but its reputation was unmatched. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that gripped the city, Liu Mei had managed to maintain the quality of her work, a feat that had earned her the admiration of many. However, with war and unrest plaguing the region, business had slowed considerably.
Brian, intrigued by the idea of elevating the standards of clothing and preparing the city for future needs, decided to visit Liu Mei personally. With a small escort of guards, he made his way to the shop, noting its simple but elegant facade. Inside, the shop was neatly arranged with rolls of fabric, completed garments hanging on racks, and Liu Mei herself attending to a few minor adjustments on a customer's robe.
She noticed Brian's entrance almost immediately, her expression shifting from polite focus to one of curiosity and perhaps a hint of skepticism. Brian was still relatively unknown to many, though his actions in recent battles had begun to spread his name.
"Lord Brian," Liu Mei greeted him with a deep bow, her voice calm but measured. "I am honored by your visit. How may I assist you today?"
Brian looked around the shop, noting the craftsmanship of the garments on display before addressing her. "I've heard of your skill, Liu Mei. They say you're the finest tailor in Jin Cheng."
Liu Mei smiled faintly. "I do my best to uphold that reputation, my lord. Though, I must admit, with the recent troubles, business has not been as steady as it once was."
Brian nodded, acknowledging the struggles the city had faced. "That's exactly why I'm here. The people of Jin Cheng may not realize it now, but colder times are coming, and they'll need more than just warmth to survive them. They'll need clothing that is both functional and something they can take pride in. I want to prepare for the future and ensure that the people not only have something to wear but something that elevates them."
Liu Mei raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "Elevates them, my lord?"
Brian smiled, stepping forward slightly, his tone thoughtful. "Clothing is more than just fabric to cover the body. It can be a statement—a way to uplift the people and give them hope. I'm thinking ahead to the winter. I want clothes that can endure the harshness of the season but also bring beauty to our lives. Fashion that helps us transition from these difficult times into something better."
Liu Mei considered his words carefully, her eyes narrowing slightly as her mind turned over the possibilities. "You speak of creating a fashion movement, not just practical garments."
"Exactly," Brian replied. "I want you to take the lead on this. You're already the best in the city, but I believe you can do more. I want you to gather all the tailors under your wing, old and new. Teach them your craft. Raise the standard of quality for all the clothing produced here, and make sure it stays affordable for the people."
Liu Mei looked surprised at the boldness of his proposal. "You're asking me to unite the tailors of Jin Cheng?"
Brian nodded firmly. "Yes. I want to make sure that everyone in the city has access to quality clothing. And you won't have to raise your prices to do it. I'll ensure you get the support and resources you need directly from the town's supply lines. You'll never have to worry about shortages. But in return, I expect excellence—and the elevation of our fashion beyond mere necessity."
Liu Mei blinked, clearly absorbing the magnitude of his offer. "You would trust me with this responsibility, my lord?"
Brian met her gaze steadily. "I trust you, Liu Mei. You have a skill that can help shape the future of this city. Together, we can create something that isn't just about survival, but about thriving."
She stood there for a moment, weighing his words. Finally, she nodded. "Very well, my lord. I will take on this challenge. I'll gather the best tailors and pass on what I know. We will create clothing that reflects the spirit of this city and the future you're building."
Brian smiled, satisfied with her answer. "Good. I'll have Mu Ta and the others ensure you have everything you need. Prepare for what's coming, Liu Mei—we're going to build something that lasts."
With that, Brian left the shop, knowing that the foundation for something more than just clothing had been laid. It was the beginning of a new chapter for Jin Cheng, one where even the smallest details—like the garments on their backs—would help elevate the people to a brighter future.
10 Months After the Emperor's Arrival
The snow blanketed Jin Cheng in a serene, white silence. Crisp winter air carried the sound of footsteps crunching against the snow-covered streets, while the people moved through the town wrapped in the beautiful creations of Liu Mei's craftsmanship. The cold had arrived, but with it came a sense of warmth and pride. The citizens of Jin Cheng, far from being overwhelmed by the harshness of winter, walked confidently in garments that not only protected them from the biting cold but elevated their spirits with rich designs and styles.
Brian stood outside Liu Mei's expanded workshop, watching as another group of newly recruited officers exited, admiring the intricate detailing on their fresh robes and the practicality of the layering that kept the cold at bay. His satisfaction grew, knowing the role Liu Mei played in making the town a place of comfort even during the coldest months.
As Brian entered the shop, Liu Mei greeted him with a playful scowl, hands on her hips, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement. "My lord Brian," she began with mock severity, "you've done it again."
Brian raised an eyebrow, his expression innocent. "What did I do this time?"
She gestured around her bustling workshop, where tailors worked diligently, sewing garments, adjusting fits, and stitching details into beautiful new designs. "I've had to expand—again," she emphasized. "You keep sending more officers, more people, and now I have more tailors under me than I ever dreamed of. If this keeps up, I'll have to take over the whole street."
Brian chuckled, stepping closer to admire some of the new creations. "I told you we would make sure you had the resources and space you needed. It's a good thing, isn't it?"
Liu Mei sighed dramatically, but there was a clear undercurrent of pride in her voice. "I suppose so. But you've turned my humble workshop into a bustling empire of fashion," she teased. "And I have to admit, it's a joy seeing everyone wearing the creations we've worked so hard to make. People aren't just surviving the winter—they're embracing it, and looking good while they do."
Brian smiled. "That was always the plan. To ensure that even in the harshest of times, we thrive and elevate ourselves. These garments, your designs, they represent more than warmth—they represent the future we're building together."
Liu Mei's expression softened, and she nodded. "It's true. It's amazing how something as simple as clothes can make such a difference." She glanced around the room, where her tailors worked happily alongside new apprentices, learning her craft and perfecting their skills. "And it's more than just the designs. With so many willing to work, we've built a real community here."
Brian's eyes twinkled. "Exactly. And I trust that you're handling the increased demand with your usual excellence?"
Liu Mei waved her hand dismissively, though she couldn't hide her smile. "Of course, of course. It's a good problem to have."
"Well," Brian said, his tone light, "if you need anything more—space, materials, or more hands—just let me know."
She looked at him with a mock glare. "Don't tempt me, Brian. I'll have the whole city dressed in the finest clothes by the end of the year if you keep sending so many people my way."
Brian laughed, giving her a respectful nod. "That wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, Dynastic Elegance is becoming quite the name. You've done more than just make clothes—you've shaped a new era of fashion."
Liu Mei smiled, her playful demeanor giving way to genuine pride. "I couldn't have done it without your support, my lord."
"Let's continue building together," Brian said. "We're shaping not just Jin Cheng but the future of the land itself."
As he left the shop, the warmth inside contrasted sharply with the cold air outside, but Brian knew that thanks to Liu Mei and her tailors, the people of Jin Cheng would continue to face the winter with comfort, style, and strength.
Flashback - Nine months after the Emperor's arrival.
In the quiet halls of Jin Cheng's grand library, Brian found himself walking among the shelves stacked with scrolls and books, the knowledge of generations carefully preserved. But today, his solitude was interrupted by an unexpected encounter.
As Brian turned a corner, a familiar figure stood examining a scroll. Cao Cao, the ever-ambitious warlord, glanced up, his sharp eyes narrowing as they met Brian's. With a nod, he acknowledged Brian's presence.
"Lord Brian," Cao Cao said, his voice calm yet carrying the weight of command. "A vast library, fitting for a man with your ambition."
Brian smiled lightly. "A place of peace, Lord Cao Cao. Knowledge brings clarity, especially in times like these."
Cao Cao set the scroll aside, his expression more serious. "A fine sentiment," he said, though his tone suggested deeper thoughts. "But I wonder, would you indulge me in a question?"
Brian inclined his head. "Of course."
Cao Cao glanced around, his instincts ever sharp. "Not here," he murmured, his voice low. "Let's speak privately."
Intrigued, Brian led him to a secluded study room in the library. Once inside, Cao Cao closed the door behind them, ensuring no one could overhear.
Settling into a chair, Cao Cao wasted no time. "You are a wise man, Brian," he began, his tone direct but careful. "Which is why I find myself curious. Why do you, a man of ambition and intellect, continue to support the Emperor?"
Brian remained calm, sensing the layers in the question. Cao Cao's curiosity was genuine, but it came with the sharp edge of a man used to wielding power.
Cao Cao's eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned forward. "You help him, strengthen him even. But surely, you know as well as I do that the Emperor's authority has already crumbled once. What reason do you have to prop it up again?"
Brian met Cao Cao's gaze, understanding that this was more than idle curiosity. Cao Cao was probing, testing for weakness or hidden motives.
"I understand your concern, Cao Cao," Brian began, his voice steady. "Yes, the Emperor's authority has faltered, but it is not the man alone who failed—it was the system around him."
Cao Cao's brow furrowed slightly, though he remained silent, waiting for Brian to continue.
"I'm not just supporting a throne," Brian explained. "I'm rebuilding something stronger. The Emperor represents stability—a symbol of unity for the people. But the symbol is only as strong as the structure supporting it. That's where you come in, and others like you."
Cao Cao's lips curled into a faint smile, though it was more thoughtful than pleased. "You speak as though we are forging a new path, one that transcends the throne itself."
Brian nodded. "Exactly. This isn't about restoring the old—it's about creating something better. Strong rulers like yourself, men of vision like Kong Rong, scholars and thinkers… We're not here to tear down the system. We're here to perfect it."
Cao Cao leaned back, a glint of respect flashing in his eyes. "Hmph. You speak of wisdom and ambition, but you know as well as I do that the world does not always favor the wise. Power is a fickle thing."
Brian's expression remained calm, though his tone grew more direct. "That's why we have to build a system that balances ambition and stability. I am not blind to the failures of the past, but if we work to improve the system, the future can be more than just chaos."
Cao Cao chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing as he considered Brian's words. "You are bold, Brian. I see now you're not simply a servant of the Emperor—you're shaping something far larger. It seems I've underestimated your plans."
Brian smiled knowingly. "I think we understand each other well, Cao Cao. We both know that strength comes not just from the throne, but from the foundation beneath it."
Cao Cao's expression grew sharper, though not hostile. "Just remember, Brian—while you aim to shape the future, there are others who will seek to control it. Not every man in this land will see things as you do."
Brian's gaze hardened his voice firm. "That is why we must stay vigilant. Together, we can shape a future where wisdom guides ambition—not the other way around."
Cao Cao rose from his chair, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You have given me much to consider. I'll be watching your progress closely, Lord Brian."
Brian watched as Cao Cao left the room, the subtle tension between them now layered with understanding. They were both men who knew the weight of power, and though their paths were different, they each held the same goal: to shape the future of a fractured land.
Flashback - Seven months after the Emperor's arrival.
The campfire crackled warmly, the flickering flames casting long shadows over the gathered officers. Cups of liquor passed freely between them, the mood light, spirits high. The night was filled with laughter, and a sense of camaraderie permeated the air as stories of the battlefield and casual banter flowed easily.
Brian sat among them, a cup of liquor in hand. Though he wasn't one to get drunk, he indulged the men, joining in their merriment. He wore an easy smile, blending in seamlessly with his officers as they took a break from the pressures of war.
"Alright, enough about battle plans," Xiahou Dun said, grinning broadly. "Let's talk about something real—what's the best meal you've ever had? I'm talking about the kind of food that makes you forget you're even in the middle of a war!"
The officers chuckled, warming to the idea. Fa Zheng raised his cup and leaned forward. "For me, nothing beats a good roasted boar, seasoned with just the right herbs. When it's cooked over a low fire and the meat just falls off the bone—now that is a meal."
Zhao Yun, ever the gentleman, nodded. "I'm with you on that, but I'd add some fresh vegetables to balance it out. A light stew on the side, something hearty but not too heavy."
Jiang Wei chimed in, "Give me a well-cooked duck, tender and with a crispy skin. Throw in some steamed buns, and I'm set."
The officers were now fully invested in the conversation, sharing stories of their favorite meals. The banter flowed easily as they laughed and swapped tales, their minds drifting to memories of home-cooked meals and campfire feasts.
It wasn't long before all eyes turned to Brian.
"Come on, Lord Brian," Xiahou Yuan urged, grinning mischievously. "You've got to have a favorite meal. What's the best thing you've ever tasted?"
Brian smiled, taking a moment to consider his answer. "Well, there was this one dish I had once… It was fresh fish, thinly sliced, served on top of small portions of rice. The fish had been seasoned with a light, salted sauce, and it melted in your mouth with every bite."
The officers listened intently, their mouths practically watering as Brian described the meal.
"The fish was raw, but it wasn't like anything I'd ever had before," Brian continued. "It was delicate, fresh from the river, and the flavors were simple but perfect. The rice was warm, balancing the coolness of the fish. Every bite was... I don't know how to describe it. It was like tasting the essence of the river itself."
Zhang Chunhua, seated a short distance away, was quietly scribbling in her notebook, her quill moving swiftly as she noted down Brian's description of the dish. She wasn't just interested in food—she was taking mental notes, knowing that winning a man's heart often involved understanding his tastes, both literally and figuratively.
The men around the fire were completely enraptured, the image of the meal vivid in their minds.
"That sounds incredible," Zhao Yun murmured, shaking his head. "I've never had anything like that."
"Neither have I," Jiang Wei added, his expression thoughtful. "A dish like that could change how we think about food altogether."
Brian chuckled, waving a hand. "It's a bit different from the usual roasted meats and stews we're used to, but I'll tell you—once you've had it, you'll never forget the taste."
Fa Zheng, ever the schemer, smirked. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to start a new trend here. You might just inspire the chefs back in Jin Cheng to start serving fish in a whole new way."
Laughter rippled through the group, the officers clearly enjoying the thought of such a dish becoming a staple in their camp meals.
Then, Xiahou Dun leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, enough about food. Let's get to the real topic here. What's the most beautiful thing about a woman, huh? Come on, we've all got our opinions—let's hear them."
The shift in conversation caught the group by surprise, but it wasn't long before they were all grinning and nodding, ready to dive into the topic. Brian leaned back, his cup still in hand, waiting to hear what his officers had to say.
Jiang Wei was the first to answer. "For me, it's confidence. A woman who knows her worth and carries herself with strength—that's where her beauty lies. You can see it in her eyes and how she moves."
Zhao Yun nodded in agreement. "It's more than just looks. A kind heart, someone who cares for others with grace—that's real beauty."
Xiahou Yuan, ever the straightforward one, laughed. "I'll take a woman who fights by my side, looks good with a sword, and can clean up just as well. Now that is beautiful."
The group erupted in laughter again, the camaraderie thick in the air.
Zhang He, ever the refined one, smiled with a touch of elegance. "You all are missing the point entirely. True beauty is about presence. It's an art form. A woman who knows how to move, how to walk with grace—that's where the real power lies. The way her hips sway with every step, how she knows eyes are on her yet remains unfazed by it. That's beauty."
The men chuckled at Zhang He's poetic description, but there was a murmur of agreement. The way he spoke of grace and elegance seemed to resonate with them all.
From a distance, Xingcai sat quietly by a different campfire, her ears catching the conversation. She wasn't ready to join the others yet, her heart still conflicted after her first confession to Brian. But she couldn't help but listen, curious about what her lord might say.
As the conversation died down, all eyes turned to Brian once more.
"Well?" Xiahou Dun prodded. "You've been quiet long enough, Lord Brian. Let's hear what you've got to say."
Brian smiled, leaning forward slightly. "Alright, alright. You want to know what I think?"
The men nodded eagerly, waiting for his answer.
"For me," Brian began, his voice taking on a more thoughtful tone, "it's all about the subtle details. A woman doesn't need to reveal everything—there's beauty in mystery. The way she dresses, showing just enough but still leaving something to the imagination… it's captivating. The curves of her body, the way she moves—that's where the true beauty lies."
The campfire flickered, casting shadows across their faces as Brian continued.
"And her hair—long, short, dark, or light, it doesn't matter. As long as it's cared for, there's beauty in that. Natural beauty, with little makeup, speaks to me more than anything. I like a woman who embraces her own appearance, who knows she's beautiful, and walks like she knows it. That's where the real power is."
The officers fell silent, listening intently to their lord's passionate response. Even Zhang He, the elegant master of beauty, nodded in appreciation of Brian's words.
Nearby, Yueying and Zhang Chunhua exchanged glances, both of them having overheard the conversation. Yueying remained quiet, her thoughts turning inward as she considered Brian's words. Zhang Chunhua, however, continued to scribble notes, her mind already working on how she could win Brian's heart—perhaps with the perfect balance of beauty and grace.
Unbeknownst to Brian, Xingcai, too, had heard every word. Though she was still at a distance, her heart swelled with a quiet resolve. She wasn't ready yet, but she was starting to understand.
Just as the mood began to settle, Sun Shangxiang's sharp voice cut through the air.
"Talking about beauty without us, are you?"
Sun Shangxiang approached, her arms crossed and her fiery spirit on full display. Lianshi followed close behind, her expression more amused than angry.
The men quickly quieted down, some shifting nervously, while others stifled their laughter.
Brian raised his hands defensively. "It's just banter, Shangxiang. Nothing serious."
Her eyes narrowed playfully as she grabbed his arm, pulling him up. "Come on, we need to talk."
The soldiers tried to stifle their laughter as Sun Shangxiang led Brian away, her grip firm but not without affection. Lianshi followed close behind, giving a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the moment as she gracefully trailed behind.
As they moved away from the campfire, Sun Shangxiang slowed her pace, her playful demeanor softening. She glanced at Brian, her expression somewhere between frustration and shyness. "You know, you could have mentioned what you liked earlier," she muttered, her fiery spirit tempered by a hint of a blush. "Talking about beauty with your men… and not a word to me?"
Brian chuckled softly, sensing her teasing tone. "Didn't think you'd want to hear the same banter I share with the soldiers. You've got enough fire in you already."
Sun Shangxiang scoffed but smiled, her eyes softening as she looked away. "Well, next time, don't wait for a campfire chat. You can just tell me."
Behind them, Lianshi quietly adjusted her hair, clearly aware of Sun Shangxiang's flustered state. She smiled to herself, walking silently beside the pair, enjoying the warmth of their bond as it continued to deepen.
Back at the campfire, the remaining officers picked up where they left off, the mood light once more. Zhang He swirled his cup of liquor with a satisfied grin, clearly reveling in the banter. "Well, well," he mused, his voice light but elegant. "It seems our lord has quite the refined taste in both beauty and food."
Jiang Wei chuckled. "Refined? That's an understatement. He had all of us picturing that fish dish like it was served right here." He paused for a moment, glancing around at the other officers. "I don't think any of us can match his way with words."
The soldiers nodded, still talking amongst themselves about Brian's descriptions of food and beauty, some trying to mimic his elegant phrasing but failing humorously.
At the edge of the camp, Xingcai remained in her spot, watching from a distance as Brian disappeared into the shadows with Sun Shangxiang. Her thoughts lingered on his words, replaying his description of beauty and confidence. Something about the way he spoke stirred something in her. She felt a quiet resolve building within her—she wasn't ready yet, but she was starting to understand.
Meanwhile, back at the campfire, Fa Zheng lifted his cup in a mock toast. "To our lord and his eloquence," he declared with a mischievous grin. "May we all one day speak as smoothly as him."
The men raised their cups in a hearty cheer, laughter breaking out once again as the campfire crackled on. The camaraderie between them was palpable, the conversation ranging from playful jabs to sincere admiration.
The night continued, filled with banter, warmth, and the shared glow of brotherhood. But as the soldiers laughed and drank, each of them knew they had witnessed something rare—a glimpse into Brian's heart and mind, a moment of vulnerability wrapped in the guise of casual conversation.
Flashback - Sun Shangxiang's surprise.
It had been weeks since Sun Shangxiang had first started planning, and now, with the day approaching fast, she knew everything had to be perfect. Brian was not one to celebrate his birthday publicly, and she suspected he didn't even think anyone knew the exact date. But Shangxiang was determined to give him a gift he would never forget.
The first step had been finding out when Brian's birthday was. That had proven more difficult than expected. Brian wasn't exactly forthcoming about his past life, and it wasn't a topic he casually discussed with anyone. However, Shangxiang was nothing if not persistent. Her first lead had been Delan, Brian's trusted advisor and the closest person he had to a father figure in this world.
She found Delan in his usual spot at the library, poring over various scrolls and documents. Taking a deep breath to hide her excitement, Shangxiang approached him quietly.
"Master Delan," she began softly, trying to sound casual, "may I ask you something personal?"
Delan, ever observant, looked up from his scrolls with a slight smile. "Of course, Lady Sun. What can I help you with?"
Shangxiang hesitated for a brief moment before leaning in slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "I want to know when Brian's birthday is."
Delan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "That is a rather specific question. Might I ask why you're interested in such information?"
Sun Shangxiang's lips curved into a playful smile. "I want to surprise him with something special. He's done so much for all of us, and I feel it's time we did something for him. But, I can't plan a proper celebration if I don't even know when it is."
Delan's expression softened as he regarded her. He could see the sincerity in her eyes. "Brian doesn't often talk about such things, but… I suppose if anyone should know, it's you." He paused briefly, considering the weight of revealing something Brian hadn't openly shared. "His birthday is in exactly one month."
Shangxiang's eyes widened. "One month? That's perfect! I have just enough time to plan." She leaned in closer, almost whispering now. "Thank you, Master Delan. I promise, he won't suspect a thing."
Delan chuckled softly. "I trust you will do well, Lady Sun. Brian deserves something truly special."
With that crucial piece of information, Sun Shangxiang immediately set her plans into motion. She called upon Lianshi, Xingcai, and a few trusted officers to help her organize a massive feast—one that would blend public celebration with a more private, intimate moment. Every detail had to be flawless, from the dishes that would be served to the musicians and dancers who would perform.
The entire city of Jin Cheng became a part of the planning, though the majority of people only knew of the public celebration. The chefs in the academy were tasked with creating new dishes, using the knowledge they had gained from Brian's innovations in the culinary arts. The blacksmiths and artisans created fireworks and firecrackers to light up the sky when the time came. Even the Emperor, who had taken a liking to Brian, gave his blessing for the grand event.
But the most secret part of the plan, the part that only Shangxiang, Lianshi, and Xingcai knew about, was the intimate surprise waiting for Brian after the public festivities.
As the day approached, Sun Shangxiang could barely contain her excitement. She watched as the city prepared for the grand feast, the streets bustling with activity as everyone played their part. Bamboo firecrackers were carefully placed, the chefs perfected their dishes, and the dancers and musicians rehearsed tirelessly.
And yet, the most important part was still hidden away, waiting for its moment.
On the morning of Brian's birthday, Shangxiang went to Delan once more, confirming the final details. "Everything's set, right? We've kept him distracted?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Delan nodded. "He went out early this morning for a quiet ride. Lianshi is with him, keeping him away until everything is ready. He has no idea what's waiting for him when he returns."
Shangxiang sighed in relief. "Good. It has to be perfect."
As the day wore on and the preparations came together, Sun Shangxiang, along with Xingcai, Yueying, and Zhang Chunhae, made sure that every final touch was in place. The petals were spread across the room, the candles were positioned to give the perfect ambiance, and the most personal gift of all—the intimate setting—was prepared in Brian's bedroom, where he would be led after the public feast.
That evening, as Brian entered the city after his quiet ride with Lianshi, everything seemed perfectly ordinary to him. The streets were quieter than usual, and the city appeared to be resting. But as he approached the plaza, the night sky suddenly exploded with light.
"Surprise!" hundreds of voices cried out, the streets of Jin Cheng erupting into a sea of color as fireworks lit up the sky.
Brian stared, utterly shocked. "What… how did they…?"
Before he could process what was happening, Sun Shangxiang appeared at his side, grinning from ear to ear. "Happy birthday, you big fool," she said, her voice full of affection as she grabbed his arm.
"I… didn't think anyone knew it was today," Brian admitted, still reeling from the surprise.
"Oh, we knew," Sun Shangxiang teased. "We've been planning this for weeks. Do you think you're the only one who can plan a surprise?"
Brian looked at her in disbelief. "You did all of this? How did I not notice?"
Sun Shangxiang laughed. "You've been busy with your usual business, and we've become quite skilled at keeping secrets." She squeezed his arm playfully. "But this is just the beginning. Come on, there's a feast waiting for you."
As they walked toward the plaza, Brian couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at how much effort had gone into this celebration. It wasn't just a feast; it was a citywide event. Everyone had come together to celebrate, and it was clear that they had done it all for him.
But even as the public celebration unfolded around him, with food, music, and laughter filling the night air, Sun Shangxiang's mind was on the final part of her plan. After the fireworks, after the dances, when the city began to wind down, she would lead Brian back to his home—where the most intimate gift awaited him.
One year and two months ago after the Emperor's arrival.
The soft glow of evening lanterns illuminated the private chambers of Sun Shangxiang, casting long shadows on the finely crafted wooden floor. The room was peaceful, with only the faint sound of the wind rustling outside. Sun Shangxiang sat on a cushioned chair, her hands resting on her lap, a thoughtful expression on her face. Across from her, Zhang Chunhua sat gracefully, her posture straight, her demeanor calm and authoritative.
It had been several weeks since Sun Shangxiang had sought Zhang Chunhua's guidance on how to fulfill her role as Brian's main wife. With four concubines in the family, it was important to maintain harmony, and Shangxiang knew she couldn't do it alone. Zhang Chunhua, with her keen mind and years of experience managing delicate relationships, had become her trusted advisor in this matter.
"Shangxiang, there is something important we need to discuss," Zhang Chunhua began, her voice soft but firm. "As Brian's main wife, you hold a unique position in this family. It's not just about love or affection. You must maintain balance and ensure that the harmony we have worked so hard to build remains intact."
Shangxiang nodded, already knowing where this conversation was headed. "I understand, Zhang Chunhua. But with so many concubines, how do I make sure there's no jealousy or discord? Brian shouldn't have to worry about these things."
"Exactly," Zhang Chunhua agreed, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Brian has entrusted us to maintain peace within the family. Small squabbles and jealousy have no place here. That's why we need to establish clear guidelines, especially when it comes to intimacy."
Shangxiang leaned in, listening carefully. She had always known that managing a household this large would require discipline, but Zhang Chunhua's approach had opened her eyes to the importance of coordination and structure.
"When it comes to our intimate sessions with Brian," Zhang Chunhua continued, "we need to ensure that each woman feels valued, but without causing any unnecessary tension. I've found that it helps to have a system. One that prioritizes fairness but also keeps the focus on Brian."
Shangxiang raised an eyebrow. "A system?"
Zhang Chunhua's smile grew. "Yes, a system. For example, during our intimate moments, the focus should always be on one woman at a time. The others may tease or assist in small ways, but the attention must remain singular. It's important that Brian feels connected to each of us individually, rather than feeling pulled in multiple directions."
Shangxiang nodded, finding merit in the idea. "So, we take turns?"
"Exactly," Zhang Chunhua confirmed. "And since you are the main wife, it's important that you lead by example. I suggest you always volunteer to go last."
Shangxiang tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident in her expression. "Go last? Why?"
Zhang Chunhua's eyes gleamed with wisdom. "By going last, you reinforce your role as the leader of the family. You show patience, and you demonstrate that you trust the process. It also allows you to guide the rhythm of the evening, ensuring everything goes smoothly. When it's your turn, you will already know how to adjust to Brian's mood, and the session can end in peace. Of course, given Brian's... remarkable stamina, the night may not end so quickly, but you can ensure that each of us has had her moment of affection before it continues."
Shangxiang smiled, a sense of understanding dawning on her. "That makes sense. And what about the others? How do we make sure they don't feel left out or impatient?"
Zhang Chunhua gave a slight nod, acknowledging the complexity of the situation. "That's where coordination comes in. You can help by signaling when it's time for someone else to take their turn. A gentle tap on the back or a subtle gesture will suffice. It's a way of maintaining order without causing any tension. Each woman should feel cherished, but the focus must remain singular, at least in the beginning. It reinforces that we are all working together for the same goal—Brian's happiness and the harmony of the family."
Shangxiang nodded, her respect for Zhang Chunhua deepening. "So, even though we take turns, we still maintain the bond as a family."
"Exactly," Zhang Chunhua agreed. "Brian's stamina might allow for longer sessions, but we need to make sure the rhythm is balanced. It's about love, not competition. Each woman will have her time, and when the night stretches longer, you can ensure no one feels neglected. The key is to make sure we communicate without words, to keep the flow natural, and to show unity, even in intimacy."
Shangxiang grinned, her fiery spirit showing through. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
Zhang Chunhua chuckled softly. "Of course. Harmony doesn't happen by accident. It requires effort, especially in a family like ours. But I'm confident you can manage it."
Shangxiang's expression grew more serious. "And what if new women want to join? How do we keep the balance then?"
At this, Zhang Chunhua's expression turned thoughtful. "That's something we must always be prepared for. I've already noticed a few things."
"Like what?" Shangxiang asked, her curiosity piqued.
Zhang Chunhua leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "Cai Wenji's music has changed recently. It's more passionate, more... lovestruck. I've seen the way she looks at Brian during our gatherings. She's trying to catch his attention."
Shangxiang frowned slightly. "Do you think she wants to become a concubine?"
"It's possible," Zhang Chunhua replied, her tone cautious. "But we can't let her join unless she understands what it means. She has to be willing to work for the harmony of the family, just like the rest of us."
Shangxiang nodded. "Agreed. I'll keep an eye on her, but if she can't accept the way things are, she won't be able to join."
Zhang Chunhua's gaze shifted slightly, her expression becoming more contemplative. "There's also Wang Yi. I've noticed her watching Brian more closely than usual. She's subtle, but I think she's growing fond of him. If she's serious, we may have another potential concubine on our hands."
Shangxiang sighed, leaning back in her chair. "It never ends, does it? More women, more challenges."
Zhang Chunhua smiled gently, her hand resting on Shangxiang's. "That's why we need to stay united. You and I—our bond must be strong, like sisters. Together, we'll keep the harmony intact, no matter how many women join the family."
Sun Shangxiang smiled, feeling a deep sense of trust and camaraderie with Zhang Chunhua. "You're right. We'll make sure everything runs smoothly. Brian shouldn't have to worry about any of this."
Zhang Chunhua nodded, a sense of calm washing over her. "Exactly. We'll manage it together, like sisters. And Brian will be none the wiser."
Flashback - One year, two months, and one week after the Emperor's arrival.
The evening was nothing short of magical, the festive atmosphere of Jin Cheng glowing under the lanterns. The streets were alive with people, food stalls offered mouth-watering delicacies, and the scent of spices filled the air. It was an evening that brought everyone together, including Brian and his beloved wife, Sun Shangxiang, who walked through the city, arm-in-arm, enjoying the fruits of their labor.
As they entered the lively restaurant, Brian and Shangxiang greeted their officers, sharing warm exchanges with many familiar faces. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of cups as people enjoyed the rare moment of peace amidst the chaos of the world.
However, beneath Shangxiang's cheerful exterior, something else simmered. As she observed the musicians playing, her keen eyes settled on Cai Wenji, who sat serenely with her harp. The music was beautiful, but there was something different about it tonight—something emotional and longing, as if the notes themselves were whispering of untold desires.
Shangxiang didn't need words to confirm what her instincts had already told her. She exchanged a brief glance with Zhang Chunhua, who sat nearby. Chunhua's knowing eyes reflected the same understanding—Cai Wenji's music carried the truth of the rumors they'd both heard. Wenji's heart was no longer just in her music; it was clear her affections had turned toward Brian.
Lianshi, too, seemed to sense the shift, her sharp intuition picking up on the way Wenji's eyes followed Brian's every move. While Lianshi remained her graceful, calm self, her attention never wavered from Cai Wenji.
Later in the evening, after the restaurant filled with dance and laughter, Shangxiang found herself alone with Cai Wenji. The restaurant had begun to settle down, the vibrant atmosphere giving way to a more intimate, quiet setting. As the others mingled, Shangxiang seized the moment.
Approaching Cai Wenji, who had finished her final performance, Shangxiang stood by her side, her presence both warm and commanding. "Your music was lovely tonight, Wenji," she began, her tone light, but with a depth that indicated she wasn't just speaking of the performance.
Cai Wenji looked up, her eyes soft and her fingers still resting gently on the strings of her harp. "Thank you, Lady Shangxiang. It is always an honor to play."
For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by the distant hum of the celebration. Shangxiang's eyes never left Cai Wenji's face, and after a beat, she spoke again, her voice quieter, more pointed. "You've been playing differently lately."
Cai Wenji's fingers tensed on the strings, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She knew that Sun Shangxiang was not one for idle comments. Her heart raced as she realized the conversation was leading to something deeper.
"It's nothing, really…" Cai Wenji started, her voice trailing off. But Shangxiang gently cut her off with a knowing look, her sharp gaze softening into something more understanding.
"Wenji, it's clear to everyone who listens carefully. Your heart is in your music—and it's no longer just music, is it?" Shangxiang's voice was calm, but it carried the weight of truth. "I've seen the way you look at Brian."
Cai Wenji looked down, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and embarrassment. "I... I didn't mean for it to be so obvious," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I've tried to hide it, but… my feelings have grown beyond just admiration."
Shangxiang let the silence hang between them for a moment, weighing her next words carefully. She could see the sincerity in Cai Wenji's eyes, the genuine affection that had clearly blossomed.
"I'm not upset," Shangxiang said, her voice soft but firm. "But you should know, joining our family isn't a simple matter. It requires commitment—not just to Brian, but to the harmony of our household. If you're serious about this, we'll need to make sure you're ready for what that means."
Cai Wenji nodded slowly, her expression filled with both hope and determination. "I understand, Lady Shangxiang. I've thought about this for a long time. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be a part of your family."
Shangxiang's sharp gaze softened, and she gave a small, approving smile. "Then we will speak with Brian when the time is right. But remember, this isn't just about love or passion. It's about maintaining the balance in the family and ensuring that everyone's needs are met."
Cai Wenji's face lit up with gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Shangxiang. I won't let you down."
With that, the tension between them eased, and Shangxiang gave her a final nod before rejoining the festivities, knowing that the matter was settled for now. Cai Wenji's quiet resolve had been clear, and Shangxiang was confident she would make a fine addition to their family, once Brian accepted her.
As the night wore on, the festivities continued, but the wheels had already been set in motion. Cai Wenji's place in the family was no longer just a dream—it was slowly becoming a reality.
Flashback - Chang Ban, after the victory of Baidi Castle.
The Changban camp was quiet, the night heavy with the weight of recent battles. The crackling of campfires was the only sound that filled the air as the officers and soldiers settled after a hard-fought victory. Brian, weary from the campaign, had been led away by Lianshi to rest, a task that Sun Shangxiang had arranged purposefully. Tonight, another matter needed her full attention—Wang Yi.
Wang Yi stood near the edge of the camp, her armor gleaming faintly in the firelight. Her posture was as composed as ever, but there was something different in her eyes tonight. The fierce determination that normally fueled her every move had been replaced with something more fragile—a vulnerability she rarely showed. Sun Shangxiang approached her, her presence commanding yet calm.
"Wang Yi," Shangxiang called softly, her voice carrying the authority of her position as Brian's wife, but also the warmth of a woman who understood what it meant to carry emotional burdens. "We need to talk."
Wang Yi turned to face her, bowing respectfully. "Lady Shangxiang," she greeted, her voice steady but with an edge of uncertainty. She knew why she had been called, and though she was prepared for the conversation, it was still daunting.
Sun Shangxiang's gaze was firm but welcoming. She motioned for Wang Yi to follow her to a more private area of the camp, away from the others but still close enough to the fire to feel its warmth. As they reached the secluded spot, Shangxiang turned to face her fully.
"I'll be straightforward with you, Wang Yi," Shangxiang began, her tone both firm and compassionate. "You've proven your loyalty to Brian on the battlefield time and time again. But being part of his family is different. It's not just about loyalty or strength—it's about understanding his heart."
Wang Yi lowered her eyes briefly, her brow furrowing as she considered the words. "I know," she replied, her voice quieter than usual. "I've seen how much he cares for his people, for his officers. I… I want to support him. I want to be part of his life."
Shangxiang's gaze softened slightly. "Brian is strong, yes, but he carries a great burden. He cares so deeply for his people that sometimes he forgets to care for himself. We, as his family, are here to support him, to remind him that he doesn't have to shoulder everything alone. Can you do that, Wang Yi? Can you be there for him, not just as a warrior but as someone who understands his heart?"
Wang Yi looked up, meeting Shangxiang's eyes with renewed determination. "I will. I've never met someone like Brian before. He... he gave me a reason to let go of my vengeance, to fight for something greater. I want to be there for him, to share his burdens."
Sun Shangxiang nodded approvingly, but her expression remained serious. "Good. But you need to understand something else, Wang Yi. Being part of this family means more than just loving Brian. You have to maintain harmony with the rest of us. There are no fights, no jealousy, no tension. We're all here for one purpose—to make sure Brian stays strong and that we support each other."
Wang Yi nodded, her resolve clear. "I won't be a source of conflict, Lady Shangxiang. I understand what's at stake. I'm ready to join this family and contribute to its harmony."
Shangxiang studied her for a moment, then gave a slight smile. "I believe you." Her tone lightened, and she placed a hand gently on Wang Yi's arm. "Brian needs us, more than he'll ever admit. He might seem invincible, but deep down, he's still human. That's why it's up to us to make sure he's taken care of, even when he doesn't realize it."
Wang Yi exhaled slowly, feeling a weight lift from her chest. "Thank you, Lady Shangxiang. I'm honored to stand by his side—and yours."
With a nod, Sun Shangxiang gave her one final piece of advice. "Trust in the bonds we're building. This family works because we all understand our roles and respect each other. Brian will always give his heart to all of us, but we have to give ours in return."
Wang Yi bowed deeply, her respect for Sun Shangxiang growing. "I won't let you down."
Sun Shangxiang offered a warm, encouraging smile. "Good. Now come with me." She turned, leading Wang Yi through the camp, the cool night air filled with the distant crackle of campfires and the low murmur of soldiers settling in for the night. The moon cast a soft glow over Chang Ban, the peaceful atmosphere almost at odds with the nervous tension building inside Wang Yi.
As they approached Brian's tent, Wang Yi's steps slowed, her heartbeat thudding in her chest. She was about to enter a new chapter in her life, one that filled her with both excitement and fear. Her hands clenched slightly at her sides as they neared the entrance.
"You'll be fine," Sun Shangxiang said gently, sensing Wang Yi's hesitation. "We're all in this together. Brian cares deeply for all of us, and now you're part of that."
Wang Yi nodded, trying to steady her breath as they stepped into the tent. Inside, the soft glow of candlelight illuminated the familiar faces of Brian's other concubines—Zhang Chunhua, Yue Ying, Xingcai, and Cai Wenji. They were seated, waiting patiently, their eyes warm and welcoming. Cai Wenji's fingers lightly brushed the strings of her harp, playing a calming melody that filled the space with tranquility. The soft notes seemed to wrap around Wang Yi, soothing her nerves, though her heart still raced.
Zhang Chunhua offered a knowing smile, her gaze steady as she spoke, "We've all been in your position, Wang Yi. We understand how you feel." Her voice was gentle but firm, as if reassuring her that the moment wasn't as daunting as it seemed.
Yue Ying nodded in agreement. "Brian sees what's in your heart. You're here because you belong here, with us."
Xingcai's steady presence added another layer of reassurance, her calm demeanor signaling that they were all part of the same family, a unit built on trust and mutual support. "We're all here to support each other."
Despite their comforting words, Wang Yi's heart raced. She could hear the distant sounds of the camp settling down for the night outside, but inside, all that existed was the quiet flicker of the candles and the soft strains of Cai Wenji's harp. The tension in her body grew as the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.
Brian was near.
Wang Yi's entire body stiffened, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. She fought the overwhelming urge to flee, to escape the pressure mounting inside her chest. But Sun Shangxiang, noticing her struggle, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Remember, Wang Yi, he's not expecting perfection," Shangxiang whispered. "Just be yourself."
Cai Wenji's harp continued its calming melody, her music softening the tense atmosphere. The other women nodded in support, understanding the gravity of this moment for Wang Yi.
And then, the tent flap rustled, and Brian stepped inside.
The tension in Wang Yi's body held for just a moment longer, before finally releasing as she faced the man she had come to admire—not as a warrior, but as someone she wished to stand beside in love and loyalty.
Now, she waited for what came next.
The gentle afternoon sun bathed the deck of the ship in a warm glow, the wind at their backs, helping to propel them down the river. Sorceresses stood at their positions, hands raised toward the stern where the magic conductor hummed faintly, channeling energy into the sails. The ship moved with an unnatural grace, gliding faster than it should have under normal conditions, the river stretching endlessly toward the east.
Brian sat near the front of the ship, playing cards with a few of his soldiers. Lianshi leaned casually against the railing, watching the game unfold with a playful smile, while Sun Shangxiang sat beside Brian, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the moment of leisure.
"Your move, Lord Brian," one of the soldiers said with a grin, spreading his cards with exaggerated confidence.
Brian chuckled, glancing at his hand before placing a card on the makeshift table. "Careful now, you're too eager to win. That's when mistakes happen."
The soldiers laughed, their spirits high in this brief moment of calm. The tension of the recent battles seemed far away as the river's soothing sound and the gentle sway of the boat gave everyone a rare sense of peace.
Still, there was a hum of curiosity among the men, and one finally spoke up. "My lord, this magic... do you think it's from the gods or something else? I mean, these sorceresses, it's like they control the wind itself."
Another soldier nodded, eyes wide as he glanced at the magic conductor. "It's like the heavens are guiding us. Do you think the gods are real, my lord?"
Brian looked up from his cards, a wry smile on his face. "The gods, huh? Well, how else could I have gained such a beautiful wife and concubines?" he joked, casting a playful glance at Sun Shangxiang, who rolled her eyes with a smirk.
The men laughed, but Brian's expression grew more thoughtful as he leaned back, his eyes drifting toward the shimmering river. "In all seriousness," he began, his voice lowering slightly, "I do believe in a higher power. But whether or not you can prove a god exists… that's not the point. What matters is what we see, what we feel—everything around us."
The soldiers quieted, listening closely as Brian continued. "The heavens, the earth, the wind, and the fire—they're all mysteries, crafted by something greater than us. It's not for us to prove if the gods exist, but to understand the things they've made. How do we breathe? How does fire burn? What makes water turn to ice, or steam rise into the air?"
Lianshi, still leaning by the rail, nodded slightly. "It's the mysteries of life that we're meant to discover."
Brian smiled at her, then turned back to his men. "Our task isn't to blindly worship the unknown but to explore it. The magic you see here—it's not just something divine. It's a force of nature, one that we've only just begun to understand. These sorceresses, they're guiding the wind, harnessing the energy that's already there. But they didn't create it. It's part of this world, just like everything else."
One of the soldiers, his brow furrowed in thought, spoke hesitantly. "So... you're saying it's our job to figure out how everything works?"
"Exactly," Brian said, his tone encouraging. "It's our responsibility to learn, to push the boundaries of what we know. Whether it's magic, science, or something in between, the only way forward is to keep asking questions."
Another soldier leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Do you think we'll ever figure it all out, my lord?"
Brian chuckled softly. "Maybe not in our lifetime. But every step forward brings us closer. And that's enough for me."
The men nodded, their expressions a mix of awe and contemplation. The conversation lulled, and Brian glanced at his cards again, the moment of introspection giving way to the light-hearted game.
As the ship sailed onward, powered by both the river's current and the mysterious force of magic, the air was filled with the quiet hum of discovery, curiosity, and the bonds between the soldiers and their leader.
