The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone streets as Naci and her companions are led through Pezijil's winding alleys. The Moukopl soldiers flank them on all sides, their polished armor gleaming and expressions stoic. Temej glances at the nearest guard, who returns his look with a stony stare.
"Well, isn't this cozy?" Temej mutters, adjusting the strap of his satchel. "Escorted like honored guests—or prisoners."
Lanau snorts, her eyes darting around at the ornate buildings. "Could be worse. At least they didn't throw us in a dungeon."
Fol walks beside them, his gaze fixed ahead. "Yet," he whispers under his breath.
Naci strides at the front, seemingly oblivious to the tension. She swings her arms lightly, her ponytail swaying with each step. "Cheer up, everyone! We're in the heart of the empire. Isn't it exciting?"
Behind them, Lizi trudges along, her expression a mix of irritation and disbelief. "Remind me again why I'm here, Khan?"
Naci slows her pace to fall in beside Lizi. "Because, dear Lizi, you're the only one who can get us back on Shan Xi's ship if we need a swift exit."
Lizi crosses her arms. "Or maybe you're using me as a guarantee so Shan Xi doesn't leave you stranded?"
Naci gasps dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "Me? Use you as a bargaining chip? Perish the thought!"
Lizi gives her a sidelong glance. "You know, for a Khan, you're a terrible liar."
Naci winks. "But an excellent strategist."
Ahead, the soldiers halt in front of a grand guesthouse adorned with intricate carvings and lanterns that are being lit when dusk approaches. The lead guard turns to Naci, bowing stiffly. "These will be your accommodations. Dinner will be brought shortly. We advise you to remain indoors."
"Advise or command?" Temej asks pointedly.
The guard's jaw tightens. "For your safety, sir."
Naci steps forward before Temej can retort. "Thank you for your kindness. We appreciate the hospitality." She beams at the guard, who seems momentarily taken aback before nodding curtly.
Lanau peers out a window, noting the soldiers taking positions around the building.
Temej flops onto a cushioned seat. "Face it, Naci. We're under house arrest."
Naci flutters a hand dismissively. "Semantics. Now, who's hungry?"
Lizi leans against a pillar, eyeing Naci skeptically. "You seem awfully chipper for someone who's possibly walked into a trap."
Naci plucks a grape from a bowl on the table, popping it into her mouth. "Confidence, my friends. The empire invited us here. They wouldn't dare harm official envoys."
Temej rubs his temples. "Official envoys who arrived with a notorious pirate fleet."
"The look on their faces was priceless!", Naci says lightly.
The aroma of spiced dishes wafts in as attendants bring trays laden with food.
Naci claps her hands. "See? A feast fit for a Khan!"
Temej eyes the dishes warily. "You think it's safe?"
She rolls her eyes. "If they wanted us dead, there are quicker ways than bad soup."
Lizi picks up a dumpling, sniffing it cautiously. "It can't be worse that what we eat on the ship."
Meanwhile, in the labyrinthine corridors of the administrative quarter, Governor Shi Min strides with purpose. The polished marble floors reflect the flickering light of ornate lanterns as officials and attendants bustle around her.
She approaches the Western Bureau's offices, only to find the doors closed and the usual attendants absent. A young eunuch kneels in front of the doorway, diligently scrubbing the floor. His oversized sleeves are rolled up, and a few stray hairs escape his neat topknot.
"Excuse me," Shi Min begins, her tone respectful but urgent. "I'm looking for Eunuch Sima. Is he available?"
The young eunuch looks up, startled. He quickly bows his head. "Apologies, ma'am. Master Sima has just departed."
Her brow furrows. "Departed? Do you know when he'll return?"
"The false alarm of pirate attack had that he was summoned back to the imperial city as an effect. He will be back by tomorrow afternoon."
Night settles over Pezijil, the capital's skyline glittering with lanterns that sway gently in the evening breeze. Governor Shi Min makes her way through the dimly lit streets, the cobblestones echoing softly under her footsteps. She navigates the familiar path toward Official Mo's residence for the second time today.
As she approaches, voices drift toward her. Mo stands at his doorstep, deep in conversation with a figure cloaked in shadows.
Shi Min's stride falters. The other person's silhouette becomes clearer under the lantern's glow—a tall man with a distinctive smirk she recognizes all too well. Her heart quickens, a mix of unease and apprehension tightening her chest.
"Not him," she whispers, stepping back into the cover of a nearby tree. The murmur of their conversation is just out of earshot, but the timbre of the man's voice confirms her suspicions. She cannot afford an encounter with him.
Glancing around to ensure she's unobserved, Shi Min retreats the way she came, her mind racing. The fact that Mo of all people is meeting with that man complicates matters further. Trust is a scarce commodity in Pezijil, and now it seems even thinner.
She winds through the city's labyrinthine streets, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon her. Shadows stretch long across the alleys, and the distant sounds of revelry from taverns contrast starkly with her somber mood.
Reaching the guesthouse where Naci and her companions are staying, Shi Min pauses at the entrance. The guards nod respectfully as she passes. She ascends the wooden stairs, the polished banister cool beneath her fingers. Stopping before the door to the Tepr chamber, she takes a steadying breath before knocking lightly.
A moment later, the door opens to reveal Temej, his eyes wary but polite. "Governor Shi Min," he says with a slight bow. "Is everything alright?"
She offers a reassuring smile. "Yes, thank you. I wanted to ensure the Khan and her companions are comfortable."
Naci appears behind Temej, her expression gracious. "Governor, how kind of you to check on us. Please, come in."
Shi Min steps into the room, noting the cozy arrangement. Lanterns cast a soft glow over the plush furnishings, and the scent of jasmine lingers in the air. Lanau sits by the window, gazing out at the city lights, while Fol reclines on a cushioned bench.
"I trust the accommodations are satisfactory?" Shi Min asks.
"More than satisfactory," Naci replies, her tone diplomatic. "You've been most generous."
Shi Min nods. "I'm pleased to hear that. If there's anything else you require, please don't hesitate to ask."
An awkward silence settles briefly before Shi Min continues. "I wanted to inform you that we will depart for the imperial city at dawn. Arrangements have been made for your audience with the emperor."
Naci inclines her head. "We appreciate your efforts on our behalf."
"It's my duty," Shi Min responds. She hesitates, then adds, "Rest well. Tomorrow will be a significant day."
"Indeed," Naci agrees, her eyes meeting Shi Min's with an unreadable expression.
With a final nod, Shi Min takes her leave, closing the door softly behind her. The sound of her footsteps fades down the corridor.
Inside the chamber, a moment of silence stretches among the group. Temej exhales, tension evident in his posture. "Well, that was... cordial."
"She's hiding something," Lanau remarks, turning away from the window. "Did you see the way she hesitated?"
Naci shrugs lightly. "Everyone here is hiding something."
Temej sighs. "At least we know we're leaving this gilded cage in the morning."
"Are we?" Naci asks, a hint of mischief in her tone.
Temej eyes her warily. "What are you thinking?"
She rises gracefully, smoothing her tunic. "I think it's time we explored this city a bit."
He stands up abruptly. "Naci, that's not wise. There are guards everywhere. We're being watched."
She smiles slyly. "All the more reason to stretch our legs. Can't let them think we're tame. Nothing weird, just a little stroll."
Temej steps into her path. "This is risky. If they catch you—"
She places a hand on his shoulder. "Brother, have a little faith. I won't get caught in my city."
Fol stands up from his seat. "I'll come with you."
Naci leans against the window frame, her eyes reflecting the city's glow. She turns to her companions, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"You know," she begins lightly, "you should all come after all."
Temej crosses her arms. "And what about the guards? They're not exactly rolling out the red carpet for our evening stroll."
Naci grins. "That's where the fun begins. We just need to be... discreet."
Lanau chuckles. "A stealth mission? Count me in."
Temej hesitates. "I don't like the idea of leaving our eagles behind in a foreign place."
Naci nods thoughtfully. "True, but if the soldiers hear them from outside, they'll assume we're still here. It works to our advantage."
As they gather their cloaks and prepare to leave, the door creaks open, and Lizi slips inside. She raises an eyebrow at the sight of them. "Planning a little adventure without me?"
Naci laughs softly. "Wouldn't dream of it."
They huddle together, whispering plans. The guesthouse is well-guarded, but Naci has observed the soldiers' patterns. She outlines a route that takes them through a servants' corridor and out a side entrance rarely used at night.
"Ready?" she whispers.
They nod in unison. Moving silently, they make their way through dimly lit hallways. The muffled sounds of the guards' conversation drift from the front entrance, providing cover for their escape. As they approach the side door, Naci peeks around the corner.
"All clear," she mouths.
They slip outside into a narrow alley, the cool night air wrapping around them. Temej releases a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "I can't believe that worked."
Naci winks. "Never underestimate a Khan's resourcefulness."
They merge into the flow of pedestrians on the main street, pulling their hoods low to blend in. The city pulses with life—market stalls still open, street performers entertaining clusters of onlookers, and the aroma of exotic spices wafting through the air.
Lanau's eyes widen as they pass a troupe of acrobats flipping through hoops of fire. "This place is incredible," she murmurs.
Fol points to a nearby courtyard where musicians play lively tunes on unfamiliar instruments. "Can we check this out?"
Drawn by the music, they wander into the courtyard. Lanterns strung overhead cast a warm glow, illuminating dancers swaying in colorful attire. The energy is infectious, and soon Fol and Lizi are clapping along to the rhythm.
Temej chuckles. "I didn't imagine the imperial capital would be like that."
As they explore, vendors call out, displaying trinkets and delicacies. Lanau pauses at a stall selling intricate beadwork. She admires a bracelet woven with shimmering threads.
"Go ahead," Naci encourages. "Treat yourself."
Lanau grins and hands a few coins to the vendor, slipping the bracelet onto her wrist. "It's beautiful."
They continue down the bustling street, but after a while, Lanau's expression shifts. She pats her side, concern creeping into her voice. "Wait, my pouch—it's gone!"
Fol spins around. "What? When did you last have it?"
"At the bead stall," she says anxiously. "It must have been taken."
Naci scans the crowd, her gaze sharp. "Pickpockets. They can't have gone far."
Spotting a small figure darting between stalls, Lanau points. "There!"
They give chase, weaving through the throng of people. The child is quick, slipping through gaps too narrow for adults, but they keep up, determination fueling their pursuit.
The streets grow narrower as they enter the outskirts of Pezijil. The grandeur fades into worn buildings and dimly lit alleys. The child disappears around a corner, and they follow, finding themselves in a quiet courtyard surrounded by dilapidated structures.
A group of children emerges from the shadows, forming a loose circle around them. Their faces are smudged with dirt, eyes wary yet defiant. At their center stands a girl dressed in finer and cleaner clothes than the rest. She twirls a scythe attached to a chain with practiced ease, the metal glinting ominously.
Fol steps forward, hand on the hilt of his blade. "Return what you stole," he demands.
The children shift uneasily, but the girl with the scythe laughs, a high, mocking sound. "Look what we have here! Lost, are we?"
Lanau holds up her hands placatingly. "We don't want trouble. Just give back the pouch, and we'll be on our way."
The girl tilts her head, eyes gleaming. "Tepr dogs, far from your little tents. What brings you to our city?"
Naci steps forward calmly. "We're here on official business."
The girl smirks. "Official? With pirates, no less. Word travels fast."
Temej glances at Naci, surprised. "How did she—"
"Children hear everything," Naci replies quietly.
The girl swings the scythe in a lazy arc. "So tell me, do you really think you can waltz in here and make demands?"
Fol tightens his grip on his weapon. "We won't ask again."
At the sight of his blade, some of the children take a step back, fear flickering across their faces. The girl notices and clicks her tongue. "Stand your ground! He's just waving metal around."
Naci raises a hand to Fol. "Peace." She turns to the girl. "What's your name?"
"Meicao," the girl replies curtly.
"Meicao," Naci repeats gently. "We don't wish to harm anyone. My friend lost something important. We'd like it back."
Meicao shrugs. "Finders keepers."
Naci studies her, noting the too-thin frame beneath the fancy clothes, the hardness in her eyes that doesn't match her age. "You and your friends—do you live here?"
Meicao narrows her eyes. "Why do you care?"
"Because I see strength in you," Naci says sincerely. "But I also see that life hasn't been kind."
Meicao scoffs. "Spare me your pity."
"It's not pity," Naci counters. "It's understanding. The empire's corruption reaches even its youngest citizens."
At this, Meicao bursts into laughter.
Naci steps closer, undeterred. "I come from a place where people struggle against those who exploit them. Different lands, same story."
Meicao's laughter fades, replaced by a guarded expression. "So what? You can't change anything."
"Maybe not alone," Naci admits. "But together, people can make a difference."
The other children exchange glances, uncertainty creeping in.
Lanau speaks up softly. "We know what it's like to go without. But stealing from each other only continues the cycle."
Meicao glances at her companions, then back at Naci. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because I believe in fairness," Naci replies. "And I think you do too. This religious pattern on your sleeve tells me so."
A tense moment passes. Finally, Meicao sighs dramatically. "Fine. Give her back the pouch."
One of the younger children steps forward hesitantly, holding out Lanau's pouch. Lanau accepts it with a grateful nod. "Thank you."
Fol relaxes, releasing his hold on his weapon. "Was that so hard?"
Meicao rolls her eyes. "Don't push your luck."
Naci smiles warmly. "We appreciate your understanding."
Meicao crosses her arms. "Don't expect a warm welcome everywhere you go. Not everyone is as accommodating as me."
"I'll keep that in mind," Naci replies.
Temej steps forward. "Perhaps we can offer you something in return."
Meicao raises an eyebrow. "We're not beggars."
"Of course not," he agrees. "But allies help each other."
She considers this, then shrugs. "Suit yourself."
Naci reaches into her cloak, pulling out a small token carved from bone. She hands it to Meicao. "A symbol of friendship."
Meicao turns it over in her hand, feigning indifference. "It's... decent craftsmanship."
Naci chuckles. "Take care, Meicao. Perhaps our paths will cross again."
"Maybe," the girl replies noncommittally.
As they turn to leave, Meicao calls after them. "Hey!"
They glance back.
"Watch your backs in this city," she warns. "It's full of vipers."
Naci nods appreciatively. "Advice taken."
They make their way back through the winding streets, the encounter leaving them contemplative.
Meicao retraces her steps through the winding alleys. The distant hum of the marketplace fades behind her, replaced by the soft rustle of her boots against the cobblestones. She twirls the bone token between her fingers, the smooth surface cool against her skin.
Under a flickering lantern, she pauses, holding the token up to the light. The intricate carvings catch her eye—a delicate pattern she hadn't noticed before. A strange feeling stirs within her, unsettling and unfamiliar.
"Hmph," she mutters, and turns to a small boy lingering nearby.
"Here," she says curtly, tossing the token to him.
He fumbles but manages to catch it, eyes wide with surprise. "For me?"
"I don't need it," she replies, already turning away. "Don't lose it."
The boy clutches the token to his chest, watching as Meicao disappears into the shadows.
She navigates the maze of backstreets with practiced ease, the city's heartbeat pulsing beneath her feet. As she approaches the affluent district, the buildings grow taller, their facades adorned with intricate carvings and gilded accents. The scent of jasmine and incense hangs heavy in the air.
Scaling a low wall, she slips into a secluded garden, ducking behind a cluster of flowering bushes. Lantern light spills across manicured lawns, illuminating a pair of figures engaged in hushed conversation on a nearby terrace.
Meicao settles into the shadows, patience etched into her posture. Minutes stretch by as the two men exchange words too soft to discern. Finally, one of them—a tall man with a graceful bearing—bids farewell and descends the marble steps.
She waits until he's passed beneath a canopy of cherry blossoms before dropping silently from her perch. Keeping to the edges of the light, she trails him along a winding path lined with stone lanterns.
As he moves beyond the glow of the last lantern, she steps beside him. "Evening strolls alone can be dangerous, you know."
The man doesn't startle. Instead, he chuckles softly. "Meicao," he says, his voice smooth and rich. "Punctual as always."
She tilts her head, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. "How'd you know I was there, Yile?"
He casts a sidelong glance at her, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "There's no one in the empire with a sharper murderous intent than you. I'd recognize it anywhere."
She snorts, rolling her eyes. "Flattery won't get you off the hook."
"Who said I wanted off?" he replies lightly.
They walk in unhurried silence, the gravel crunching softly underfoot. The murmurs of the city fade into the background, leaving only the whisper of the night breeze through the trees.
Yile slips his hands into his sleeves. "So, anything interesting happen tonight?"
Meicao shrugs, kicking a loose pebble down the path. "Ran into some northern barbarians."
He raises an eyebrow, genuine curiosity flickering across his face. "That's not a sight you see every day."
"Tell me about it," she says. "One of them—a woman—carried herself like she owned the place. Made me laugh more than I have in a while."
Yile's steps slow, and he turns to face her fully. His eyes search hers, a spark of intrigue ignited. "A woman? With such attitude?"
She nods, frowning slightly at his sudden intensity. "Yeah. Unusual, right?"
He pauses, the silence stretching between them. Then, with unexpected swiftness, he steps forward and wraps her in a brief, heartfelt embrace.
"Thank you," he murmurs against her hair. "You've done well."
She stiffens, pulling back to glare at him. "What the hell are you up to?"
He laughs softly, a genuine warmth in the sound. "Meicao, you've just given me the most valuable piece of news I've heard in months."
She narrows her eyes, suspicion coloring her tone. "Care to explain?"
He meets her gaze, a satisfied smile curving his lips. "The Khan is in town."
She blinks many times, processing his words.