XIV A Xiao's Melody
Yuwen Yuan slowly bows down before Xiao Qinyun. “My Duchess.”
She immediately regains her composure and replies with a smile appropriate for a duchess. “General Yuwen, you’re too courteous. I’m not worthy of your politesse.
He quickly scans me with a smile that’s not quite a smile before handing her a letter sealed with gold wax. “This is a letter for You from His Excellency, the Left Minister.”
She grins to shows her gratitude. “Your hard work is appreciated, General.”
She fingers the envelope but doesn’t open it and moves a bit towards me. “I give you my thanks.” She pauses and looks in the direction behind him. “You should be drinking with His Highness, right? So what brings you...?”
“It’s going to be a busy day tomorrow and I did not want to forget about His Excellency’s message. I brought it for You as soon as I remembered but I was surprised You weren’t in Your quarters.” He pauses. “I was also surprised to find You out here of all places....”
She smiles and says, “I was bored and came out for a stroll.”
He narrows his eyes and studies me, his eyes eerily bright. “Why, of course. The army life can be quite lacking. It’s normal that the duchess should feel bored. But, who might this be?”
She falters but her smile comes back in the blink of an eye. She steps forth and turns to me, explaining, “Allow me to introduce. This is General Yuwen of Great Yan.” She turns to him.
“And this is....”
She stops short in the middle of her sentence and turns to face me. She looks to me, not knowing what to say. I pucker my lips, not knowing what to say either. It’s true, though. My status here is just too awkward.
I look up at his brooding gaze. I think over it twice before choosing the most cautious explanation. “I am a deputy general serving under General Zhou Zhenluan of Great Rui. Han Xin is my name.”
“Zhou Zhenluan, huh. I’ve crossed paths with him.” The corners of his mouth lift up slightly. “As for you,” He scoffs. “You’re naught but a prisoner.”
I smile back at him. “Then you didn’t have to ask, General, since I am just a prisoner.”
He clasps his hands behind his back and paces forward. “However, I do know a thing or two about the Han clan of Great Rui.” He scrutinizes me. “Those of political families, all they do is start conflicts and disputes. All they know is how to deceive and cheat. You’re the same, not knowing shame even after getting captured. Not only are you here completely unharmed, you still have the mood to horse around when your country’s about to perish.”
I try to keep in the anger brewing within me and ignore his words.
He sneers. “The men of Rui aren’t too good at fighting but sure are skilled at dogging women around.”
Xiao Qinyun chews on her lips before stiffening her backbone. She tilts her head up defiantly. “General, you-.”
But Yuwen Yuan shoots her a glance and brushes her aside. I watch quietly as he strides towards me. He’s so close that I can even feel the coldness of his iron armour. The moonlight illuminates his menacing face.
“I strongly advise that you reconsider your position and do not complicate matters for His Highness.”
I stay quiet.
I know exactly what Yuwen Yuan is talking about. My being here is a variable in and of itself.
The sky darkens and faint torch lights flicker from afar.
I take a deep breath and speak as steadily as I can, “I thank you for your advice, General.”
I’m not in the mood to compete with him. I only want to get rid of this plague of a man as soon as possible so things don’t get complicated.
Xiao Qinyun’s face is red with indignation and her frame is shaking, her head lowered and lips pursed. Yuwen Yuan is looking me up and down when she exclaims, “General Yuwen, you’ve been mistaken. He’s the one who saved my life!”
Yuwen Yuan glances sideways at her. “You probably aren’t aware of the treacheries people can harbour, my Duchess. Not to mention, it’s a critical period right now. I must ensure the safety of You and His Highness.
Suddenly Xiao Qinyun cuts in front of me and faces him straight on. “I am grateful for your consideration, General, but this matter is between us. I would appreciate it if you did not get involved.”
The atmosphere changes drastically. Yuwen Yuan shoots me a dangerous look. I’ve already sobered up quite a bit with all the talking. I catch his hand reaching towards his waist and caressing his sword hilt out of the corner of my eye. My heart starts to race.
“Look at you. Even have the duchess on your side now.”
I reach out and scoop Xiao Qinyun behind me protectively. I chuckle nervously after seeing Yuwen Yuan’s stony face. “There’s no such thing. I am a prisoner unworthy of the duchess’ care. It is just that the duchess has a kindred heart.”
Yuwen Yuan scoffs after a moment. “Oh? Is that so?”
“The noble Duchess is only sparing us commoners her generosity—you’re over-thinking it, General.”
A warning bell goes off in my head as soon as I see his face tense up. With no time to think, I turn slightly to the side and lean back along with the momentum, avoiding his strike. The speed of his strike is extremely high and its power even more so. I feel a sharp stream of air hit my face.
If I hadn’t dodged it, at least half of my face would swell up.
“Surely you must know the rules as a prisoner, Han Xin. I did not give you permission to dodge.”
It is as they say: Those who approach have no good intentions; those who mean well do not approach.
“I don’t believe I have done you any disrespect, General. Why did you strike?”
Yuwen Yuan glances sideways at me and snickers. “There aren’t many people who can evade my attacks. I hadn’t thought you were lying low this whole time. Please, allow me to observe your skills.”
‘Observe?’ Don’t take me for a fool.
His attack just now was swift like lightning and full of force. It’s apparent that he wasn’t holding back at all. I might be a prisoner but I don’t want to be beaten for no good reason either. That’s why I dodged it using the martial arts the old geezer taught me. I didn’t think it would lead to this.
Haaah…. I would’ve let him hit me if I had known. It’s no use now even if I did.
Nonetheless, I’m still trying. “My martial skills are crude, General. I would not be a worthy opponent. I impetrate your generous pardon, please.”
“Really?” A slow smile spread on his face.
A look full of menace!
I see the snow white flash of a blade and it’s coming straight for me. I hear a scream from behind me.
Shit!
I turn sideways and push Xiao Qinyun away. I snatch the xiao away from her hand and rush to face him without hesitation, smartly guiding the impetus of his sword aside. His expression darkens and he drives his sword back around with a snap of the wrist.
How troublesome. I hadn’t thought he would draw his sword so soon and I didn’t have a suitable weapon. I only used the xiao because of the urgency of the situation. There is no way it would last against his sword.
“General! Stop! Stop now!” Xiao Qinyun shouts at us as she gets up.
None of us answer, however, as we are fully concentrated on the battle between sword and xiao. Yuwen Yuan’s manoeuvres are strong and fierce, one attack tightly followed by another, while I whisk the xiao and make it dance nimbly along with its tassel, flicking in and out of sight. We’re evenly matched for now.
Beads of sweat form on my forehead.
This is obviously not a fair fight. Xiaos are originally musical instruments and cannot endure a drawn-out battle. Yuwen Yuan’s moves are relentless and harsh. I couldn’t directly engage with him with only a xiao in hand, neither can I truly fight back. I have the wolf by the ears.
I meet with his blade sometimes and retreat other times while he continues to advance. The blade scrapes across the xiao with an ear-splitting scratching sound, glistening as it shimmers before my eyes.
What the heck does he want from me?
He inhales deeply and swings his sword back around, its blade flashing dangerously. I swerve to the side to elude it and I thrust the xiao forward along the blade, striking sparks as I aim straight for his neck.
He frowns and immediately sidesteps, skimming out of the way. Raising his long weapon, he brings it down with incredible force. The ivory blade tip slashes open the night with the help of the moon and heads directly for me. I bite down in concentration and change my footing, swaying half a chiout of harm’s way. Missing its target, the sword tips his balance as he is not able to retract the motion in time.
I’m breathing somewhat erratically now that I have been on the defensive the entire time. The alcohol that I had consumed is not helping either. No time to speak—I’ve spotted my chance. Using the gap that his sword has given me, I strike the xiao exactly on his right wrist.
The xiao doesn’t do much damage by itself but I had put in all my strength in that one hit and it had struck a critical joint. His face darkens as he sweeps violently back towards me, lips tightly clipped. I manage to take two steps back before he switches the blade’s directions and it flies towards me. I pivot as a gust of wind blows past and I see a metallic flash before my eyes. It’s too late to dodge so I bring the xiao up to stop it. The two weapons clash in midair. With a turn of the wrist, I push on the sword. He no longer is able to bear the weight of his weapon after the hit on his wrist so I apply more force. The xiao shoots out of my hand and draws a long arc in the air before planting into the ground along with his sword.
The two of us leap apart. Neither of us makes another move. We just stand there panting.
I bring my hands together in front of my chest after I’ve composed myself. “You went easy on me, General.”
His expression only gets stormier and stormier by the second. He glares menacingly at me. It’s a look full of threat and danger.
I let out a breath. “I’d said that my martial arts are crude. Naturally, I wasn’t going to be a worthy opponent for you. I was lucky to receive your mercy. I owe you my gratitude, General.”
Beggars can’t be choosers. I’m just saying a few nice words because I don’t want to anger him just yet.
He doesn’t say anything.
We’re in a bit of an awkward situation here when someone’s low voice interrupts it.
“Spectacular.”
I turn to see Murong Yu pacing out from the shadows.
“Your Highness.” Yuwen Yuan bows and I follow suit.
“Enough,” he says nonchalantly. He turns and catches my eye, seeming to look deep into my eyes. I quickly drop my gaze and keep it lowered.
“General Yuwen, I had invited you to wine and yet you left without permission?”
Yuwen Yuan’s expression is one of respect as he replies. “The Left Minister charged me with the responsibility of delivering a letter to the duchess. I came looking for the duchess only because I did not wish to delay the message.”
Murong Yu smiles softly. “Then let us return to the wine since it has been delivered.”
A smile creeps onto Yuwen Yuan’s face. “This is a military base, Your Highness, yet You still let the duchess wander around freely?”
Murong Yu takes a glimpse of the dumbfounded Xiao Qinyun and says almost nonchalantly, “The duchess was already playful and mischievous when she was in the capital. Not even His Excellency, the Left Minister, could rein her in, so I think I will spare the efforts trying.”
Then he turns to her. “What are you still standing there for? Leave this instant!” His volume isn’t high but his tone is awfully harsh.
She gnaws on her lips, takes a look at me and then at Murong Yu before trudging off into the dark.
Yuwen Yuan retrieves his sword from the ground and sheathes it after wiping it off.
“Perhaps Your Highness is being too imprudent.” He moves his gaze from Murong Yu to me. “Allowing a prisoner to wander freely as he wishes in a military base.”
“I have uses for him precisely because he is a prisoner.” Murong Yu’s expression stays unchanged. Yuwen Yuan tries to speak but Murong Yu cuts him off coldly. “General, it is I who is the Grand Marshal of this army.”
Yuwen Yuan stops and turns to me instead. “I understand very well, Your Highness.” He snickers. “But surely You have not forgotten about His Majesty’s edict. All prisoners must be sent back to the capital in chains under General Tuo’s supervision in the near future.”
Murong Yu’s face clouds over and he turns away with a flick of his sleeves. “Of course I have not. Your reminder is unnecessary!”
The news hits me like a bombshell.
Wh-what? All prisoners sent back to the capital in chains? N-n-no...no way!
In Yan tradition, a large number of prisoners are always sent back to the capital in chains and those include royalty and nobility, the rich and wealthy. The emperor would then bestow the prisoners onto the upperclassmen and soldiers according to their accomplishments in the war and allow them to do as they please with the prisoners.
It’s needless to say what would happen to me if I were sent there in chains but there’s nothing more I can do but sigh.
Murong Yu shoots a cold look at Yuwen Yuan before leaving. Yuwen Yuan looks down on me amusingly. I can see the disdain and disregard from his eyes as if to say: ‘You’re just a prisoner. What does it matter if you’ve beaten me? I can end your life with a few words if I wished so.’
I bite down on the inside of my lip as I feel cold sweat sliding down my back. I hadn’t even felt this unsettled when I was fighting him.
I stoop down to pick the xiao up from the dirt after watching them leave. I study it carefully under the moonlight. The body is dark brown and probably was flawless and glossy before getting cut all over by Yuwen Yuan. Even the tassel that was hanging from it is nowhere to be found. I let out a sigh and take a seat on the ground.
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