A Game of Ambition

by Beyor

Join OC Brian in his adventure as he enters the world of Dynasty Warriors Ambition mode. Can this random student unite the land of ancient China and find his way home, or is this new world going to be the end of him? Rated M.

25. Chapter 25

Disclaimer: I do not own Dynasty Warriors. Dynasty Warriors is owned by Koei Inc.

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The sun rose gently over Jin Cheng, casting a warm glow across the city's stone walls. Brian, an early riser as always, walked along the main road, taking in the quiet beauty of the city he had helped build from the ground up. The tall stone walls stood as silent sentinels, a testament to the city's strength and resilience. The carefully laid pathways stretched out before him, immaculate and well-kept, providing wide, comfortable avenues for the people who would soon fill them with their daily routines.

A pair of guards nodded to him, offering respectful morning greetings, their faces calm but alert. Brian returned their nods with a small smile, appreciating the discipline they upheld. It hadn't been an easy journey instilling that discipline. From the beginning, he'd known he wanted Jin Cheng's guards to be more than enforcers—they were protectors, calm and steadfast in their duty to safeguard the people within these walls. Drawing from experiences back in his old life, he had aimed to avoid some of the issues he had seen with policing forces, ensuring that each guard understood their role extended beyond mere duty. They were the embodiment of security, and their training reflected that, emphasizing both skill and integrity.

Brian's early morning destination was the government building. The projects Gong Jo had undertaken, along with the ambitious sewage system Brian envisioned, demanded a capable overseer—someone who could monitor the various factions and ensure everything stayed on schedule.

That, and another pressing matter, brought his thoughts to one person: Cao Pi. Cao Cao's son had long set his sights on building a legacy, despite not having conquered the land under his own banner. His ambition was undeniable, but within Brian's ranks, making a name for himself was no easy task. Warriors like Lu Bu, Pang De, and Zhang Fei overshadowed his prowess on the battlefield, while strategists like Sima Yi, Zhuge Liang, and Lu Meng surpassed him in cunning. Cao Pi was a jack of all trades, and a master of none, struggling to find his unique place among the towering figures around him.

Then there was the other issue: Zhen Ji. Brian had come to expect that, sooner or later, his female officers would grow fond of him. He had tried keeping his distance this time, but it seemed futile. Curse this Casanova system, he thought, with a blend of amusement and frustration.

Zhen Ji—graceful, poised, and beautiful, like a delicate blossom—had a presence that commanded attention. In historical accounts, she had met a tragic fate at the hands of her husband, but here, Brian had witnessed the deep affection Cao Pi held for her. He still remembered the day He had approached Cao Pi after the battle, pleading for her safety after their defeat—a testament to his devotion.

Brian had no doubt that Cao Pi had also noticed Zhen Ji's recent behavior. He was wise, rarely caught off guard, and while Brian trusted his discernment, he knew that this conversation would need to be handled with care. It was time to address both the ambitious projects and the complex matter of loyalty and trust—a delicate balance that would require all of Brian's tact.

As Brian arrived at the government building, he navigated the familiar corridors, his steps echoing softly off the polished stone floors. He soon reached Cao Pi's office and paused, taking in the subtle details of the door before pushing it open. Inside, the room reflected its occupant perfectly: meticulously organized, with scrolls and books arranged with military precision on the shelves. A single calligraphy piece adorned the wall, reading "Legacy" in bold, elegant strokes.

At the center of the room, Cao Pi sat behind an immaculate desk, every item in its rightful place. He looked up from his work as Brian entered, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. His gaze was sharp, confident, with an edge of pride. But there was a hint of warmth in his expression—a subtle acknowledgment that, perhaps, Brian was not just a superior but also a friend.

"Starting early, as usual," Cao Pi remarked, his smile widening slightly. "I trust you didn't expect me to be anything less."

Brian mirrored his smile. "If anything, I'd expect you to be the one arriving first. Your office shows just how much you value order."

Cao Pi glanced around, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "I've found that a clear space fosters a clear mind. Clutter is a hindrance, something I prefer to avoid." He folded his hands on the desk, studying Brian intently. "But I assume you didn't come here just to admire my taste in organization."

"You're right," Brian said, a touch of amusement in his tone. He stepped forward, setting a city map on the desk. "I've got several projects underway—parks, ritual sites, and a system of water channels that, if executed well, could change the way cities operate. For this, I need someone who not only understands the details but also sees the larger vision."

Cao Pi's interest piqued, his gaze sharpening. "Go on."

Brian leaned in, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Can you imagine it? A network of tunnels beneath the city—a complete sewage system, running water on demand, and toilets as advanced as one could imagine. Magic, technology, and craftsmanship all coming together in this one project to enlighten us with an unheard-of vision." He let the words sink in for a moment before adding, "I just need a leader who can oversee it—a figure who can guide this project to success."

Cao Pi's expression shifted from intrigue to determination, his gaze fixed firmly on Brian. "You're suggesting that I be that leader. This would be my chance to create something that lasts, something far greater than any battlefield glory could ever give."

"Exactly," Brian replied. "This isn't just about the city's infrastructure. It's a legacy—something that will outlive us all and change how people live for generations. A role like this would define you as more than a warrior; it would position you as a visionary, someone whose contributions will endure."

Cao Pi nodded slowly, absorbing the weight of Brian's words. His usual guarded expression softened, a flicker of genuine excitement crossing his face. "It's… ambitious, to say the least. But I'm not one to shy away from ambition. I accept this responsibility. I will ensure it is done properly."

Brian smiled, relieved to see the spark of interest and purpose in Cao Pi's eyes. "I knew you'd see the potential. Together, we'll build something this city—and its people—have never seen before."

Cao Pi's confidence grew, but as the conversation settled, he gave Brian a lingering, inquisitive gaze, as if sensing there was something else left unsaid. "You've been forthright about your plans, but I get the feeling there's more on your mind."

Brian nodded, appreciating Cao Pi's perceptiveness. "Yes, there is. It's a more personal matter, one I wanted to discuss directly with you. It concerns Zhen Ji. I've noticed recently that she's… shown an interest in me, beyond what I expected. Out of respect, I thought it best to bring this to you first, to avoid any misunderstandings."

Cao Pi's expression remained steady, but a flicker of understanding crossed his eyes. A small smile played on his lips, accompanied by a hint of amusement. "Zhen has always been drawn to strength and ambition. I would expect nothing less of her. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed, but I trust you, Brian. The fact that you came to me confirms it."

Brian inclined his head, grateful for Cao Pi's understanding. "I didn't want any shadow between us. Our alliance is too important to risk over something like this."

Cao Pi gave a slight nod, his tone sincere. "Consider it settled. And know that I value this honesty between us. Together, we'll accomplish more than either of us could alone."

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The private room in the teahouse was steeped in cozy warmth, the rich aroma of roasted duck mingling with the sharp, fragrant scent of Xianbei wine. Brian and Lu Bu sat across from one another, the low table between them covered with steaming plates of food. It was the kind of spread that would make any warrior's heart sing: perfectly roasted duck, its skin crispy and glistening, tender meat underneath; fragrant rice, and a selection of fresh vegetables and seasoned broths.

But Lu Bu's usual appetite seemed dampened. His face was set in a faint scowl as he picked at the food in front of him, absently tearing pieces of duck from the bone with more aggression than enjoyment. He hadn't said much since they'd started their meal, only grunting in acknowledgment when Brian spoke.

Brian poured another cup of Xianbei wine for them both, catching Lu Bu's eye with a knowing look. "I've never seen you turn down food like this before. Is something on your mind?"

Lu Bu let out a low huff, gripping the cup tightly. "I'm not blind, Brian. I see the way Diao Chan and Lingqi have been acting around you lately. They seem… drawn to you. It irritates me." He took a sip of wine, his brow furrowing deeper.

Brian nodded, setting down his cup. "I had a feeling that might be bothering you. I didn't want to bring it up, but you know me—I'd rather not let these things fester. I respect you too much to leave it unsaid." He met Lu Bu's gaze directly, his voice calm. "Yes, I've noticed their behavior, too. I won't deny they've been showing signs of affection. But, believe me, I haven't acted on it."

Lu Bu's eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he processed Brian's words. There was a dangerous edge in his expression, but beneath it, Brian could sense a deeper feeling—one that spoke of Lu Bu's need for honesty, not confrontation. He wasn't just angry; he was looking for the truth.

Brian continued, "Diao Chan and Lingqi are important to you, and I'd never do anything to undermine that. I'm well aware of how they feel, but my respect for you outweighs everything. I'd rather have this awkward conversation and clear the air than let a misunderstanding get between us."

A flicker of surprise crossed Lu Bu's face, and he leaned back slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "You're saying this to my face, huh? I respect that. Most wouldn't dare." He picked up another piece of duck, chewing thoughtfully. "I can handle the truth. I'd rather know than be left guessing."

Brian poured himself another small cup of wine, raising it in a casual toast. "I'm glad you feel that way. You're one of my closest allies, and I want to keep it that way. Besides, it's not in my nature to sneak around or lie. You've earned my trust, and I've earned yours. I don't plan on jeopardizing that."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Lu Bu's mouth. "You know, you might be the only person who's ever spoken to me like this and lived to tell the tale." He took another bite of duck, his appetite seemingly returning. "I don't like the idea of them… looking elsewhere, but I can't deny that you've given them a reason to. And if it's anyone… well, I suppose it might as well be someone who can stand their ground."

Brian laughed softly, taking a sip from his cup. "Fair enough. I'm not saying it isn't tempting, but I want to respect your bond with them. That matters more to me than anything else. And for what it's worth, I'm here as your friend, not your rival."

Lu Bu seemed to relax fully at that, a glint of respect returning to his eyes. "Then I'll say this: if Diao Chan or Lingqi seek out your company, it'll be because I trust you. If they make that choice, I won't stand in the way, but I'll expect that same honesty. We're warriors, not thieves in the night."

"Agreed," Brian replied, raising his cup once more. "To alliances that run deep, and to the kind of respect that can handle even the toughest conversations."

They shared a moment of silent camaraderie, savoring the taste of roasted duck and the sharp bite of Xianbei wine. But as the initial tension eased, Brian leaned forward, his expression turning more serious.

"There's something else I wanted to discuss with you, Lu Bu," Brian began, setting down his cup. "What we're building here—the city, the systems, the way of life—it's attracting attention. Not just from the people here, but from neighboring lands. With every step forward, we're painting a target on our backs. Sooner or later, other nations will see what we've accomplished and covet it. And when that day comes, they'll bring their armies to our doorstep."

Lu Bu's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued as he listened, his grip tightening on his cup. "You're saying we'll need to defend this place from those who would see it torn apart?"

"Exactly," Brian replied, his tone growing more serious. "We're building more than just walls and homes. We're creating something that will change the way people live. To protect this, I need a general who can push our forces to their absolute limit—a leader who can inspire fear in anyone foolish enough to attack us. You've trained for years, honing your strength. I've seen what you can do. I want you to lead and train our army, to set the standard of what it means to be the strongest."

A fierce, almost feral grin broke across Lu Bu's face, the fire of ambition lighting up his eyes. "So you want me to whip your men into shape? To train them to be worthy of standing beside me in battle? You're asking for more than just soldiers; you want an unstoppable force."

Brian nodded, meeting his gaze. "Yes. With your skill, we won't just have an army—we'll have a legacy of warriors ready to protect what we're building here. You'll be forging more than an army; you'll be creating the future."

Lu Bu leaned back, a glint of admiration in his expression as he studied Brian. "You speak with the confidence of a man who believes he's the strongest in the land. It takes a certain kind of strength to say what you've just said with such honesty."

Brian chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, I don't consider myself the strongest. I may have been able to defeat you in duels, but my strength—it's not a natural gift. It's a curse, something unnatural. You, on the other hand, earned your power. In my eyes, that makes you the strongest."

Lu Bu's gaze held steady, and he leaned forward, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Then let's make this clear. You may have a curse, but it's you who wields it. Until the day I surpass you, I'll consider you the strongest, because you push me to be the best version of myself."

Brian returned Lu Bu's gaze, a quiet understanding passing between them. "Then we'll both keep pushing. I'll lead, and I'll help forge this country into something invincible. And I'll rely on you to make sure our armies are ready to face whatever comes our way."

Lu Bu nodded, a spark of anticipation in his eyes. "Good. I'll lead these soldiers and make sure they're worthy of standing beside us. And I'll be the one who protects this land when the time comes. But one day, Brian, I'm going to defeat you. When that day comes, I'll be the one who holds this title."

Brian smirked, raising his cup in a toast. "Then here's to that day, Lu Bu. And until then, let's build something worth fighting for."

They clinked their cups together, a mutual respect binding them. They were more than allies now. With their shared goals and the understanding of each other's strength, they knew that, together, they would stand against anything that dared threaten the land they were building.

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The evening chill seeped into the air, a reminder that winter was drawing close. Brian and his women were nestled in the shared warmth of their living room, surrounded by soft blankets, a roaring fireplace, and the gentle heat from the kotatsu. He smiled, his hand resting on Lianshi's belly, feeling the quiet warmth that seemed to emanate from her. She shifted a little, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"You're tickling me," she murmured, nudging him playfully. "So careful, aren't you? But it's sweet."

Beside them, Shangxiang stretched her legs under the kotatsu, the warmth visibly relaxing her. "Sweet, maybe, but I think he's treating us like we're made of porcelain," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Honestly, though, I'd kill for some fresh fish or a juicy cut of red meat right now. This pregnancy diet is torture—and this cold isn't helping."

Xingcai nodded in agreement, letting out a sigh. "I miss red meat too. And a sip of wine now and then wouldn't hurt," she added, rubbing her belly absently before looking at Brian with a warm smile. "But I suppose it's worth the sacrifice."

Brian chuckled, appreciating their willingness. "I know it's tough, and I appreciate the sacrifices you're making," he replied, his tone sincere. "Once this is all over, I'll make sure you're all treated to the finest meals around."

Across the room, Wang Yi and Cai Wenji shared a look, each with a hint of playful envy. Wang Yi raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her lips. "It must be nice—to be fussed over like that. I can't say I wouldn't enjoy a bit of the same attention."

Cai Wenji nodded, laughing softly. "Yes, it almost makes me wish I were in the same position. Almost."

Brian extended a hand toward them, his smile warm. "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about either of you. There's plenty of attention to go around," he assured them. "Just let me know when you need it."

As he looked around the cozy room, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. The warmth from the fireplace was comforting, but the looming cold of winter reminded him there was more he could do. With so many projects underway, perhaps a centralized heating system could be next. The idea of heated floors and more efficient ways to bring warmth to every room intrigued him. Maybe it was time to start drafting plans for a city-wide heating system, something that would bring warmth to every household, not just his own.

As Brian's mind lingered on the possibilities of a city-wide heating system, a knock at the door drew him back to the present.

A servant entered quietly, bowing with respect. "My lord, Lord Sun Ce and Lady Da Qiao are here to see you. Shall I bring them in?"

Brian nodded, glancing around at his companions, who all shared a look of intrigue. "Yes, please welcome them in—and set out some tea. Make sure it's warm," he added with a slight smile. The thought of Sun Ce, his bold and energetic brother-in-law, always brought a certain warmth to any gathering. He rose to his feet, adjusting a blanket around Xingcai and exchanging a small smile with Lianshi before making his way to the entrance.

As Brian welcomed Sun Ce and Da Qiao into the warmly lit room, he noticed a slight shyness in Da Qiao's posture, though her eyes held a gentle curiosity. After exchanging some pleasantries and ensuring they were comfortable, he directed his attention to Sun Ce, who was already leaning forward, eager to talk.

"Brother, you know Da Qiao well," Sun Ce began, placing a hand on her shoulder. "She's been a great source of strength for me, but as things have quieted down, she's been wanting to do more, to find a role where she can make a real difference."

Brian nodded, glancing over at Da Qiao with a warm, reassuring smile. "Da Qiao, we're all looking to find the best way to support our people. I think you could play an essential role here too. Let's talk about your interests. What do you enjoy? What makes you feel fulfilled?"

Da Qiao shifted slightly, thoughtful. "I've always taken care of Xiao Qiao," she began, her voice soft but steady. "As her older sister, I tried to protect and guide her. And now with Sun Ce, I often feel that same sense of responsibility and support." Her cheeks flushed a little, and she added, "I've always found fulfillment in helping others find comfort, whether it's making them feel safe or giving them encouragement."

Shangxiang chuckled, leaning over with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I believe it! Taking care of Sun Ce is practically like raising a child." She shot her brother a playful look, earning a mock-offended huff from him.

"Hey, I'm not that much trouble," Sun Ce retorted, crossing his arms with a smirk. "I think I turned out just fine, thanks to Da Qiao."

Brian and the others laughed, the warmth in the room growing even more. The joke broke the tension, making everyone feel more at ease as Brian leaned forward, his tone becoming thoughtful. "It sounds like you have a natural gift for caretaking, which is no small thing. Have you considered working with others in that way? Maybe a place where you can provide that same comfort and support to more people?"

Da Qiao looked intrigued. "Do you mean something like a home where people could come when they need help?"

''Perhaps,'' Brian wondered, thinking. ''But I was more thinking of a place where you can leave children for a day so that parents can work, or for children who are abandoned or have no family to spend time with. We could call it a day-care.''

Da Qiao's eyes lit up, a smile breaking across her face as she seemed to warm to the idea. "A place like that could make such a difference. Parents would have peace of mind, knowing their children are safe and cared for, and the children would have a place to belong, even if just for a while. That's a beautiful thought, Brian."

Brian nodded, encouraged by her reaction. "Exactly. It would be a place of security and warmth, where children can learn and grow together. You'd be helping not just the children, but their families too. And with your natural kindness, you could guide others to help you—others who share your talent for nurturing."

Da Qiao glanced over at Sun Ce, who gave her a supportive nod. "You'd be amazing at that, Da Qiao. You've always been the steady one, keeping things together."

Shangxiang leaned in, resting a hand on Da Qiao's shoulder. "And you'll never be alone in this. You've got all of us behind you. We can help you get started, find people who share your vision. Besides, I think you're a natural for it. You've kept Sun Ce in line all this time," she added with a teasing wink, drawing a round of laughter from everyone.

Brian smiled, sensing the moment was right. "So, what do you say, Da Qiao? Are you ready to help us build this place?"

She looked at each of them, her expression one of determination mixed with gratitude. "Yes," she replied, her voice steady. "I'd be honored to help create a home where children and families can find comfort and support. Thank you for believing in me."

Sun Ce beamed, clearly proud. "Then it's settled! Da Qiao will help shape a new part of Jin Cheng—a place where our people can feel the same warmth and care she brings to our home."

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Flashback- One month before the last campaign.

The warm glow of lanterns bathed Jin Cheng's government building as the war council wrapped up its final day. With the hum of the festival filling the air outside, Brian took a moment to savor the atmosphere. It was a moment of peace before the storm, and he was eager to see his officers relax and enjoy the evening.

As he prepared to join the festivities, a small group of his senior officers approached him: Bo Zhang, Yan Zhang, Zhang Man Chang, Zhang Jun, and a few others who had been with him since the early days of his rise. They each wore expressions of quiet determination, tempered by a hint of hesitation.

The former bandit leader, Bo Zhang, stepped forward, giving a respectful bow. "Lord Brian, might we have a word in private?"

Brian noted the formality in Bo Zhang's request. Although Bo Zhang had acknowledged his authority early on, they'd always had a more relaxed rapport. The sight of his senior officer addressing him with such gravity sparked a mix of curiosity and concern. "Of course," Brian replied, gesturing for them to follow him into a quieter chamber within the building. As they gathered around, he noticed the slight tension in their postures, thick air with unspoken questions.

Bo Zhang's son, Yan Zhang, cleared his throat, meeting Brian's gaze with a rare intensity. "We've talked this over with a few of the other officers, my lord. There's something that's been weighing on us. We've been with you a long time, through countless battles. But now, with warriors like Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, and Cao Pi taking the lead, we can't help but question...where do we fit in? What role do you see for us in this campaign?"

Zhang Man Chang nodded, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It's not that we doubt our place here, but we want to contribute in a way that really matters. We don't just want to be bodies on the battlefield, holding the line. We've been here since the beginning, and we want to understand our purpose in all of this."

Brian listened carefully, nodding as he took in their words. He smiled, a spark of reassurance in his eyes as he replied, "Your purpose is greater than you might realize. You will be the ones I rely on to ensure that when this campaign is over, we're not just left with empty land—but with the foundation of something lasting."

The officers exchanged confused glances, and Zhang Jun muttered, "Sorry? I'm not sure I follow, my lord."

Brian chuckled, finding a certain joy in their surprise. "Let me explain. You're right; in the front lines, your roles may not seem as prominent as those of the officers you mentioned. But while they're out fighting battles, I need trusted leaders who will stay behind to evaluate our conquests. I want each of you to oversee the towns, cities, and regions we secure and gather vital information. I need you to observe the lands we take—what crops they grow, what resources they possess, what industries they could support. What potential lies hidden in each place? That's where you come in."

He continued, "I'm not sending you to these places just to hold the ground. I want you to venture out—talk to the locals, listen to their stories, and learn what thrives on their soil. Walk the land with your soldiers, and discover what grows wild, what the land naturally offers, and what could be cultivated with a little effort. Your task is to dig into every corner and understand the resources that can be drawn from it. When I return, I want to know the potential of each region—no matter how small. These are the seeds we'll need after the war, the foundations for what we're building."

He looked at each of them, his voice firm. "Take this as seriously as any battle. Small opportunities are often hidden in the lands themselves. Your job is to find them and to map out what each place can offer so that we have a clear path forward once the fighting is done. Don't let anything go unnoticed. And make sure your men understand this—there's more to securing our future than swinging a sword. We'll need all the information you gather to make these lands prosper when the dust settles."

Bo Zhang glanced at the others, a new light of purpose in his eyes. He nodded, a hint of a grin breaking his usual stoic expression. "Understood, Lord Brian. We'll go out there and learn the land inside and out. I never thought of it like that before, but it makes sense. If we know what each town can offer, we're setting up our future just as much as we're winning battles."

Yan Zhang crossed his arms, a spark of excitement in his voice. "Talking to the locals, finding what grows, what thrives naturally… It's like scouting a new kind of battlefield, one that doesn't just end with the war. I can get behind that. My men and I will cover every corner of the lands we take."

Zhang Man Chang gave a resolute nod. "You're asking us to look beyond the fighting, to think about what these lands will need to grow strong. I can see the value in that. And you can trust us, Lord Brian—we'll map out everything worth knowing."

Zhang Jun stepped forward, his posture firm. "We'll find the opportunities, big or small. And when you return, you'll have all you need to make sure these lands thrive. The men and I will get it done."

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Three weeks after Brian's return.

The morning air held a biting chill, and Brian felt it keenly even through his warm robes. His concubines and wife walked alongside him, each wrapped in the fine winter cloaks crafted by Liu Mei's skilled hands. Despite the cold, the city was alive. Merchants called out from their stalls, their voices rising above the soft hum of morning conversations. Artisans were busy setting up for the day, while children ran through the streets, their laughter brightening the crisp air.

They passed the newly constructed walking park, where clusters of families strolled under the bare branches, huddled close together against the wind. Brian's gaze shifted to the workers still busy with the final touches on the ritual sites. Gong Jo, as always, was there supervising the apprentices with the calm authority of a seasoned master builder. Noticing Brian, he gave a respectful nod, his breath visible in the cold air.

Brian returned the gesture, making a mental note to discuss the heating mechanisms he'd been pondering for the city. With winter fully settling in, warmth and comfort were becoming more essential by the day.

The streets grew busier as they approached the government building. Citizens paused in their morning routines, glancing with curiosity at the sight of Brian and his entourage, and a murmur of respect rippled through the crowd. Brian took it all in, feeling the weight of the moment as he saw familiar faces: farmers, merchants, soldiers—all people whose lives he was determined to improve.

As they reached the entrance, his officers began gathering outside, dressed in simple, practical clothing. They looked like ordinary men today, but each bore the quiet, unmistakable presence of a seasoned warrior or strategist. Zhang Fei greeted his daughter with a playful ruffle of her hair, while Guan Yu, noticing Brian, inclined his head thoughtfully. Brian had called them here for a council meeting, but with the war winding down, his purpose wasn't immediately clear. The curiosity was palpable, and he saw it mirrored in the expressions of his men.

"You think he's planning something, Brother?" Guan Yu muttered, glancing at Liu Bei.

Liu Bei chuckled, giving Guan Yu a knowing look. "Lord Brian rarely acts without purpose. I trust that whatever he has planned will prove worthwhile."

"I'm not so convinced," Sima Shi said with a slight frown, crossing his arms. "He has no immediate reason to gather us like this, especially not if we're planning to conquer any remaining land. This meeting is unusual."

Nearby, Zhang Chunhua exchanged warm greetings with her fellow concubines, a subtle smile gracing her face as she listened to Sima Yi, who observed, "Brian doesn't act without thought, Shi. We're here because he sees something we haven't considered yet."

Wang Yuanji, quietly observing the exchange, stood by with an intrigued expression. This was the first council meeting she'd been called to attend, and she wondered what her new lord had planned for them.

As the officers exchanged thoughts, Brian led his entourage through the heavy doors of the government building, where warmth greeted them like an old friend. Inside, the stone walls provided a sanctuary from the cold, the space large and designed to accommodate councils of this size. Moving down the main hall, they arrived at the council chamber where Delan was already setting out the materials for their meeting.

Brian stepped in, taking note of Delan's preparations. The table was organized with meticulous care, several stacks of bound reports neatly bookmarked for reference. It seemed that Delan had prepared detailed summaries of each officer's findings from the campaign. There was enough documentation to make it clear that this was no ordinary council.

"Everything in order, Delan?" Brian asked, his eyes moving over the rows of parchment and scrolls.

Delan looked up, his expression calm and focused. "Yes, my lord. I've compiled each officer's reports from the cities they assessed. The bookmarks will make it easy to review specific sections, and I've included summaries for quick reference." He motioned to his assistants, who were already taking their positions around the room, poised to document every part of the council.

Brian nodded, appreciating Delan's thoroughness. "Good. I want each officer to know their part in this, so make sure they have everything they need." He turned to the guard by the door. "Let them in."

As his officers filed into the room, greeting him with respectful nods or murmured greetings, Brian watched them settle into their places. The council room filled quickly with seventy strong, but it was spacious enough to accommodate everyone comfortably, a place where even the grandest of plans could be laid bare.

Brian noticed his wives settling off to the side, watching with quiet pride and attentiveness. Their presence lent an added warmth to the room, a reminder of the strong personal ties that bound these warriors together.

Fa Zheng leaned in close, his tone low and measured. "Are you sure you want to address them yourself, in front of this crowd? I'd be more than willing to help facilitate if you'd like."

Brian chuckled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I appreciate it, Fa Zheng, but I think I've got this. Someone once told me I had a way with words; might as well see if I can still live up to that."

Fa Zheng's lips curved into a grin. "Ah, yes. You sly devil. Just know, my offer stands if you change your mind."

Brian chuckled, appreciating Fa Zheng's readiness. "Noted, Fa Zheng. Let's make this a council they'll remember." He glanced at the growing crowd of officers and trusted companions, their curious expressions reflecting a mix of anticipation and readiness.

As his officers settled in, expecting a formal address, Brian instead casually picked up an apple from the table, took a seat on the edge of his desk, and grinned at them, catching them off-guard. "You know," he began, "someone once asked me by a campfire what my favorite dish was. I answered with a dish many of you had never heard of—sushi. Now, it's something you can buy here in Jin Cheng, crafted by those who dared to try something new."

He paused, looking over the curious faces before him. "But there was another question recently—one that got me thinking. Someone asked me how we could reach for an ambition as vast as the night sky. Today, I want to share my vision for taking that first step towards something greater."

He let the apple rest on his knee, his voice resonating with purpose. "A week ago, I entrusted Meng Huo and Zhurong with a unique task: to plant a rare seed in the southern lands. If it grows, it will bring something entirely new to China—a delicacy that could change the way we experience taste, a luxury that could bring prosperity to us all."

Brian's gaze swept across the room, ensuring he had everyone's attention before continuing. "But as powerful as that opportunity may be, we can't rely on it alone. There's so much more that each of you can contribute—more than simply fighting battles or holding ground. Our lands hold untapped resources, hidden strengths we've yet to discover. And that's why I've gathered you here today."

Brian took a stack of papers from the table, his fingers brushing over the neatly arranged documents. He addressed the room with a calm authority, his voice carrying over the attentive silence.

"These papers contain the findings of my officers—men I sent to explore and assess every corner of the cities we conquered during the campaign, as well as our own lands. They catalog not just what we have but what we could have, the hidden potential waiting in every field, river, and forest. I've gathered you here today to go over these discoveries. I want to know if you're aware of your lands' capabilities and if you recognize the opportunity we're standing on."

He let his words settle, observing the intrigued, sometimes uncertain faces of his officers. "We'll review each territory together. I want to hear your insights. And I want you to tell me, honestly, if you knew of these possibilities—or if these findings reveal something new to you."

The officers exchanged glances, a few of them shifting in their seats. He could see some were already eager, others more reserved. Brian continued, holding up the first document. "Let's start with one of the most familiar places: Xia Pi."

Brian held up the report, scanning the details before addressing the room. "Xia Pi, as most of you know, is a vast wetland. Rice, lotus roots, and water chestnuts are the primary crops, with the locals being specialists in these resources. However, there are a few unique findings. Towards the far end of the city, there's a local farmer who catches shrimp, while the lakes and rivers are abundant with carp, eel, and catfish. Ducks occasionally pass through, laying their eggs in the surrounding wetlands. Another farmer has started producing arrowheads and taro, though his farm is small compared to the larger rice producers. Legumes are part of the crop rotation, but the variety is limited."

Brian paused, letting his officers absorb the information, before continuing. "In the wild areas around Xia Pi, mulberry trees grow naturally. We've also found plants like water pepper and marshmallow, with gatherers reporting the presence of willow and bamboo. Some locals specialize in gathering edible mushrooms like mugwort and watercress, though caution is advised. Some of these fungi are poisonous, and overharvesting could damage the local ecosystem. Reed and papyrus also grow here, though no local has started utilizing them yet for production."

He glanced up from the report, letting his words sink in before continuing. "The potential here is significant, but it's still largely untapped. We can expand the rice paddies and diversify the legume crops during rotation to improve soil fertility. There's also an opportunity to develop aquaculture and integrate bamboo and willow production for everyday items and trade. I want us to explore these options further. We're not just feeding our people; we're building an economy that can thrive."

Brian's words settled over the room, but the reaction from Xia Pi's officers was immediate. Chen Gong's eyes widened, his normally composed face betraying his surprise. "Lord Brian," he began, his voice careful, "to think that Xia Pi had such potential beyond its defensive value… We've been sitting on resources that could shape the future of this region, and I hadn't even realized."

Wei Xu, always direct, grunted in agreement. "Never thought about shrimp farming or gathering wild herbs when we've been busy fortifying the place. Seems like we've been focused on just surviving."

There was a heavy silence before Lu Bu, who had been quietly listening, scoffed—a harsh, guttural sound that made the room still. He leaned back, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes flickering with something akin to realization, though his expression remained fierce. "Hmph... So there's more to Xia Pi than just mud and battlefields," he muttered, his voice low but carrying the weight of a storm. "Seems I've overlooked something."

He turned his sharp gaze on Brian, the tension in the room palpable. "But don't mistake this for weakness, Brian. Just because I didn't see it doesn't mean I won't use it now." His eyes glinted, the usual ferocity never far from the surface. "These lands might have more to offer, but make no mistake—I'll see to it that every last resource is taken advantage of. And if anyone wastes it... they'll answer to me."

The intensity in Lu Bu's voice sent a ripple through the room. Even as he admitted his oversight, he did so with the presence of a beast ready to unleash chaos on anything in his path. His acknowledgment was intimidating, a promise of unyielding strength behind every word.

Brian met Lu Bu's fierce gaze head-on, undeterred by the warlord's intimidating presence. "We'll build it together," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "Xia Pi's potential will be realized, just as with every other city and region my officers have assessed." He turned his eyes to the room, his tone carrying the weight of his vision. "Each of your lands holds untapped value, and now that the battles are behind us, it's time to ensure every city thrives. Together, we will rebuild—stronger than before."

A smile tugged at Brian's lips as he took in the amazed expressions across the room. "So," he asked, his voice carrying an undercurrent of satisfaction, "who's next?"

The room erupted into a chorus of voices, the energy palpable as officers and leaders eagerly vied for the chance to hear Brian's insights on their cities. The once-steady council room had become a lively exchange, each officer leaning forward, their anticipation thick in the air.

---

Outside the government building, the streets of Jin Cheng were alive with activity. The distant murmur of the council reached the ears of a few officers who weren't present in the grand meeting. These were men like Bo Zhang, Zhang Jun, Cheng Yuanzhi, and Fan Chou—officers who had been working tirelessly since the last campaign, scouting, researching, and managing the conquered regions. Today, though, they were scattered throughout the city, enjoying a rare moment of respite after months of duty.

Cheng Yuanzhi stood by a bustling market stall, inspecting a basket of fresh fruits. His rough hands turned over an apple thoughtfully as he bit his lip, his mind wandering to the fields outside Xuchang. The city had its strengths, but its agricultural potential had always seemed... limited. Now, as he eyed the vibrant fruits, the question gnawed at him: Could Xuchang grow these? Could the land be cultivated differently? The reports they had sent to Brian were as thorough as they could make them, but Cheng couldn't help wondering if they had missed something or if they had failed to see a hidden possibility. Brian had told them to stay objective, but doubts lingered. Was I thorough enough? he thought, placing the fruit back on the stall.

Not far away, Fan Chou sipped tea in a quiet corner of a bustling tea house, his eyes following the delicate curls of steam rising from his cup. The warmth soothed him, but his thoughts were elsewhere. The Luoyang and Hu Lao Gate regions were not known for tea cultivation, but could they be? Fan tapped his fingers against the cup, his brow furrowing. Could the lands near Fu Shui Gate, with the right effort, produce the same delicate leaves that filled his cup now? The soil, the weather... perhaps it wasn't as unsuitable as he'd initially thought. The terrain near Hu Lao had always been seen as more strategic, but what if they could make it fertile in a different way? Was my report too conservative? He frowned, wondering how Brian would take his assessment.

Zhang Jun stood at the city's edge, watching as the distant fields of Jin Cheng swayed under the autumn breeze. He had chosen not to shop or indulge in the festival. Instead, he found solace in watching the land, though today, his thoughts weighed heavily on him. The region he'd been tasked with—Zhang Jun couldn't shake the nagging thought that he might have overlooked something important. Brian had always emphasized the future, not just survival. Did I stay objective? Did I report everything? He shook his head, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. His report had been solid, but now, with everything coming to a head, he worried.

Bo Zhang, meanwhile, sat at a quiet outdoor café, staring into his drink, lost in thought. The bustling sounds of the city barely registered in his mind. His son, Yan Zhang, had mentioned feeling a similar unease. Brian had asked for their reports on the towns they had surveyed after the conquest, demanding objectivity, but now that the time had come, Bo couldn't help but question the thoroughness of their work. He had explored the region, spoken to the locals, mapped out every field and forest, yet... what if they had missed something? What if his report failed to reflect the true potential of the lands?

A sense of anxiety lingered over them, each officer wrestling with the same doubt: Had they truly done enough? Had they given Brian what he needed to rebuild the land, or had they failed in their duty?

The government's doors creaked open, and the officers who had been inside began to spill out, their faces a mixture of emotions. Some were confused, others wore satisfied smiles, and a few looked as serious as ever. Those waiting outside—Bo Zhang among them—watched closely, trying to read their expressions, but it was impossible to tell what had unfolded within.

Sun Jian approached Bo Zhang with a determined stride, his expression unreadable. Bo Zhang had been sitting at a quiet café, still processing the weight of the research he'd conducted. As Sun Jian reached him, he stood up instinctively, unsure of what was coming.

"Bo Zhang," Sun Jian said, his tone serious but not harsh. "I've read through your report on Wu Jun, and I must ask—how did you manage to see so much potential in lands that most would simply pass by?"

Bo Zhang shifted slightly, feeling the eyes of Zhou Yu and Cheng Pu, who stood beside Sun Jian, also fixed on him. He had been used to sizing people up, understanding their value quickly—it had kept him alive in his former life. But this was different. He was no longer the man he used to be, and he needed to choose his words carefully.

"I've… learned to see things differently," Bo Zhang began, his voice steady despite the tension he felt. "When you've spent enough time moving through lands, speaking to people, and learning what they need to survive, you start noticing the opportunities that others might overlook."

Sun Jian nodded, waiting for him to continue. The former bandit took a breath and pressed on.

"These lands in Wu Jun, they're not just silk and rice like people think," Bo Zhang explained. "There's a lot more that could thrive here. The waterways are perfect for growing more than just crops. Figs, pomegranates, grapes, even citrus fruits—they all have a place here. I've seen the soil, and it can handle them with the right care. The climate is mild, the water is plentiful, and the people are skilled farmers. They just needed someone to see the bigger picture."

Bo Zhang glanced at Sun Jian's face, still unreadable, before he continued.

"It's not just about what's already here," he said carefully. "It's about seeing what could be. That's what I did in every village and town I've walked through. These people deserve to thrive, and their land can offer them more than just the basics. With a little help, they could be producing goods that rival the rarest luxuries."

Sun Jian finally spoke again, but his tone had softened. "And you believe these fruits—these rare crops—could really take root here? That Wu Jun could become a center for more than just silk?"

Bo Zhang nodded confidently. "I've lived through enough to know potential when I see it. Wu Jun can support these crops. And if we do it right, these lands will flourish in ways we've never seen before."

For a moment, Sun Jian said nothing, then, to Bo Zhang's surprise, the warlord knelt, lowering his head. "Thank you, Bo Zhang," he said sincerely. "Your work was thorough, your vision clear. You've given me hope for Wu Jun's future."

Zhou Yu and Cheng Pu exchanged a look of approval, clearly impressed. Bo Zhang, who had been bracing himself for criticism, was left momentarily speechless. He had never expected a man like Sun Jian to kneel before him—especially not after a simple report on farming potential.

Sun Jian rose to his feet, placing a hand on Bo Zhang's shoulder. "You've given us more than we could have imagined. Now it's up to us to bring that potential to life."

Bo Zhang gave a small, grateful nod. He had been unsure of his role in Brian's army before, but now he understood. The worth of land wasn't just in its warriors, but in the future it could provide. And that was something Bo Zhang knew how to see.

---

Four weeks after Brian's return.

The chill of the winter air brushed against the citizens of Jin Cheng, but none paid it any mind. The city buzzed with activity, preparations for a feast well underway. It wasn't a surprise festival like the year before, but something more personal—a celebration for those who had missed their birthdays, for those who were no longer among them, and for the bright future that lay ahead.

That bright future was reflected in the Torequtai. The towering palace, a project that demanded every ounce of resources Brian could spare, stood proudly by the riverbanks. Though unfinished, with much work still to be done, its skeletal form loomed as a symbol of the ambitions Brian had for the city.

The Emperor, walking beside him, cast a long glance at the structure. "As much as I hoped, it seems the build takes longer than expected," he commented, a note of disappointment in his voice.

Brian, however, remained at ease. "I never said it would be easy. A project like this is monumental, and the resources... well, they are considerable." His gaze remained fixed on the palace, his tone calm but measured. "With winter coming, things will slow even more. The River Dragon's company has limited time to move supplies, even with the help of the sorceresses. But we'll get there."

The Emperor nodded, though his gaze lingered on the half-built structure. "I believe you, Lord Brian. If anyone can build this monument, it is you." A cheeky smile tugged at his lips as he added, "Although, for a man who speaks of an ambition to reach the stars, one would expect such a small task to be completed with a mere flick of the hand."

Brian sighed, his own smile growing as he shook his head slightly. "Ah, rumors spread fast, I see. The problem is that they hold too much of the truth." He glanced skyward, watching the clouds roll by in the crisp winter air. "We can reach the stars, but to get there, we need more than just ambition. We need people who are willing to explore the unknown... and time. Always time."

The Emperor chuckled softly. "Time is the one thing none of us can rush, not even you. But I trust you will find a way, as you always do."

Brian smiled, but before he could reply, the Emperor shivered slightly, glancing toward his royal carriage. "The cold grows stronger with each breath. I believe I'll take my leave for now. Your hospitality has been more than generous, but I think the warmth of your mansion calls to me."

Brian nodded in understanding. "Of course, Your Majesty. Please, rest well. We'll continue our discussions when you're more comfortable."

With a wave, the Emperor stepped into his carriage, the royal horses trotting steadily as the procession made its way through the streets. His was the only carriage permitted to move within the city, and as it passed, citizens watched with respectful silence, bowing to their Emperor's passing.

Once alone, Brian turned his face toward the brisk wind, feeling the bite of winter settle against his skin. He stuffed his hands deeper into his sleeves, longing for the kind of warmth that only a steaming cup of hot chocolate could offer—if only such luxuries existed in this world. A quiet chuckle escaped him at the thought.

Winter gloves would be a good investment, he mused, his mind already wandering to potential designs. Something thick, warm, and durable. Liu Mei would know exactly what to craft for these conditions. He made a mental note to discuss it with her later, her skill with fabrics unmatched.

---

The city of Jin Cheng lay still, its streets eerily silent in the dim light that filled the dream. Buildings stood tall and proud, their shadows stretched out across the stone pathways. The Torequtai's skeletal structure loomed in the distance, a symbol of the progress Brian had made, yet still incomplete. There was no wind, no warmth from the sun, no sound of bustling life—just the stillness of a city paused in time. It was peaceful, but the peace was unsettling.

Brian walked down the empty street, his footsteps soundless on the cobblestones. He knew this was a dream, yet the weight of his thoughts lingered like the chill of the winter air he had just left behind. He sighed, glancing around at the empty roads and buildings.

"To think I would see my city like this," Brian mused quietly, more to himself than to the figure walking behind him.

"It is possible because you've done well," came Zuo Ci's calm voice from behind. The mystic stood as still as the air around them, his eyes glinting with a soft curiosity. "The energy in this city flows more smoothly now. The ritual sites, the parks—they've brought harmony where there was once chaos."

Brian's gaze wandered over the dreamlike landscape of Jin Cheng. Though he was proud of what he'd accomplished, something gnawed at him. "Zuo Ci... what is your knowledge about dreams?"

Zuo Ci's expression remained unreadable, his tone steady. "Dreams are the mirror of the mind, reflections of our desires, fears, and hopes. They can be a window into what was, what is, and what could be."

Brian smiled faintly at the mystic's wisdom. "Yet, what I desire and what I see do not align. This city, my city—it is peaceful. The energy is balanced, and the people are content. But what I envision is a place much more grown, more developed, more... powerful."

As he spoke, Brian lifted his hand in front of him, staring at it as if it were foreign. Slowly, a thick, modern cotton ski glove appeared, covering his hand—an odd sight in the world of ancient China. It was a subtle, yet tangible reminder of the world he came from.

Zuo Ci's gaze sharpened slightly at the sight of the glove, though his expreIs this something from the other world you spoke of?"

Brian studied the glove for a long moment before letting out a slow breath. "Yes... a piece of home. Something that would bring comfort here, especially in the winter. But even if I brought more things like this..." He let his hand drop, the glove disappearing as if it had never existed. His voice grew quieter, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "It wouldn't change what I feel needs to be done."

He glanced back at Zuo Ci, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. "It's not just about comfort or convenience. It's about what could have been—how much I could have done differently if I'd had more time. If I'd known then what I know now... Maybe I wouldn't have made the same mistakes."

There was a pause, a silence thick with unspoken thoughts. Then he sighed deeply, the weight of unfulfilled potential pressing down on him. "I guess I wanted to be further along by now, to have already achieved what I've been working toward. But every time I think I've made progress, I realize just how far I still have to go."

Zuo Ci's calm demeanor softened as he studied Brian, sensing the deeper burden behind his words. "The path you've chosen is one of continuous growth, not completion. You will always see what more can be done—that is the nature of ambition. But remember, the foundation you build now will outlast even your greatest expectations. And you have changed everything... more than you know."

Brian's frustration lingered as he looked over the unfinished Torequtai. "I wanted to do more. To make things better, faster. I see the progress, but it feels like I'm always two steps behind what could be."

Zuo Ci's eyes narrowed in thought. "You speak as if time is your enemy, yet you have done more in a single season than many could in a lifetime. Change comes not from rushing, but from understanding. You may not see it, but your presence has already rewritten the fate of these lands."

Brian's hand clenched at his side, tension still gnawing at him. "It's hard not to think about what could have been. If I knew then what I know now..."

Zuo Ci tilted his head slightly, studying Brian with an almost fatherly patience. "Perhaps. But what you know now is what matters. The future is still unwritten, and you are still the one holding the pen." He gestured toward the unfinished palace in the distance. "The vision you have is still within reach, and every step you've taken has brought you closer to it. The challenge is not in knowing everything before you begin—it's in being adaptable, and wise enough to see what lies ahead."

Brian let out a deep breath, the tension in his hand easing. "I suppose you're right. I can't change the past. But the future... that's still mine to shape."

Zuo Ci nodded slowly, his gaze steady. "Indeed. And it is a future that, with patience and wisdom, will be even greater than you imagine."

---

The sound of music mingled with the crackle of fireworks, the hum of celebration filling the air. Though the cold of the evening tried to creep in, it was no match for the fires of the feast, burning bright both literally and figuratively. Warmth and joy swept through the gathering like a current, and Brian couldn't help but feel a rare sense of peace in the midst of it all.

Zhen Ji and Cai Wenji played their instruments in perfect harmony, their melodies weaving into the night alongside new musicians. The recent efforts by the research and cultural departments had brought fresh life to the city's music, introducing new instruments and styles to honor the feast. It was a moment of pure cultural expression, something Brian had hoped to foster among his people.

His eyes wandered to the central fire where his wife and concubines danced with grace and abandon, their movements illuminated by the soft, golden glow of the flames. Despite their elegant attire, there was no hiding the signs of life growing within them. Xingcai, Lianshi, and Sun Shangxiang's pregnancies were beginning to show, their swollen bellies a constant, quiet reminder of the next chapter awaiting them. Any day now, he knew he would feel the first kicks—another milestone he looked forward to with quiet excitement.

Their joy and freedom were palpable, their stress momentarily forgotten as they let the rhythm carry them. Brian could only watch, captivated by their beauty. The way their hair twirled in the air, the way their bodies flowed with the music—it was a mesmerizing sight. His heart swelled with appreciation for each of them.

And yet, others caught his gaze—women not bound to him by title, but whose presence could not be ignored. Diao Chan, as graceful as ever, her beauty undeniable as she moved with effortless elegance. Da Qiao, whose gentle, thankful glance made Brian smile softly. And then there was Lu Lingqi, fierce and untamed in her movements, her gaze burning with a fire that seemed to mirror her spirit.

Brian's eyes flickered between them, and he found himself caught by those knowing glances. Diao Chan's lingering gaze held a subtle invitation, while Lu Lingqi's eyes sparkled with something more primal, more intense. Even Zhen Ji, usually poised and distant, had glanced his way once or twice, her gaze fleeting but deliberate.

He sighed internally, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Goddamn Casanova system, he thought with mild exasperation. It was almost as though the universe had conspired to place him in the center of these intense, emotional connections, making him wonder if he could ever truly keep up with the complexities of all the lives intertwined with his own.

As Brian stood there, still caught in the swirl of emotions and music, the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps approached. The smell of wine hit his senses just before Dong Zhuo's gruff voice did. "Ah... there he is, the man of the hour, surrounded by all the beauty of the world," Dong Zhuo slurred, though his voice still carried that unmistakable weight of command.

Brian turned slightly, his gaze meeting the large, drunken figure of Dong Zhuo, who approached with an exaggerated swagger. Dong Zhuo's eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol, yet there was a sharpness beneath the haze. His gaze flicked from Brian to the dancing women by the fire—particularly Diao Chan, Zhen Ji, and Lu Lingqi. A low, rumbling chuckle left his throat.

"You see it, don't you, Brian?" Dong Zhuo said, his voice lowered but conspiratorial. "The way they look at you. Those glances, the little hints they leave. You pretend to not notice, but I know you see it. Just as I see it." He took another swig from his flask, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before giving Brian a knowing smile. "You've got them all tangled up in your web."

Brian raised an eyebrow, but said nothing yet, letting Dong Zhuo speak his mind.

"You're not so different from me, you know." Dong Zhuo's words were slow, each one dragging with the weight of his inebriation, but laced with a cunning edge. "I was like you once... powerful, surrounded by beauty, taking what I wanted because I could. But here you are... all this power, all this influence, and yet... you hold back." He leaned in closer, the smell of wine thick on his breath. "Why?"

Brian remained calm, meeting Dong Zhuo's gaze evenly. "Why do you think I hold back?"

Dong Zhuo scoffed, swaying slightly. "You could have it all, Brian. I've seen it—your mind, your power, your sway over people. And yet you choose... restraint. It's like you're playing some long game, but I don't see the end of it. You've shown me a different way, yes. I'm grateful for that, but..." His voice trailed off as he took another gulp of wine, his eyes narrowing. "It's like you're waiting for something, holding back when you should be taking everything."

Brian tilted his head, observing Dong Zhuo carefully. "And you think I should be more like you were?"

Dong Zhuo let out a rough laugh. "Oh, no. I'm a relic, a brute. But don't think for a second that you're free of the same ambition. I know you, Brian. You're a man who wants everything—control, peace, power, and..." His gaze flicked back to the women dancing near the fire. "...all the finer things life has to offer. Don't pretend like you don't want it."

Brian's jaw tightened slightly in response, though not out of anger—more a reflex to the subtle provocation. He respected Dong Zhuo's insight, even if the man's worldview was far more cynical. Still, Brian kept his expression calm, offering only a faint smile in return. "Ambition isn't about taking everything, Dong Zhuo. It's about building something that lasts."

"Is it?" Dong Zhuo shot back, a note of playful skepticism in his voice. "You say that, but there's always more to it. You've built this—this empire, this life. But you've got the eyes of a man who wants more. You're not done. You never will be."

Brian's smile remained, though it was edged with a hint of reflection rather than amusement. "Perhaps. But there's a difference between building and destroying. You once destroyed everything in your path, didn't you? And look where it got you."

Dong Zhuo's face darkened for a moment, the old memories flickering across his features. "Aye. It brought me ruin," he muttered, his voice gravelly. "But I also had the world at my feet for a time. That power, that control—it's intoxicating." He swayed again, but his eyes locked onto Brian's with sudden intensity. "And you... you're too good at this to not know what I'm talking about. You think you can have all this—this peace, this order, this harmony—without tasting the chaos that made it possible?"

Brian's gaze grew harder. "I've tasted chaos. I've been through it, and I've built something better out of it."

Dong Zhuo's laughter was slow, like a rolling thunder. "So you say. But mark my words, Brian—this world doesn't stay in order for long. You may be different from me now, but the hunger for power never goes away. Do you think you've changed me? Maybe. But there's still something in both of us that craves it. Don't let it fool you."

Brian watched as Dong Zhuo downed the last of his wine, his eyes still gleaming with that predatory edge. Despite the drunkard's state, there was an uncomfortable truth in his words, one that lingered in the air long after the conversation ended.

"Be careful, Brian," Dong Zhuo added with a rough chuckle, his voice dipping into something almost too dark. "The higher you rise, the harder the fall."

With that, he staggered away, leaving Brian standing there, his mind swirling with thoughts that Dong Zhuo's drunken insights had stirred. The music played on, and the fire crackled, but there was something heavy in the air now. Something that made Brian's ambition feel like a double-edged sword.

---

The clouds were thick tonight, cloaking the sky in a heavy veil, the air cool with the quiet promise of approaching rain. Brian walked a few steps behind his wives and concubines, their laughter and light conversations filling the streets around them, but the air held an unspoken tension. Something subtle yet present, like a change in the wind. The cold breeze didn't bother him, but the energy of the evening felt...different. Wang Yi, always composed and quietly confident, kept stealing glances back at him, as though she carried a secret too heavy to bear alone.

Brian didn't need much to pick up on the signs. Shangxiang, striding playfully ahead, practically radiated mischief, her steps light as if nothing could ever slow her down—not even her growing belly. When their eyes met, she gave him a quick, teasing smile, and Brian felt the familiar weight of suspicion settle in his chest.

You didn't… he thought, fighting the growing dread in the pit of his stomach. Please don't tell me you're collecting women again like it's some kind of game.

He sighed inwardly. Last time she had done something like this, the surprise had been harmless—pleasant, even—but the weight of tonight felt different. Whatever this was, it wasn't just another playful twist. This felt bigger.

As they arrived at his mansion, the heavy doors opened, revealing a path of rose petals leading deep into the house, straight to his chambers. Of course. The sight confirmed one of his suspicions almost immediately. Shangxiang, walking just ahead, flashed him a grin that bordered on devilish, her expression saying everything he needed to know without a word.

"Are you coming, my lord?" she teased, her voice soft but filled with that same familiar playfulness. It was a tone she often used when she knew she was walking him into something far more than he expected.

Before Brian could respond, a single, soft note from a flute floated through the air, the sound unmistakable. His second suspicion crystallized in that single moment. No... please don't tell me.

He glanced to his side at Xingcai and Lianshi, both pregnant and showing no signs of slowing down. Despite the late hour, despite the softening of their steps from the added weight they carried, their eyes were sharp, unwavering. They knew what was coming. Something was happening tonight that went beyond simple teasing.

The roses beneath his feet cushioned his steps as Brian moved slowly down the petal-strewn path. With every step, he prepared himself for what lay ahead, bracing himself for the scene that was about to unfold.

When he finally reached his chambers, the doors opened quietly before him, and the sight that greeted him confirmed everything he had been expecting—and dreading.

At the far end of the room, seated on the cushioned chairs, were Yueying and Zhang Chunhua, already his concubines, their smiles warm and knowing. They offered no words, just the weight of shared understanding. Standing beside them, however, were the true surprises of the night: Zhenji, Lu Lingqi, and Diao Chan.

Brian's thoughts tangled for a moment. The soft flicker of candlelight played across their faces, and in that moment, everything clicked into place. He hadn't imagined their earlier glances, their quiet flirtations. This had been brewing for a while.

Shangxiang nudged him gently, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Brian glanced at her, and there it was again—her teasing, confident smile. Even pregnant, she radiated strength, her presence solid as a rock, unshakable in its support. She had always been his anchor, standing strong no matter what the world threw at them. On either side of him, Lianshi and Xingcai stood, their gazes filled with warmth and quiet encouragement. They had carried him through so much, and held him up when the weight of leadership threatened to crush him. And then there were Zhang Chunhua, Yueying, Cai Wenji, and Wang Ji—women whose unique strengths had formed a stability that allowed him to be more than just a ruler. They accepted him, supported him, and loved him unconditionally.

That was his inner circle. His sanctuary. The one place where he could let his guard down, be vulnerable, be scolded, be called a dummy, talk endlessly about new ideas, or even shed a tear when it all became too much. They loved him for everything he was, not just the leader they followed.

He turned his attention back to the women before him—Zhenji, Lu Lingqi, and Diao Chan—three powerful women with ties to even more powerful men. His voice was calm, but there was a firmness in it as he spoke. "During the day, my house is open to anyone who needs my assistance. But at night, this place is sacred. It is meant only for those closest to me, my most trusted, my family. I hope you understand the weight of what you're asking me by being here."

His words hung in the air, heavy with the moment's gravity.

Lu Lingqi stepped forward first. Her usual confident warrior's expression had faded, replaced by the vulnerable gaze of a young woman facing her first love. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat, the courage she usually wielded on the battlefield now faltering.

Brian raised a hand, stopping her before she could struggle further. Her heart sank, bracing herself for rejection, feeling as though the weight of her unspoken feelings was pressing her down. The silence seemed endless, and for a moment, she feared that her resolve would shatter completely.

Then Brian spoke, his tone calm but firm. "I know you, Lu Lingqi. You're a warrior who stands her own, but I see the young maiden at heart too." His eyes held hers, testing the depth of her feelings. "As one warrior to another, let me ask—would you fight your father for me, even if it meant certain death? Would you lay down your life to protect the people here, and me?"

"Yes!" Her answer came out in a heartbeat, faster than she could have anticipated, the raw emotion behind it catching even her off guard. Her face flushed a deep red, but she didn't back down, her eyes shining with both fear and determination.

Brian's gaze remained unfazed, his expression unreadable. Even though Lu Lingqi's response carried such intense devotion, it did little to shake his composure. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and when they opened, a soft smile appeared on his face. "It seems the devotion is there," he said, his voice calm but warm.

He stepped closer, his gaze meeting hers with the weight of someone who understood far more than just words of love. "But I don't need you to fight your father for me. I trust him with my life, and I trust you too. Instead, I want something more from you."

Lu Lingqi's eyes widened, her fierce determination momentarily giving way to surprise.

"I want you to honor him," Brian continued, his tone gentle but firm. "Keep talking to him, share everything—your thoughts, your feelings, your decisions. Never hide anything from him. Don't let our bond come between you and the man who's guided you all your life. When our children are born, I want him to be there to welcome them."

Lu Lingqi's eyes widened at Brian's words, her breath catching in her throat. Children? The thought alone sent a rush of warmth through her, and before she could stop herself, her face flushed a deep, vibrant red. She had expected the usual questions of loyalty, and devotion—but children? The idea of Brian speaking about their future so openly, so naturally, sent her heart racing.

Her hands instinctively went to her chest, clutching at the fabric of her dress as if to steady herself. For a warrior who had faced countless battles without flinching, this—this was uncharted territory. Her entire body seemed to tremble with a mixture of excitement, nerves, and happiness she hadn't even known she was seeking.

"I..." she stammered, struggling to find words as her heart pounded in her chest. "You... You're serious... about children?" Her voice was soft, almost fragile, as she looked up at him, eyes wide and shimmering with emotion.

Brian smiled gently, the weight of his words settling in with a warmth she hadn't expected. "Of course I am. Loving me means building a future together. And in that future, I see you as more than just a warrior by my side. I see you as a mother to our children, and I want your father—Lu Bu—to be a part of that future too."

Lu Lingqi's blush deepened, her entire face now glowing with a soft pink hue. She nodded quickly, not trusting her voice as the realization of his words sank in. Her heart felt light, like she was floating on the edge of a dream she hadn't dared to believe could be real.

Zhen Ji stepped forward, her graceful movements as poised as ever, yet there was a new intensity in her eyes—a deep, unspoken yearning that had quietly grown over time. Her usual elegance remained intact, but beneath it, Brian could sense the emotions stirring within her, finally surfacing.

"I know you've spoken with my husband," she began, her voice steady but carrying a weight of vulnerability. "My loyalty, my devotion... they should belong only to him, to Lord Cao Pi. But as I've watched you, I've found emotions I thought I had forgotten." She paused, letting her gaze lock with Brian's. "Lord Cao Pi knows I am here tonight. I have his permission to follow my heart."

Brian didn't flinch. This wasn't the first time a married woman had come to him, and his mind briefly wandered to memories of Yueying and Zhang Chunhua. But something about this situation felt different. The speed with which Cao Pi had given his approval, the ease with which Zhen Ji now stood before him—it raised questions.

He thought back to his conversation with Cao Pi, when he had first brought up Zhen Ji's flirtatious glances. Cao Pi had said he would handle it, but now... Brian couldn't help but find the whole thing strange. Was this how Cao Pi handled it?

"You think that will convince me so easily?" Brian asked, his tone calm yet probing. He placed a finger under Zhen Ji's chin, lifting it slightly so her eyes met his. "What's behind that elegant face of yours? What are the desires those eyes are trying to hide?"

Zhen Ji's composure faltered, her carefully maintained elegance slipping away. Her breath hitched, and for the first time, Brian saw the raw emotion she had been holding back. Her regal grace crumbled, and in its place, a woman overwhelmed by feelings she could no longer control emerged.

"Ah... you truly are a heroic man," she whispered, her voice trembling with intensity. The mask she had worn for so long, the poised nobility, melted away. Her eyes burned with a deep, untamed passion, and the vulnerability she had buried beneath years of restraint finally surfaced. "I can't handle this anymore... Please, Brian... let me melt in your arms."

The vulnerability in her voice, the rawness of her desire, was a stark contrast to the regal grace she typically displayed. It was as though every guarded layer of her had finally been stripped away, leaving nothing but the depth of her devotion. She wasn't just asking for his love—she was surrendering to it.

"Love is a battlefield, they say," she continued, her voice trembling but filled with conviction. "But you... you've conquered me completely. My heart, my soul—they belong to you. I've fought against this, tried to contain it, but... I'm yours, Brian. There's nothing left of me to give to anyone else."

Brian gazed at her, unshaken by her outburst. He could see the truth in her eyes, the unyielding devotion that had built up over time. Her words were not merely the ramblings of infatuation but the culmination of a deep and personal struggle she had finally overcome. It was clear—she had chosen him, fully and irrevocably.

And yet, for all her intensity, Brian felt a calm wash over him. He wasn't unsettled by her emotions or overwhelmed by her sudden confession. Instead, he saw it for what it was—a testament to the strength of her feelings, a vow of loyalty that was unbreakable. Zhen Ji was no longer hiding behind the mask of nobility. She was offering him her most genuine self.

Brian let the silence settle for a moment, watching her closely, allowing her vulnerability to fully sink in. Then, with a calm, steady voice, he responded, "Zhen Ji, I see your heart, and I respect your devotion. But understand this—my inner circle is built on trust, on commitment that goes beyond just words or desire. If you wish to be part of this, to stand with me, it must be for life. Not just for now, not just because of what you feel at this moment, but because you are willing to share every part of yourself with me—and with them."

His gaze softened as he added, "If you are ready for that, then know I welcome you. But it must be your choice, made with a complete understanding of what this means."

Zhen Ji's breath hitched, but her resolve remained unshaken. Her eyes glistened with unspoken emotions, but her voice was steady and firm. "I'm ready," she said, her words carrying the weight of her feelings. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life."

For a moment, Brian found himself slightly taken aback. The intensity, the certainty in her voice—it wasn't what he had expected. He blinked, and for the briefest moment, a rare sense of bewilderment settled over him.

Without speaking, he turned his gaze toward his wives and concubines. Surely, one of them would give some sign of surprise, of disbelief—but no. Instead, they all looked at him with soft expressions, their eyes filled with admiration. Shangxiang smiled knowingly, her gaze warm and encouraging. Lianshi and Xingcai shared a small nod, standing by his side with unwavering support, their devotion clear in their eyes.

And then there was Cai Wenji, her eyes slightly dreamy as she gazed at him. For a split second, Brian wondered if she was imagining it had been her chin he'd lifted so tenderly. The thought nearly made him chuckle.

No surprise. No hesitation from any of them. It was as if they already knew as if they had already accepted Zhen Ji into their sacred circle long before this moment.

Brian nodded, then shifted his gaze to the last woman waiting. Diao Chan stepped forward, her movements as graceful as ever. Her eyes held a quiet strength, one that contradicted her delicate frame, though tonight her poise carried a hint of vulnerability. There was no mistaking the gravity of this moment, both for her and for him.

He knew this wouldn't be an easy conversation. Weeks ago, he had spoken with Lu Bu about Diao Chan, carefully addressing any signs of flirtation to avoid misunderstandings or distrust. Brian had always kept his distance, mindful of the boundaries between them. Despite her beauty, charm, and grace, he had respected that delicate space. But tonight, it was clear—she wished to cross that boundary.

Diao Chan opened her mouth to speak, but Brian raised a hand, cutting her short with a gentle but firm gesture. "Did you speak with Master Lu Bu before you came here?" His voice was calm, though his thoughts were still racing, trying to make sense of the situation.

She nodded immediately, her eyes never leaving his. Brian exhaled, feeling a small wave of relief before he pressed further. "So, he knows you're here, and he's okay with it?"

Again, Diao Chan nodded, this time slower, as if weighing her response. She resisted the urge to speak, even though her emotions threatened to spill over.

Brian studied her for a moment, letting the silence settle between them. His expression remained calm, but there was weariness in his gaze, something that gave Diao Chan pause. It wasn't distrust, but rather the weight of something unspoken.

She couldn't help but wonder why he seemed distant, why he hadn't yet allowed himself to fully trust her, even when everything had been laid bare.

Brian sighed again, trying to gather his thoughts. His gaze flickered to Diao Chan, and for the first time, he allowed himself to truly confront the internal conflict he'd been holding back. She was beautiful, alluring, intelligent—everything a man could want in a woman. But with that beauty came the weight of her history, and the knowledge he carried from another world.

"Lord Brian, may I ask a question?" Diao Chan's voice broke the silence, her words laced with hesitation.

Brian gave her a soft, reserved smile. "Yes, you can."

She smiled briefly, though the worry in her eyes remained. "Did I ever do something wrong to you? I can't help but feel you're distant from me. If I ever wronged you, please tell me. I... I want to make things right."

"You did nothing wrong," Brian responded quickly, his tone soothing. He couldn't let her think she had made some grave mistake. But the truth was far more complex, something not easily explained.

He glanced at Shangxiang, who stood nearby, her calm and confident gaze meeting his. She had always been his anchor, the one who knew the weight of his secrets and had embraced him fully despite it. He'd told her of his knowledge—how he knew things that had yet to happen, futures that hadn't unfolded. She'd accepted it with enthusiasm, comforting him in his moments of doubt. Her expression now told him she still stood by him, ready to support his decision.

Brian shifted back to Diao Chan. "I know I'm going to kill the mood here," he began, his voice steady but weighted, "but I have to get this off my chest."

Diao Chan's expression faltered, but she listened intently, sensing the gravity in his words.

"Let's say you have a ruler, a tyrant, who extorts the people he should care about. A man with no concern for the lives under his rule. Now, imagine that same tyrant has a general—strong, a legend among legends." His eyes flickered briefly to Lu Lingqi, who stood quietly beside him, her gaze fixed on him. Diao Chan caught the moment, her sharp mind reckoning what it could mean.

"This tyrant has many women, but there's one who has conquered his heart. She doesn't love him, but she fears him too much to stop him. Then comes the general, proud and strong, who starts to fall for that same woman. Jealousy brews. A plan is made—a plan to pit them against each other, to topple the tyrant from within."

Brian let the silence settle for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "Countless warlords tried to defeat him, to kill him, and none could. But a single woman, through her beauty and her cunning, accomplished what no army could. She broke a tyrant and shattered an empire from the inside. Tell me, Lady Chan—would you trust such a person?"

The weight of his words fell heavily, and Brian's eyes searched Diao Chan's face for any sign of her response. The air between them seemed to tighten as if the world itself paused for her answer.

For a brief moment, Diao Chan's poised expression faltered. Her gaze lowered, her thoughts swirling at the image Brian had painted. Her lips parted, then closed again as though she were considering each word carefully. Finally, she raised her eyes to meet his once more, and there was no hesitation in her voice as she spoke.

"That... sounds like the work of a cunning mind, a dangerous beauty," she said, her voice soft but steady. "But I don't recognize such a tale. I don't know that kind of power, nor have I wielded anything close to it." She paused, her eyes reflecting a mix of awe and wariness. "To orchestrate something like that—to turn two such powerful men against one another with mere emotion... It's impressive but terrifying."

Brian watched her closely, his mind racing. He had expected this response, yet hearing it now, spoken so earnestly, tugged at something within him. Diao Chan didn't know the history he carried from another world, the weight of the stories he had heard, or the legacy tied to her name. But the impression of that tale lingered in his thoughts, influencing his every decision when it came to her.

Brian's gaze lingered on Diao Chan for a moment longer, and then he looked at the rest of the women in the room. His eyes settled briefly on Shangxiang and Lianshi, the two who knew his deepest secret. Lianshi's gaze was thoughtful, and curious, while Shangxiang gave him a quiet, encouraging smile, her expression saying more than words ever could. Do it. Show them.

Taking a deep breath, Brian straightened. "What I'm about to tell you is a secret, one I've only shared with two people close to me. What I say now will decide whether or not you can truly be a part of my inner circle." His tone was serious, but there was no malice, just the weight of the truth.

Diao Chan, Zhenji, and Lu Lingqi all nodded, listening intently. Their expressions showed no hesitation, only determination.

Brian turned his eyes back to Diao Chan. "That woman, the beauty who could do what no army ever could, that was you, Diao Chan," he said, his voice even. He raised his hand as she began to react, motioning for her to stay silent for a moment. "Let me explain."

He took a step forward, his voice steady, yet the weight of the tale heavy in the air. "In one of the many possible futures I know of, Dong Zhuo held the Emperor in his grip, ruling the land as a tyrant. Lu Bu stood at his side, unmatched in might, a legend on the battlefield. You, a woman—a beautiful woman—succeeded where no army could. You pitted them against one another, driving a wedge that destroyed their bond. In that future, it was your cunning, your beauty, that broke Dong Zhuo and his power from within." He paused, watching her closely as the words sank in.

"You did what countless warlords could not. That is one of the futures I know."

Around the room, his women reacted—Lianshi and Shangxiang remained composed, already familiar with his secrets. But the others, his other concubines, Zhenji, Lu Lingqi, and Diao Chan herself, looked bewildered, amazed, as if the weight of that story was too great to comprehend.

"I know every person I recruit, every officer I trust, from a different light," Brian continued, his voice softer now, but no less serious. "Some are righteous rulers, others cunning strategists, others... tyrants and traitors. But that was another time, another story. Here, in this world, those names don't have to define them. I give them all a choice. To be the people they are now, or to embrace the legacy they once had."

He turned his gaze back to Diao Chan, his expression softening, but his eyes still holding the weight of the question he needed to be answered. "You did nothing wrong. Not here, not in this life. But with that legacy behind your name, how can I risk my sacred place—my inner circle—with someone who might wield such power again? How can I be certain?"

It was not an accusation. It was a question, one that demanded her sincerity, her resolve.

The room fell into silence as Diao Chan stood there, her breath unsteady, her mind racing. The truth he had shared was overwhelming, but it was not the truth of another life that weighed on her heart. It was the unspoken doubt she had seen in his eyes—the fear that she could be that woman, the one who could turn people against each other, who could unravel everything he had built.

Her lips quivered, and for the first time, she felt truly exposed. The weight of Brian's words, the truth he had revealed, pressed down on her like a heavy burden. She had never been so vulnerable, so laid bare. Her usual grace and composure faltered, and in that moment, all the layers she had carefully built over the years began to crumble.

Diao Chan smiled, though tears began to slip from her eyes, falling silently down her cheeks. Brian had been honest with her, and she could feel the depth of his sincerity in his words. How Lianshi and Shangxiang looked at him, full of understanding and love, only confirmed what she had long suspected. His other concubines appeared confused, amazed, but Diao Chan finally understood. He was a man unlike any other, one who had seen and done what no one else could, and with that realization, she could only give him the most genuine response she had.

"You are an exceptional person, Lord Brian," she said, her voice wavering but resolute. "A man who has conquered lands, defied fate... and conquered my heart."

Her lips trembled, and the poise she had always displayed began to dissolve. Her hands clenched at her sides, trembling as if trying to hold herself together. "I could offer you my body, my devotion, everything..." Her voice cracked, her breath uneven, as the weight of her emotions became too much to bear. "But I know... I know it's not enough, is it?" The words came out broken, each one a struggle, as though every part of her was breaking with them.

Her smile faded completely, replaced by the raw, uncontrolled flood of emotions. Tears fell freely now, not something she could control or hide. Her whole body trembled under the intensity of her feelings, leaving her exposed in a way she had never been before. "I... I don't know how to make you believe me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, quivering with despair. Her body shook, struggling to contain the intensity of her feelings, and her breaths came unevenly as the weight of her confession overwhelmed her.

Her eyes, glassy with tears, met his, searching for some kind of reassurance, some sign that she wasn't making a mistake. "I love you, Lord Brian..." Her voice faltered again, and a sob escaped her lips. "I love you, and I... I can't take it anymore. These feelings, this... this uncertainty—it's breaking me..." The words tumbled out in broken fragments, her raw emotion laid bare before him.

She didn't try to wipe the tears away; she didn't try to hide. For the first time, Diao Chan, the woman who could charm kingdoms, stood completely exposed—vulnerable, uncertain, and utterly in love.

Brian held her tightly, feeling the tremors in her body as she struggled for breath, her sobs quieting but her chest still tight with emotion. He could feel the warmth of her tears soaking into his shirt, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the connection between them—the weight of her vulnerability now shared.

It pained him to see Diao Chan like this. He hadn't meant to hurt her, to make her cry. Yet, as he thought back to their conversation, he knew there was no other way he could have handled it. Maybe there were better ways, more graceful ways, but none that came to mind at the moment.

A brief smile tugged at his lips as he broke the silence with a soft joke. "I told you I'd kill the mood." He barely finished the sentence before he felt her light punch to his chest, followed swiftly by another, this time from his wife to his side.

The playful moment was exactly what they needed to break the tension, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Leaning in, his voice a gentle whisper in Diao Chan's ear, he said, "Welcome to my family, Diao Chan."

The words hung in the air, and though she couldn't speak just yet, the way her arms tightened around him told him everything he needed to know.

---

The early light edged its way into the room, brushing softly against the blankets and pillows. Brian stirred under the covers, his body warmed by both the layers and the presence of the women around him. His mind was still hazy with sleep, the memories of last night just starting to come into focus. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to simply feel the comfort of it all—soft breaths, warm skin, the peace of the morning.

Zhang Chunhua was the first to shift, her body gently brushing against his. Her eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, but her usual sharpness was softened by the quiet intimacy of the moment. Without thinking, she reached up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch feather-light.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice warm but tinged with something deeper.

Brian turned to face her, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. "Good morning," he replied, his voice still thick with sleep. He shifted slightly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead, a gesture that felt natural in the gentle dawn.

For a few moments, neither spoke, both simply lying there, savoring the quiet. But slowly, the weight of the previous night started to resurface in Chunhua's mind, pulling her from the peaceful warmth into deeper thoughts.

She shifted closer, her voice barely above a whisper, as if not wanting to disturb the others. "Brian..." Her tone was gentle, but it carried weight. "The things you revealed last night—about the futures you know. I've been wondering..." Her eyes searched his face, hesitant but intrigued. "What do those futures say about me... and my family?"

Brian, now fully awake, turned his head to meet her gaze, the warmth of the morning giving way to a thoughtful expression. "Do you truly want to know, Chunhua?" he asked, his voice equally soft, careful not to disturb the tranquility of the room.

She smiled a bit seductively as her hand moved under the blankets. ''Would it kill the mood?'' she asked as her fingers moved slowly over his abdomen.

Zhang Chunhua's fingers traced over Brian's abdomen, her touch light but teasing as she smiled playfully. "Would it kill the mood?" she whispered, her voice low and filled with curiosity.

Brian's hand gently covered hers, stopping the motion for a moment. He met her gaze, a small, knowing smile on his lips. "Yes," he whispered back, his tone soft but certain. "It definitely would."

Her expression shifted slightly, understanding the weight of what he wasn't saying. She sighed lightly, but her smile remained, showing she respected the honesty. "Then let's leave it for another time," she whispered, her fingers resuming their gentle caress, the moment between them still warm and undisturbed.

Brian smiled, but despite the beautiful women lying beside him, he couldn't help but feel a quiet unease. His mind wandered back to the previous night, and though he had meant well, he now questioned whether his cautious approach with the three women had been too much. A small twinge of guilt pulled at him, knowing he had stirred emotions he wasn't sure he had handled right.

Zhang Chunhua, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. Her fingers stopped their teasing motion, and she propped herself up slightly, resting her chin on his chest. Her eyes, though still soft, held a quiet wisdom as she studied his face.

"You're second-guessing yourself again," she said, her voice calm but with that sharp edge of insight she always carried. "You think you were too cautious, don't you?"

Brian exhaled quietly, his hand gently resting on her back. "Maybe I was. I just... I didn't want to hurt them, but maybe I was too guarded. What if I'm letting the weight of those futures influence me too much?"

Zhang Chunhua's gaze softened, but her mind was always sharp. "You know," she began, her tone thoughtful, "knowing those other futures gives you an advantage. It helps you see potential pitfalls and warnings about personalities, and it tells you how to approach someone. That knowledge—it's invaluable."

She paused, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest as she continued. "But... it can also backfire. If someone was a person of mistrust or betrayal in another life, you might never fully trust them here, even if they haven't done anything wrong in this one. That's the risk, Brian."

He frowned slightly, absorbing her words. Zhang Chunhua's wisdom always came with a delicate balance—an understanding that the truth could be both a weapon and a burden.

"It's a gift and a curse," she added, her voice softening. "But you're the one who chooses how to wield it. Just remember, people can be different in every life. Trust is something that must be built here and now, not just borrowed from a past that may never come to pass."

Brian nodded, her words sinking in, grounding him. Zhang Chunhua always knew how to frame things in a way that made sense.

He smiled softly, his hand trailing up to gently tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Leaning in close, he whispered, "What would I do without you?"

Zhang Chunhua's eyes gleamed with a playful light, her smirk widening. "You'd probably be lost somewhere, wandering through battle plans with no one to keep you in check."

Before Brian could respond, Yueying stirred beside them, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Are you two starting without me?" she murmured, half-awake, as she rolled over lazily, her eyes barely open but her tone playful.

Brian smiled warmly, his gaze softening as he leaned over to give her a loving kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, dreamer."

Yueying let out a contented sigh, her hand resting on his arm. "I was dreaming about the sewage system I've been designing. I think I might have figured out a way to make it more efficient."

Brian chuckled softly, admiring how even in her dreams, she was working on something. "You never stop, do you?"

Yueying smiled faintly, still half-asleep. "It's exciting... the possibilities..."

Zhang Chunhua's eyebrow arched, clearly entertained by Yueying's dedication even in the early hours of the morning. "Even your dreams are inventions, huh?"

"I can't help it," Yueying mumbled, her voice softening as she nestled back into the warmth of the blankets.

The room was still calm, the quiet intimacy of morning settling over them, but slowly, the rest of the women began to stir. Wang Yi shifted first, then Zhen Ji, Lu Lingqi, Diao Chan, and finally Cai Wenji, each one waking in the peaceful morning light.

Zhen Ji's voice broke the silence, still touched with sleep. "It's so peaceful after last night's feast. I almost forgot what silence felt like." She smiled faintly, her gaze moving over the group.

Brian chuckled quietly, his hand idly stroking the edge of the blanket. "You all deserved the rest. Last night was... well, quite the event."

Wang Yi, her movements slow but deliberate, shifted closer. "Yes, indeed," she murmured, a soft smile forming as she stretched, savoring the quiet.

Zhen Ji propped herself up on one elbow, resting her chin in her hand in a thoughtful yet graceful manner. "By the way," she began, her curiosity evident, "I've been wondering ever since the council—what did you give Zhurong and Meng Huo? You mentioned it was something special, something spectacular, but you haven't really told us what it was."

Brian chuckled softly, already knowing where the conversation was headed. "Ah, that," he said, glancing around the room at the curious faces now fixed on him. "Well, what I gave them is something rare. Rare even by the standards of my—of our world. Finding it and cultivating it is worth more than discovering a diamond mine." His eyes gleamed with confidence as he spoke.

A ripple of surprise passed through the group. Zhen Ji raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "More valuable than diamonds?" she asked.

Brian nodded, his voice turning more strategic. "It wasn't just a gift; it was an investment. I needed Zhurong and Meng Huo to use their tropical lands to grow it. Without their care and the right environment, we'd never be able to cultivate it here. If I hadn't acted quickly, we would have lost the opportunity forever."

Wang Yi, who had been quietly listening, chimed in, "Something so rare... it must be incredible. What exactly is it?"

Brian's grin widened. "Patience," he teased, glancing between the women. "It's not just about the rarity—it's about what comes from it. The growth, the transformation. When the time is right, you'll know. Let's just say it's something that will change the way you see the world."

Cai Wenji's curiosity deepened, her eyes widening. "You really won't tell us?" she asked, her voice taking on an almost playful tone.

Brian leaned closer, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Not yet. But trust me, when you see what it can do... you'll understand why it's worth the wait."

Zhang Chunhua tilted her head, her sly smile returning. "Knowing you, it's not just about transforming lands, is it? You've got something else in mind."

Brian laughed softly. "Maybe. Let's just say, I can't wait to see how creative we can get with it. There are... more personal uses, too." He allowed his eyes to flicker toward Zhang Chunhua for a moment, a playful glint in them.

Yueying, who had been quiet, blinked slowly, half awake. "I dreamt about it last night," she said suddenly, her voice still hazy with sleep. "I don't know what it is, but I can already imagine ways we can integrate it... into the cities... or perhaps even something more personal."

The women laughed softly at Yueying's sleepy enthusiasm, and Brian leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "You're already ahead of the game, Yueying."

Zhen Ji smirked, her curiosity still piqued. "Whatever it is, if it's as valuable as you say, then I'm sure it's worth waiting for."

Brian nodded, his mind briefly drifting to the future possibilities. "Definitely worth waiting for," he murmured, his thoughts lingering on the promise of what was to come.

---

The morning sun filtered gently through the window as Lianshi, Xingcai, and Shangxiang sat together, sharing a quiet breakfast. The warm aroma of tea mingled with the savory scent of steamed buns and fresh vegetables, creating a comforting atmosphere around them. Yet, the events of the previous night lingered on their minds, casting a reflective mood over their meal.

Shangxiang broke the silence first, absently swirling her tea. "Yesterday... it turned out a little different than I had imagined," she admitted with a wry smile. "I thought we'd end up in our usual way, where everyone leaves feeling close and connected. But... I hadn't expected Brian's ability to influence him so much." She looked down, thoughtful, and continued, "I assumed it would just be like before. But I could tell from the quiet last night that it wasn't."

Xingcai looked at her, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "I was wondering something. Why was it so important to bring those three into the family?" Her tone was gentle, but the question held genuine interest. "And what Brian spoke about...that ability... what is it exactly?"

Shangxiang's expression softened, and she let out a small sigh. She glanced at Lianshi, who gave her a slight nod of encouragement. "Honestly, I hadn't planned for it to feel so... strategic," she admitted. "But with someone like Brian, things have to be a little different." She set her teacup down, folding her hands thoughtfully. "There's a balance we have to keep. Zhen Ji, Diao Chan, and Lu Lingqi—they're all influential women. If they stayed outside our family but kept showing interest in Brian, it'd create tension. I'd rather bring them in than risk breaking up what we already have."

She paused, glancing at Xingcai. "It's the same reason why Cai Wenji and Wang Yi asked for more help. Brian's strength is... more than overwhelming." Shangxiang smirked playfully, a gleam in her eye. "Yueying and Chunhua do their part, but they also have other households to manage. Bringing others in keeps harmony within our family and helps with Brian's... well, let's just say his 'prowess' can be quite a task to handle alone." She chuckled, taking a bite of her breakfast, her expression momentarily blissful as she savored the meal.

Xingcai nodded slowly, absorbing Shangxiang's perspective. "I understand," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "It sounds like it's about more than just feelings—it's keeping everything stable."

Shangxiang smiled. "Precisely." She took a deep breath, her expression shifting to something more serious. "And it's about giving Brian what he needs to stay grounded." She looked to Lianshi. "Now, as for his ability... would you like to explain?"

Lianshi set her cup down, her face softening as she recalled the conversation she'd shared with Brian. "There was one night," she began quietly, her voice thoughtful, "when Brian felt the weight of everything, so we went for a walk to talk. That was when he told me he has a unique gift." She glanced at Xingcai, her eyes intent. "In another world, he's seen futures unfold, lives lived differently. He told me about a future where people we know were either allies or enemies... even lovers, depending on the circumstances."

Xingcai's eyes widened. "So he... remembers other futures?"

Lianshi nodded. "Yes, but not just random memories. He knows specific paths people took, even though he wasn't there himself. It's helped him make decisions here, to avoid certain pitfalls he's seen before." She paused, her gaze introspective. "But it's also a burden. Imagine trying to trust someone here while knowing they may have betrayed you in another life. It's why he holds back sometimes."

Shangxiang reached out, patting Lianshi's hand with a knowing smile. "It's a rare gift, but I think he'd be lost without you two," she said, her voice softening. She turned to Xingcai. "That's why he's so careful with trust. It's not easy to know things that others can't understand."

Xingcai nodded slowly, her expression a mix of admiration and contemplation. "That explains so much," she murmured, looking out the window with a thoughtful expression. "He's trying to keep us all together while carrying the weight of those futures."

Shangxiang chuckled, trying to lift the mood. "Absolutely. And that's why he has us—to keep him from overthinking too much." She took another sip of her tea, smiling to herself. "We're not just here to follow him; we're here to keep him grounded in the here and now."

The three of them continued to sip their tea and chat, taking their time with the breakfast. With the feast yesterday and no obligations today, there was no rush. Yet as the minutes passed, Xingcai glanced toward the door, her brow raised. "What's taking the others so long? I thought we'd all be here by now."

Lianshi smirked, setting her teacup down. "Perhaps they're just taking their time waking up. It was a long night for everyone."

Just as she spoke, a sound echoed faintly from down the hall—a familiar creak, followed by a rhythm of unmistakable noises. And then, clearer than before, they heard Brian's name, spoken in a low, drawn-out moan that lingered in the air.

Shangxiang raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from surprise to a playful grin. She leaned back, crossing her arms with a satisfied look. "Well, it sounds like someone's enjoying the morning."

Xingcai couldn't help the small blush that crept up her cheeks, though a proud smile spread across her face. "Seems they're keeping him... grounded all right."

Lianshi chuckled, clearly amused. "I'd say they're handling it quite well. Though..." she trailed off, a hint of playful envy in her voice. "It's a shame we're not there to... help."

Shangxiang let out a soft sigh, her gaze lingering in the direction of the sounds, her expression touched with a hint of wistfulness. "I won't deny it," she murmured, a glimmer of envy crossing her features. "I'd love to be there with them... to share in it firsthand." Her hand instinctively moved to rest on her stomach, where the faint beginnings of a new life were forming. "But I suppose we'll have to wait."

Xingcai and Lianshi mirrored the gesture, their hands resting gently on their bellies as well. Each of them held a quiet, reverent smile, caught between longing and the belief they held fast to—the teachings of yin and yang, the ancient Confucian values. Even though Brian had reassured them it was safe, their tradition bound them, the promise of balance and health, of protecting this early life within them. And despite the faint pang of regret, they felt comforted knowing a part of him was already with them in a different way.

"Though... it's hard not to feel a little envious," Lianshi admitted, her voice soft with understanding. "It feels so close yet... just out of reach."

Shangxiang nodded, her smile softening. "True, but in a way... it's like holding part of him already," she murmured, her hand resting protectively over her belly.

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Author notes:

That was chapter 25.

I finally added these three long-awaited maidens to Brian's harem. I didn't want to repeat it like the last two times, so I made it a bit more emotional.

We talk with Lu Bu and Cao Pi. Getting Lu Bu here with the right intensity, but still honorable, was quite a challenge. To let them duel would be an option, but it felt so out of character for Brian, that I didn't choose it.

I didn't want to focus on the feast too much, but I did want to add Dong Zhuo for once. To show how much he trusts Brian, and although saying they are friends is a big overstatement, there is mutual respect enough to talk normally and to discuss their lives.

The most annoying part of Dynasty Warriors Ambition mode is the resourecess. You need so many freaking resources in comparison to fame or recruits. So, although the war is mostly over, Brian will have to move his rear a couple more times for those.

Lastly, I added a dream scene again. Since Brian was talking so much about development, I wanted to show what his true feelings were and why he is pushing so much. Perhaps the scene felt a bit sudden, but this is the underlying tone behind it.

Anyway, this was it for all my banter and explaining. I hope you enjoyed chapter 25 and I see you legends in the next one. Beyor out.