To describe this gathering as festive would be a grave understatement. For mere commoners, this world behind the glided walls is beyond their comprehension.
A vast pool of wine stretches the entire length of the grand palace, while the surrounding trees host hanging roasted meat, easily accessible to anyone reaching out. Men and women bathe freely in the wine pool, succumbing to excess.
Some bodies are seen floating in the pool of wine, dead or alive, no one actually knows.
With such extravagance and debauchery, it would intimidate even the most indecent aristocrats. Yet, this display of unrestrained indulgence would incur the scorn of all Earth Sages, including the deceased. Despite their absence from the governor's court, the regular ministers still adhere to the important culture of gift-giving.
Aside from exquisite silk robes and ivories from rare beasts, the loyal ministers also presented objects such as prized porcelain vases to Governor Ji Gongsheng. As usual, the customs of the Earth Kingdom encourage reward in the form of generosity. Any who came here with gifts are naturally rewarded in gold and silver ounces. There is a silent competition, an unspoken desire to outdo each other in the field of gift giving. As loyal as these ministers may be, vying for the governor's favor and advancing their political careers is always on their minds.
Ji Gongsheng is busying examining a poem inscribed on a golden plaque. It is written by a poet from the Earth Kingdom's most prominent golden era, which is also the golden era for poetry itself. In one lifetime, the man named Li Hei has written countless masterpieces, all of which echoed throughout history. It was a lifetime of unprecedented prosperity and prestige for the Earth Kingdom, but this poet was also unfortunate enough to experience the end due to only one rebellious general.
"I always enjoyed Li Hei's works, pity that the youngsters these days are too preoccupied with pointless pleasures!"
Ji Gongsheng's words prompted some glances between the ministers, who refrained from irony in the presence of wine and roasted meat. As so, the next gift is presented.
"My dear governor!" a younger minister bowed. "As usual, your servant has fallen short. I was unable to procure you a gift valued in gold or jade!"
Before the other ministers can relish in laughter, a piece of fabric is discarded, revealing a giant wooden statue that depicts an armored figure. Many members of the governor's court are stunned. The timber used to craft this gift is made from pure rosewood, a rare and expensive material in its own right. The polished carving of the armored warrior wielding a deadly glaive instantly impressed the governor. The figure wears what seems to be a heavy suit of metal, covered in a masked helmet that only depicts anger. Although not alive, everyone can feel the imposing strength and wrath of that mask. But there was also a sense of fear and judgment.
"Oh my, such refined craftmanship!" Ji Gongsheng commented. "Which deity is this?"
The minister responded candidly. "My lordship, this man isn't a deity, he is a general from the north, the commander during the Battle of Honghai."
A small cluster of officials surrounded the governor, whispering into his ears, reminding him of recent events outside the state of Shang. In an era of chaos and turmoil, rarely have there been a military victory as fondly remembered as that particular battle up north. While warlords are too focused on trying to eradicate each other, bands of pirates ravage the coasts. Those seafaring cutthroats knows that their presence is mostly unopposed. It did not matter if it was small villages or seaside cities, these marauders spare no one.
One infamous pirate warlord was the scourge that plagued the Mo Ce sea. Bringing pillage to any settlements that dares to live near his vicinity. But greed blinded his judgement, thinking that an unprotected Air Monastery filled with nuns would be an easy target for plunder. That day was many, many years ago. Peasants would still sing tales about how the unexpected defenders managed to fend off a horde which is vastly superior in number.
The young minister quickly showered some praises to the governor, hoping no misunderstanding would occur. "My lordship, this statue reminds me of your valor and strength! While your sagely reign and wisdom is important to the daily functions of our wonderful state, we must not forget about your military might. Today, you have once again shown us your strength to lead an army as vast as the ocean itself. With such martial vigor, it is inevitable that the state of Shang shall become the regional hegemon. It is only a matter of time when the ancestors shall shower you with a great destiny. Soon, all the surrounding warlords shall pay their respects to someone favored by the heavens!"
Ji Gongsheng cannot help but laugh with joy. Pleased with this flattery, he rewarded the man generously.
"Valor and strength?" a rough voice interrupted this festive mood. "You can enjoy that without toying with my caravan!"
The ministers grimaced at such an audacious remark. In the presence of the state's governor, respect and filial piety must be demonstrated, yet this barbarian ignored all protocols.
"I tell you, Temujin, stop making a fuss!" Ji Gongsheng said as he sat down near the other guests and devoured some roasted meat. "It was just a small misunderstanding! At least none of your men were lost! It's not like I am petty enough to hold you accountable over some dead soldiers."
Sitting near the governor's personal table, the Khan is surrounded by countless feasting nobles in the city of Hao Jing. Despite Ji Gongsheng's many moral transgressions and misuse of the alarm beacons, he is one of few who allows a nomad to eat with them. Whether if that is due to some genuine sagacious virtues or an apathetic attitude, it is irrelevant. Trade is important, that is all.
For a whole hour, the Khan and the governor went back and forth, pushing the responsibility onto each other while somehow finding the time to at least quench their thirst with expensive wine. A frustrating aspect is Ji Gongsheng's denial of the consequences incurred from the fighting earlier. One of the governor's vassals punctured a sky-bison saddle using a siege crossbow. While no harm was done, it nearly killed a guest who is traveling alongside them.
"Alright! Alright!" The governor compromised with a mouthful of food. "I went overboard this time. Never again will I play this prank again."
Temujin reluctantly sipped some wine. Of course, how can anyone know where the wine on this table came from?
"This isn't the first time you played this trick to entertain a woman," Temujin reminded harshly. "Humiliating your nobles is a dangerous thing. Don't forget, subjects who suddenly no longer recognize your authority is quite troublesome to deal with. Trust me, the steppe and cities have many differences, but treason isn't one of them.
As usual, the fatuous man himself failed to listen to this basic advice. Many nobles and ministers even stood up and once again pledge their undying loyalty to Ji Gongsheng. Such theater annoyed the Khan.
In an idealistic world proposed by the sages, the ruler would seek wisdom from a retinue of loyal ministers. Men of great talent and clout would dispense their knowledge so that the sovereign may decide on the next course of action. But one cannot help but notice that this idealized image is absent here. Many of the governor's ministers are too busying swimming in the pool of wine, indulging on their desires instead of demonstrating culturally acceptable behaviors. None of them seems to be concerned about the repercussions of constantly humiliating various clans and abusing the emergency beacons.
One minister hurried to the governor's side and presented himself through a humble bow. After uttering some exaggerated flattery and praises to Ji Gongsheng's supposedly sagely governance, the minister unraveled a parchment.
"My lord," the minister addressed. "Your humble servant has discovered an artwork that matches what you have dreamt about!"
All eyes on the table are suddenly attracted to the painting, even the Khan is too curious to ignore it. The depiction of realistic mountains is devised using a distinctive style famous in Omashu, every stroke of the brush demonstrates tremendous artistic talent.
Instantly, Ji Gongsheng is elated. Temujin only observed with confusion as the obese man stood up and ordered that the minister be rewarded with a thousand ounce of gold.
"My lord, you are sagacious!" praised all the ministers.
Just like that, an official earnt a thousand ounce of gold with a piece of parchment. One of the governor's advisors explained to the Khan that the local shaman foretold a great calamity will strike Hao Jing. An Earthquake that has affected the city previously is interpreted as a bad omen of impending danger, the specifics of which is not known.
"Since the day that old hag has spat out so much gibberish, us loyal ministers have worked day and night trying to alleviate our beloved governor's stress," said the advisor while pouring another cup of wine for the nomad. "Our lordship told us, one of his dreams depicted a beautiful mountain. The arrival of such a painting is surely a sign from the heavens that his reign is favored by the spirits themselves. This is the interpretation of our new shaman."
Temujin is too tired to even try to understand such convoluted logic. His tribe has shamans too, and the Kheshig also venerate the ancestors and the Eternal Sky. Certain local rulers are definitely more superstitious than others, but at least this one in Hao Jing isn't too outrageous. The Khan has seen worst cases.
"But even so," the advisor emphasized. "We have to make an offering to the ancestors, just in case."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," the nomad said casually.
As the governor demonstrates gratitude to the minister who bought the painting, the teenager in elaborate robe sat in a table far from here. Although being surrounded with extravagant food available to the nobles, she did not have any appetite. She is not the first, and probably not the last.
As the Khan wishes to demand some more compensation from the governor's personal advisor, Ji Gongsheng's attention turned to a group of emissaries arriving from the gate.
Men in grey clothing presented themselves. Almost immediately, they introduced a different style of presence compared to the regular people on this continent. The Khan and other invited merchants watched them cautiously, noticing that the guards near the entrance did not confiscate their weapons. It appears that they enjoy a certain level of privilege that not even local nobles can possess. Regardless, if a frequent traveler must not possess his saber in the governor's presence, why are these strangers being showered with more exemptions?
The leader of the delegation is from the west. With a pair of glasses and well-groomed hair, he walked forth to be personally greeted by Governor Ji Gongsheng and the entourage of minsters. Yet, the newcomers did not pay much heed to their exceptional courtesy.
The governor then bowed to the men in grey clothing, causing Temujin and other merchants to be dazed with confusion. Traditional customs dictate traders to show respect to a local sovereign, even paying tribute as a prerequisite for trade. Here they are, witnessing some faraway delegation being instantly hailed like the most esteemed guests.
The Khan narrowed his eyes. Fellow merchants from afar even quietly grumbled at the governor's rather unfair treatment. Many outside guests invited to the event are those who spent years and decades in carefully cultivating relations with this trading city. It is indeed offensive to see their hard work being usurped by some foreigners.
"What an auspicious day!" Ji Gongsheng demonstrated the utmost hospitality. "Honored guests from afar, please make yourselves at home! We have long awaited your arrival!"
The emissaries took the seats reserved for them, filled with gold utensils that only the governor enjoys. A man in a colorless suit and a pair of round spectacles sat not too far away from the Khan. In broad daylight, the governor discussed what seems to be an important transaction between two parties, making other merchants further seething in irritation.
"I heard many legends about the generosity of Ji Gongsheng," said the lead delegate while looking at the golden utensils. "It seems those rumors are indeed true."
Even the most mundane and uninteresting praises can fan the governor's ego. Ji Gongsheng laughed boisterously, welcoming these esteemed guests like relatives who haven't visit for years. The governor even specifically ordered larger cuts of meat to be served to them, and the entertaining musicians played their tones louder in a style that locals do not understand. Like many people across this vast and diverse continent, the Khan is very wary towards these men from the west, especially the leader of this delegation.
After enduring some obligatory speeches and self-gratifying words from the sovereign himself, Ji Gongsheng and his ministers exchanged parchments with written agreements approved by the state's seal. Apparently, some land just outside of Hao Jing has been sold to whatever organization that the emissaries represent. The Khan simply watched while drinking a cup wine, eyes fixated on a large suitcase of paper money passed from a man in grey suit to one of the governor's advisors. Of course, while Ji Gongsheng may have a tiny aspect of an idealized sagely ruler, a sedentary leader treating a nomad as an important dignitary is still a great exception. But as for these men from the west? The governor behaves like an inferior in front of them. Whenever the ministers bowed to these guests, this courtesy wasn't reciprocated.
"With this agreement, our two great states shall foster greater ties!" Ji Gongsheng proclaimed with adulation. Immediately, all the ministers showered him with praises. But the emissaries only stared without much reaction, some tried to stomach the food while others are unbothered by the events around them.
As the men in grey suits settled down, trying to enjoy whatever bluntly entertainment that fits their taste, Temujin arrived, asking about the money.
"I see that you have given these folks a piece of land outside the city, and they have given you a bunch of worthless paper, what a fair trade!" The Khan feigned ignorance and sarcasm, pretending to be a simple barbarian who does not understand commerce. Most nomads are familiar with the different currencies that flows throughout the world. Gold, silver, all metals used to facilitate trade are familiar to them, and that even includes the shell currencies used by their two esteemed guests. Yet, currency made of mere paper remains an anomaly that few Kheshig is receptive about. Except for one or two youngsters amongst the tribe, all the older generations remain skeptical of paper money's true value.
"Ugh, seriously, how can a barbarian like you understand such sophisticated transaction!" Ji Gongsheng scoffed with mild annoyance. "Can't you see that these papers are used by the most sophisticated people? They are just as valuable as gold!"
"Very light too!" one of the ministers added.
Temujin sipped his wine, eyeing the pink-colored paper bills. Each one bore the image of a very prominent Air Nomad, which was supposed to be the last one. His legendary feats have inspired generations and is also a key figure who created the entity that the emissaries came from.
The Khan smirked at the money adorned with the Air Nomad's image. "What a great ascetic."
Ji Gongsheng ordered his advisor to relocate the case of money. After Temujin refilled his cup, the two engaged in a casual chat, the nomad subtly hinting at compensation for the day's earlier incident.
"A sagely ruler knows when to compensate at the right time, I don't suppose you would pay one of my herdsmen for the damages caused by lighting up the beacons, would you?"
This appeal to Ji Gongsheng's ego fell short. Perhaps compensating a common herdsman sounds less enticing than receiving money from wealthier guests. Generosity, it seemed, was relative. Perhaps it might be harder for the governor to maintain his image of a sagely ruler if Khenbish and his family personally shows up to the event. In the meantime, the Khan simply engaged in some seamlessly pointless conversations.
"Correct me if I am wrong, governor, but wasn't there a grave built on the piece of land you just sold?" Temujin inquired. "I thought you sedentary folks are even more serious than us nomads when it comes to venerating the ancestors."
While Earth Kingdom ancestor worship is a very common practice regardless of ethnicity, the settled people place a higher emphasis mostly due to their stationary lifestyle. Elaborate graves and tombs are clear signs of their dedication. Which is why the blatant disrespect to a resting place of locals did surprise the nomad slightly.
"Ancestors?" Ji Gongsheng sounded incredulous. "I am more than serious about my worshiping my ancestors. Only they can help me avert whatever bad omen that stupid hag named Meng is predicting."
The advisor then clarified that the city of Hao Jing always remains respectful to the proud lineage that have reigned over the state. Yearly sacrifices and offering to appease the spirits of the ancestors would never cease.
"The plot of land sold to our esteemed guests was deemed unimportant," said the advisor while Ji Gongsheng feasted away. "The fate of the graves in that area wouldn't incur the wrath of the ancestors. There is nothing we should fear."
"Not important?" The Khan is confused. "You seriously believe that those men purchased a worthless piece of land for no particular reason? Why worry about the dead when it is the living that will challenge you?"
Ji Gongsheng, engrossed in his food, didn't hear the Khan's straightforward statement. The advisor and his ministers looked at each other. Of course, why would these dignified officials of the state be entertaining the folly of a mere barbarian chief? Similarly, the Khan himself tries not to get too embroiled in the local politics.
As Temujin enjoyed some more wine, a scuffle near the gatehouse caught his attention. Rows of guards stopped an elderly woman from entering. The old hag in pink robe offered a great resistance. But eventually they did manage to apprehend her, allowing others through after disarming them temporarily.
Two Kheshig tribesmen approached the Khan.
"Ah, you two arrived. Good, with eyewitnesses, we will go to that governor and demand a-"
"What are those people doing?"
Satchiko voiced her question before the herdsmen could speak. The Kyoshi Warrior stared at the extravagant scene. A pool of wine, meat hanging from trees, and people lying in the liquid while plucking roasted ribs. Even for Mayumi, this is a rather bewildering moment. As the Khan and two adults Kheshig tried to negotiate a compensation from the governor, the youngsters are left trying to understand this weird gathering. Judging by the reaction, even Sarangerel has never set foot here before.
"Marvelous, isn't it?" The merchant Lu Buwei already helped himself with a bowl of liquor. "There is more wine than water here. Since Ji Gongsheng is so generous, why not exploit this opportunity for a free drink?"
"The water in the pool, are those... all wine?" Satchiko cannot fathom so much alcohol in one place. Like many things back home, wine is a valuable commodity that is consumed sparingly. Even the winehouse in the village do not have enough reserves to fill up such an expansive space here.
"And they are swimming in it?" Mayumi asked, shocked by the obvious. "The ministers are fine with this?"
So much debauchery and excessive pleasure is on display. The nobles who indulge in such activities are blurring the lines of decency. At this point, the youngsters are too afraid to ask if the lifeless bodies on the pool's surface are drunkards or fresh corpses.
Lu Buwei dismissed Mayumi's concern. "The ministers are obviously fine with this pool of excess. I spotted a few of them drenched in wine on the way here."
The merchant is certainly more carefree than the three youngsters who are consumed with disbelief. Sarangerel looked around her, realizing that Batu is nowhere to be found.
"Where is my brother?" she grew slightly worried. "He better not be doing what I think he is doing!"
Satchiko spotted the stubby boy climbing one of the trees. Thankfully, he is just trying to reach for some hanging meat. Not a single glance is dedicated to the pool area.
"At least that boy has the spirit!" Lu Buwei remarked with humor. "Realizing a good opportunity like that while not being distracted would make him a good merchant material."
Sarangerel went over to bring the little kid back here. Of course, Batu cannot help but retrieved a few more roasted ribs for them all to enjoy.
"No thanks," Satchiko kindly declined. She still has the skewered fruits in her hand.
Batu enjoyed some roasted meat as their parents are talking with the governor. Mayumi and Satchiko carefully navigated the palace ground, with the merchant tagging alone to provide some brief explanation on this weird place, and these indulgent nobles.
"Why the sore faces? It is just a little party organized by the governor before the ritual sacrifice to the ancestors." Lu Buwei noticed their perplexed expression, musing at their naivety. "Sure, these partygoers are weird and indecent at first glance. But it's not like they are trying to bother you two specifically. I know for sure that the genuinely righteous Earth Sages would be disgusted by the sight of people bathing in a literal pool of wine. I am certain that such acts will be slandered for thousands of years. But in times of chaos, the act of mere indulgence alone would be the least of your worries. These nobles like to be drunk, but at least they are not dangerous by themselves."
Compared to bandits and pillaging armies across this continent, nobles that excessively indulge in wine is indeed less troublesome to deal with. Unfortunately, farmers would still suffer harshly if their overlords mismanaged the lands. But for merchant like Lu Buwei? Wealthy customers are better than the ones that robs directly.
The older Kyoshi Warrior carefully observed the entire palace ground. Never has she saw so many delicacies and wine all in one place. For the sisters, it truly felt that all the best food in this world has been summoned just for this occasion. Aside from the wealthiest nobles in Hao Jing, there are also state ministers attending the event. While none of them appears to be Earth Sages, those senior members of the government are supposed to be wise and righteous, upholding the moral and cultural norms from the Earth Kingdom's ancient past. Yet, here they are, defiling their official garbs with the stain of spilled wine and oily grease. Members of the gentry showed no respect for protocol, voraciously devouring the feast without proper manners.
Amongst this sea of indulgence is the minister who purchased the White Scholar's painting. The artwork is already gifted to the governor, in return, the man sunk his bony hands into a large chest of gold that worthed much more than what was expended. It is true, gaining a sovereign's favor from those in power can be much more profitable than an honest living. It seems that working for Ji Gongsheng alone is a very lucrative investment that will yield plenty of returns.
A pool of wine and meat hanging from tree branches is indeed otherworldly for mere peasants. To experience this level of pleasure and indulgence would be like paradise in an era where starvation and death is part of life. Yet, someone who understands this opportunity does not seem interested to exploit it. The middle-aged man in question appears more knowledgeable on how to garner the governor's favoritism, but a life of endless feasts and luxury did not seem to be adequate.
"You are a very dangerous person, merchant," Mayumi stated directly. "A pool of wine and an endless supply of food doesn't seem enough for you, isn't it?"
Satchiko remains naive throughout all of this. Lu Buwei simply sipped his beverage and pondered. If even the prospect of working for royalty cannot entice this bold and adventurous opportunist, then what he is aiming for? What would be a more lucrative investment than serving a monarch?
"The air of Omashu doesn't fit me too well," Lu Buwei mused. "If a mere jade and pearl merchant like me do not understand patience, then the opportunity might not show itself at the right moment."
The philosophy of Neutral Jing can be applied beyond Earthbending. In battles, negotiations, and even waiting for a golden business opportunity. But there is only so much world leaders in this world that can serve as investment opportunities, and it seems this merchant isn't satisfied with the ones currently available, not even the prestigious Omashu monarchy.
An opportunist like this one should play with fire carefully, considering that the merchant class is deemed the lowest in the eyes of the Earth Sages. If working for the royalty is not his goal, then between a sovereign monarch and the heavens can only be one individual, and history has shown that most who tried to be their benefactor often ends in infamy.
"A word of advice," Lu Buwei said to the Kyoshi Warriors. "Attendees to a party organized by the state's governor should act in proper conduct."
Mayumi glanced at the table headed by Ji Gongsheng. Even the fearsome Khan, ever so frightening in battle, is relegate to an ordinary guest in the presence of the nobles and ministers of Hao Jing.
"We can at least get some more food, sister," Mayumi reluctantly suggested.
Since they came with Khenbish and Saran, the two quietly inserted themselves onto seats near the nomads. But of course, the likes of them have no experience in attending a gathering mostly composed of society's most aristocratic members.
Satchiko, who is always voracious for food, felt uncomfortable opening her mouth too wide. She is not afraid of being judged as uncultured, but the unsightly surrounding of indulgence made her hesitate to eat in a carefree manner.
"Eat up!" Batu suggested. Unlike others, he couldn't care less, taking this opportunity to have some roasted fish caught from the river. In obligatory fashion, his sister must constantly remind him to at least not smudge the mouth.
"I suppose this is a rare occasion," Sarangerel said with a sigh. Across the table, she found a green jar made of green glass, pouring a cup of purple liquid for Mayumi.
Mayumi carefully smelled the liquid. This strange wine is rumored to be from the city of Li Qian. It is indeed out of this world, a drink of fermented grape stored in exotic greenish glassware. Such things must be hard to come by.
After tasting a small sip, the older Kyoshi Warrior remarked about its flavor, which is obviously different from wine made from rice and barley.
"How do I know it tastes good?" Without prior knowledge or other similar wine for comparison, Mayumi is unsure how to judge a drink made with fermented grape. But to most attendees of this gathering, the heavy expense to procure such beverage is beyond what normal people can accomplish. Each jar of such rare wine drains the coffers, but it only serves to galvanize the governor's image of a generous and sagely sovereign.
"Anyone can develop a fine understanding of what is correct," one of the emissaries from the west said. "It depends on whether they are willing to abandon their lesser sophistication."
Mayumi instantly narrowed her eyes, cautious towards the man in grey clothing. She gently tapped Satchiko's shoulder, implying that any interaction with these men from afar would be unwise. The delegation guests are positioned on the other side of this long feasting table, making them hard to ignore.
"I see that you are both Kyoshi Warriors," the one with glasses continued. "To think I would see two on the continent itself, what a rare sight."
Mayumi made no effort to react, neither did Satchiko. While the Kyoshi Warriors are a secluded and lesser-known group, there are still people out there in the world who are aware of their existence.
"We have no intention of speaking with strangers," Mayumi replied coldly.
The guards have already confiscated most of their weapons. But the sentries of the governor's personal residence did not consider their golden fans as tools of assassination. Their glinting blades are perceived as simple accessories. One of such weapons is placed on the table, Satchiko put it near a plate of roasted hog, which intrigued the dignitary with glasses.
"Fascinating," he said plainly. "I don't suppose I may examine it?"
This very simple request immediately raised the tension. Mayumi tried her hardest not to glare. As for Satchiko, even she isn't naive enough to be complacent. Despite mostly uninvolved in their island's governance, they are still children to leading figures. News that some fishermen from another village was attacked by grey clothing individuals is not easily forgotten.
"These metal fans are sacred," Mayumi warned. "We do not allow everyone to handle them."
At least, not allowing people they do not trust.
"Insolence!" yelled the governor from the head of this long table. "How dare you youngsters disrespect our esteemed guests! Hand it over!"
Satchiko couldn't say anything as one of her metal fans is given to the dignitary in grey suit, she fumed internally as the slim man opened and closed the weapon like a toy. Judging by the situation, it would be imprudent to provoke another altercation with a local governor. In this case, such actions will also affect the interests of the Kheshig. If it wasn't for the current social environment, she would never allow others to even hold the metal fan.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Choman," Lu Buwei ambushed the conversation, looking at the grey suited dignitary who is holding the metal weapon. The merchant appears amused by this situation, here to watch the show like an avid fan of comedy. "I see what you are trying to accomplish, it is indeed a great investment that will yield great profit, assuming it isn't a sinking ship in disguise."
The dignitary in glasses appeared slightly irritated. But the silence only made Lu Buwei continue the subtle taunting.
"I heard that you are planning to excavate some graves to reach the profit below, now I see a grown man stealing trinkets from little girls," Lu Buwei sipped some wine and continued. "I hope your personal desecration pays off in the end. As a seasoned businessman, I have seen many childish dreams crushed and burn. Putting all your eggs inside an idyllic fortress on a lonely hill isn't exactly the wisest."
The man named Choman remained silent for a while before offering his own response.
"That fortress is no mere farmhouse. It is a shining light in a world of hopelessness. It is no childish dream if it manifested in the first place. I suppose the likes of you can never understand the virtues of the founding fathers, whose wisdom stretches far greater than mere greedy merchants."
Choman's tone is sentimental and serious, but the carefree merchant simply drank some more wine, casually mocking the dignitary in a manner that the two Kyoshi Warriors couldn't even understand. In hindsight, no one else but the two men seems to comprehend the exact meaning behind their somewhat philosophical conversation. Without context, it just seems like petty businessmen trying to slander each other.
"And I suppose that only greedy people like me would realize what kind of investment is worth my time and effort. As for your dream? Don't forget that the virtues and wisdom you believe in are nothing more but the products of children." Lu Buwei suddenly put his hand on Choman's shoulder, surprising other members of the very important delegation. The snarky Lu Buwei said in a heavier voice. "I suppose the likes of you can never understand that listening to people with the minds of naive children isn't a worthy investment. I am just a merchant, but even inferior people like me understands that modelling absolutely everything in the world to fit the lens of a naive child is not the wisest choice."
A string of children sitting on a golden throne can lead to the ruination of the mightiest kingdoms. It is a simple but often ignored fact.
"Lu Buwei!" roared the governor. "Stop bothering the guests! You may be a regular face in Hao Jing, but there is a limit to how much shenanigans I would tolerate in the city!"
Some of the ministers quickly pacified Ji Gongsheng's rage, claiming that the merchant and the esteemed dignitary are old acquaintances. Naturally, the governor accepted the perceived explanation, both to appear sagacious but also to appease his concubine's desire for a more peaceful gathering.
As for what the merchant said to Choman, others can only guess what they are actually referring to. When people reached a certain level in society's hierarchy, even the nature of speech became the subject of refinement. When that occurs, the masses can no longer easily understand.
Uncomfortable in further remaining in presence of Choman, Satchiko stood up, searching for what they came here for. Followed by Mayumi, who arrived soon to accompany her, they came to fulfill a sudden and unexpected request by Aunt Meng, who isn't allowed into this exclusive gathering within the governor's personal compound.
"Look, there she is," Mayumi said, pointing at a lonely figure seated in the courtyard's corner. Judging by the rather neglected atmosphere surrounding that teen in ceremonial dress, it is presumed that she isn't the governor's relative. Even the guards accompanying her previously are nowhere to be found. "Sister, no need to get too close," Mayumi advised.
Satchiko retrieved an object from a hidden pocket within her armor. It is a small neckless made of jade. Before arriving here, Aunt Meng made a small detour to the city's poorest area, the slums. For a peasant household, jewelry is highly valuable, commonly serving as a family heirloom. Since the guards at the gate refuses to allow the fortuneteller passage, the stubborn elder can only delegate her task to someone else.
"Your family wants you to have this," Satchiko said to the teenager, who was just eating a bowl of stale millet porridge.
Quietly, the teenager accepts it. Despite being complete strangers, the two of them somehow can trust each other without even speaking much. Satchiko knew the other girl is grateful by this gesture. Perhaps sharing a similar age might have helped to ease any suspicions.
"So, uh," Satchiko started in an uncomfortable voice. At first, she was indeed overly naive, failing to recognize the gravity of the situation. It is only after hearing the merchant's casual remarks that they realize this teenager might not see tomorrow's sunlight.
The Kyoshi Warrior struggled to even begin a conversation. She wanted to say something reassuring but has never talked with someone in such a particular situation. Before Mayumi can intervene, Satchiko noticed the bowl of millet porridge. Compared to the tables of roasted meat, this is certainly not the best last meal a person can have.
"Here, have this one," Satchiko offered her the sweet hawberries on skewer.
The teenager was slightly perplexed but accepted it out of respect. Mayumi listened to this insignificant conversation from a distance, making sure that none of the guards would try to interrupt. But Satchiko's suggestion of rescuing this teenager from impending doom ranged the older sister's alarm. Unexpectedly, it was the girl in ceremonial robe that objected to this.
"No need, stranger, you given me the necklace is already a great blessing." The girl wears the small necklace made of jade, smiling slightly. It is later revealed that the annual sacrifice is a voluntarily act. Despite its cruelty, Satchiko is shocked to discover that there are plenty of people who are willing to participate. The merchant leisurely drinks his wine from a distance as the Kyoshi Warrior slowly grapples with the situation.
"What do you mean?" Satchiko asked incredulously. "The governor must have forced you to do this."
The girl shakes her head gently, dispelling Satchiko's assumptions. "Our city does attract many merchants, but recently the harvests have been terrible, and the governor believes that appeasing the ancestors may yield some timely rain. My family can't survive without food."
The Kyoshi Warrior swiped her eyes at all the meat and wine indulged by the nobles. If there is one thing she highly disagrees with Lu Buwei, it would be that indulgence is a lethal form of inaction itself. But for ordinary peasants, a bowl of millet or rice porridge would be a very nourishing meal. Naturally, not all harvests are guaranteed to be bountiful.
She turned back to the teen in ceremonial dress, hoping that somehow, she can convince her to not partake in this ritual. "Surely you don't actually think it would work. I don't think the ancestors would just help the people by just sacrificing a life!"
Between the two sisters, both demonstrates varying degrees of spirituality. Despite being a devotee to Kyoshi, Satchiko is never someone who entertains certain superstitions that cannot be immediately proven. Perhaps this trait runs in the family, but in this case, an actual human life hangs in the balance.
Although facing a Kyoshi Warrior who struggled to understand her motivations, the teenager simply sighed. "Of course, I don't know if it would work or not," she admitted. "But there is a reason why many offered to be sacrificed. I guess you two are new here, and Aunt Meng probably didn't say anything about it. Do you seriously think people like me would just throw away life based on what may or may not happen? Even if the ancestors did not help us, the governor is at least generous enough to compensate the family members. My parents and brother can at least have something to eat. Would you not make a sacrifice if it would help others?"
"S-sacrifice?" Satchiko struggled to answer. While she may be naive and clueless about the outside world, it doesn't take much to understand what this teenager is implying. She looked at the entrance of this massive walled compound. Outside, there is a crowd of beggars, holding their empty bowls out while supporting their frail bodies with walking sticks. The chance of earning ample alms at a social gathering is definitely higher than at the market. Here, at least there might be some leftovers that the nobles didn't eat. She doesn't know if this teenager's family is standing right outside that gate.
The teenager took a bite out of the skewered berries, remarking the flavor to be too sweet in a mundane manner. Mayumi isn't even sure how to approach her sister's contemplative state, perhaps allowing it to resolve naturally may be the best course of action.
Through the sounds of laughter and smashing of wine jars, the voice of the governor can be heard loud and clear. It is soon declared that the annual offering to the ancestors be commenced immediately as all the nobles and wealthy guests are full in their stomach.
A few shamans donned in striking golden masks on their heads emerged from the palace. Some of the governor's servants carried out a wooden sedan for the teenager, readying to lift her to whatever final resting place deemed fitting.
"It is time," one of the shamans said. He donned a metal mask covered in gold foil. The appearance of the headpiece contains angular human features. With protruding eyes and large ears, the unique design of these masks looks almost nothing like the Earth Kingdom culture of today.
Satchiko did nothing as the teenager climbed onto the sedan voluntarily. Mayumi came by, simply put a hand on her sister's shoulder as they both watched a procession gradually being formed. Naturally, Satchiko does not receive this haunting sight too well. But such is the world, and they are just people passing by. Countless merchants and travelers passed through Hao Jing, did any of them objects to this archaic practice? Why would anyone risk their own interests just to save someone who partake in personal demise out of volition?
"You gave the snack to her?" Batu arrived, slightly offended. Thankfully, he didn't throw a tantrum like a child who felt wronged, but still questioned Satchiko's reasoning. "That snack wasn't free. The girl is about to die, why did you-"
"Not now, Batu," Mayumi requested.
The little boy shrugged his shoulders. Despite being years younger, he has certainly seen more of this ugly world than the reclusive Satchiko. Perhaps to the nomads, such bizarre and often confronting practices are nothing out of the ordinary. Regardless, the act of using people as offerings to the spirits are ancient rituals that would disgust even the most traditionalist Earth Sages.
Satchiko simply stared quietly as the whole procession is being organized. The governor is personally supported by an ornate carriage driven by four ostrich-horses. There are musicians, ministers and shamans performing rituals at the very front of the group.
As they all exited the palace grounds with some nobles who are interested enough to join them, the remaining guests gradually dissipated. Unsatisfied with the governor's lack of compensation, the Khan grew frustrated.
"I see that you have some grievances with the governor," a man in grey suit said to the nomad. "It is only rightful that he places higher priorities on what is vital."
The nomad chieftain stared at the man intensely. Temujin walked up to the thin fellow with spectacles, towering over him.
"Watch your tongue," Temujin warned. "Since when is it appropriate for outsiders to insert themselves into the matters of others?"
The man in grey suit did not demonstrate any hint of fear. He leisurely sipped a cup of tea mixed with milk and sugar, proclaiming that the governor is simply exercising the power vested in him.
"Of course, it is hard for mere steppe dwellers like you to understand the virtues of our state," the emissary stated bluntly, adjusting his grey suit. "I heard you nomads have some sort of tribal council that decides their leaders. Naturally, adherents to such primitive systems would find themselves baffled by our success."
The Khan is obviously incensed. But without his blade, punishing this arrogant swine would not be beneficial. This is Ji Gongsheng's turf. Instigating a quarrel with a highly esteemed delegation will incur consequences that will detriment the whole tribe. Nevertheless, the governor clearly demonstrates favoritism to these men from the west, even outweighing traders who passes through Hao Jing frequently.
As the whole delegation heads off to join the procession, Khenbish discussed with the Khan, as the governor does not seem interested in compensating for the lost cargo. The nomad chief has instead begun to vent his irritation.
"Confound those snarky weaklings," he growled. "If I was dealing with them with swords and arrows, let's see who is dictating the terms!"
It is futile to negotiate anything with the state governor. More deliberation would be a waste of all their time. Recognizing the delicate situation, Khenbish tried to calm Temujin, as open confrontation may not be wise here. The nomadic lifestyle often clashed with the opulence of the governor's palace, but at least Ji Gongsheng is a governor who allows them to conduct trade here, losing that permission would deal a great blow to their wealth.
They all headed out of the gate with the remainder of the guests. As the governor's servants threw out food to the ground for the beggars, Satchiko and Mayumi arrived before Aunt Meng. The elder is being detained by guards after she tried to interrupt the procession. Some of the men tried to demonstrate leniency, taking into account of the fortuneteller's advanced age.
"Aunt Meng," Satchiko called out. "That girl got the necklace. You can rest assured."
The elder nodded, too tired to talk. The teenager who is about to become a sacrificial offering is meant to appease the spirits of the ancestors. Although Meng stressed that such a futile measure is pointless and cannot avert the impending disaster, Ji Gongsheng remains stubborn. The sovereign leader fully believes that the bad omen from the previous earthquake can be fully deterred with this archaic ritual.
"I see dark clouds looming," the old woman whispered.
People nearby stopped, intrigued by the meaning of those cryptic words. Most simply dismissed this as nothing but nonsense uttered by a senile woman. Yet, Satchiko and Mayumi did not immediately follow Khenbish back to the sky-bisons.
Surrounded by guards who refuses to allow her access to the procession, Meng opened up the dusty book in her hand. The cover and pages are so old, it almost falls apart. Truthfully, she does not even need it to decipher warnings from the heavens itself.
As the two Kyoshi Warriors waited to see what would happen, Batu remarked to his sister about one particular cloud that stood out from the rest.
"Hey Sarangerel, that cloud looks funny!" The little boy pointed his finger at it. "Looks like a fluffy bunny!"
"Of course," Meng answered in a husky voice. "Of course, it is. In the end, doom and destruction comes for us all."
She stood up, adjusting the golden ornament on her forehead. The guards dismissed her pessimism to the crowd, claiming that not all fortunetelling is accurate.
"Don't take her seriously," one of the guards said to Satchiko. "Based on personal experience, Grandma Meng does not always predict everything."
"Then I can only hope I am wrong this time," Meng retorted in a frail voice. "But as always, what I wanted doesn't always occur."
...
The whole city cleared themselves from the main road leading to the walls. Traders, peasants, and beggars alike all stood on both sides of the wide path. They watched the large opulent procession slowly moving through the settlement. It felt like a parade, except there is little to celebrate despite the rather jovial music.
Enthroned on the sedan carried by the governor's servants, the teenager is the center of attention. Most onlookers understand what would happen to this girl donned in elaborate silk robe. Without prior knowledge, most would certainly mistake her for a wealthy family's daughter. For regular merchants who passed through Hao Jing, the matter of local rituals may be gruesome, but not an affair they would meddle in.
The grand procession is accompanied by nobles and the diplomatic delegation of the men in grey. Of course, Ji Gongsheng sat comfortably in his ornate carriage as his shamans performed sacred rituals on the way to the city gate.
This is the Earth Kingdom, a land of contrasts, where tradition and opulence coexist in a peculiar harmony. The intricate tapestry of rituals and festivities is a collision of ancient customs and modern indulgences.
Satchiko and Mayumi stood within the crowd, watching the procession gradually passing by. The Khan specifically warned them not to interfere, a notion that only the older sister felt is reasonable.
"She is going to die," Satchiko whispered.
Mayumi simply placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. Nothing else is said as the traveling sedan passed by.
"This isn't right, we have to do something about it," Satchiko insisted again.
Mayumi immediately implored against impulsive action. They already conjured unnecessary attention in the state of Yi, becoming enemies to another governor is not ideal.
"Sister, you have already done enough by carrying out Aunt Meng's request. Delivering that necklace meant a lot to that girl. And she would be eternally grateful." Mayumi further reminded her sister that there is another matter they must address after the ceremony. The man named Choman still has one of Satchiko's golden fans. It is time to demand its return following the ritual's conclusion.
One of the peasants next to them scoffed, questing Mayumi's priority.
"If everyone just stood on the sideline and allow it to happen, of course the governor can do as he pleased. It's a shame that most folks only care about what matters to themselves instead of those around them."
Mayumi quickly glanced at all directions, fearing that a city guard might heard this conversation. Such seditious talks can be fatal, punishable by death.
"Be quiet!" she hissed at the peasant. "You would get us killed!"
The peasant stormed off. Luckily, no one paid attention to this inconsequential encounter. Yet, Satchiko cannot help but consider those disgruntled words.
Without thinking, she retrieved one metal fan from her sleeve. In a sea of people, it felt as if only herself genuinely believes that a rescue attempt should be performed. It is indeed a selfish notion, and a very reckless one. But she does not dare assert herself to be above others when dealing with moral matters.
With Mayumi distracted by the procession, Satchiko scanned the whole line, accounting the guards and attendants. Of course, the position of the sacrificial offering herself is easily spotted. The moving throne is right behind the shamans. Compared to the armed soldiers, they shouldn't be a problem.
In a single heartbeat, Satchiko aimed her metal fan at the wooden sedan, intending to create a disruption by halting the entire procession. This would allow for a small window of opportunity to rescue the teenage girl.
But what if that girl still refuses to be rescued? What then? Satchiko fully understands that she cannot carrying another person and run at the same time. Whatever happens afterwards, she will think about it later.
The moment her arm moved to throw the fan, another suddenly ensnarled it. A firm grip locked Satchiko's wrist in place, and the woman that hindered this act stared at her, intensely.
It was almost frightening. Mayumi's furious gaze is more than enough to cease Satchiko's audacious ambition. The older sister appears incredulous by this attempt at what may be a suicidal and thoughtless endeavor.
Nothing is needed to be spoken. Mayumi's faster reflex is enough to convey a stern warning and disappointment. The grip is so strong, Satchiko can feel her bones being pressured.
Before anything else can be deliberated, a commotion broke out at the front of the procession, forcing them to turn their eyes.
"Worshipper of idols! Filthy disbelievers! Cease this unsightly act at once!"
A bald man positioned himself in the middle of the path, blocking the whole procession to a complete halt. Dressed in nothing but tattered rags, he pointed a stick at the shamans, snarling at the ceremonial garbs and golden masks.
All eyes are immediately set on him. Whether or not it is bravery or audacity, armored guards immediately arrived to point their spears at the person who dares to inconvenient the ritual. The governor is incensed by the situation, shouting out from the comfortable carriage.
"Move out of the way!" Ji Gongsheng demanded. "How dare you obstruct the sacred ritual of our city's annual offering!"
Despite being surrounded by spearmen, the individual refused to back down. With vigor, he denounced this ritual, claiming that it is ludicrous by nature.
"Foolish disbelievers! Your rituals and idols will not give you anything!" He berated them all, chastising while holding a golden book. "Only the Master, who is merciful and benevolent, is capable of conjuring blessings! Turn away from these artifacts of evil and shine yourself with his embracing light! All of you have fallen to the standards of animals. Repent your wrongdoings to the Master and he shall reignite your worthless lives with a renewed purpose!"
The crowd grew confused, unclear of this stranger's bizarre intentions.
Governor Ji Gongsheng quickly ordered his soldiers to apprehend this disrupter. After a quick scuffle, the troublemaker is brought before the carriage, awaiting appropriate sentencing. Under the watch from nobles and the men from Republic City, the sovereign decided to use this opportunity to demonstrate his foresight as a judge.
"Beg for forgiveness, now!" one of the guards used the shaft of his spear to pummel the man's forehead. Yet, the zealot remained unfazed. He stared at the governor with a furious gaze, forcing the guard to remain vigilant. "My lord, this man is Mo Xi, he arrived at the city's slum two months ago. Some citizens reported that he occasionally sabotages offerings and rites to the spirits."
Ji Gongsheng yelled at this agitator for trying to exercise the same ploy on him. "How dare you act ungrateful to my hospitality! The city of Hao Jing tolerates many spirits and deities. I am already very lenient towards your bothersome behavior in the slums, but I cannot let your audacity go unpunished!"
To the governor, avoiding Aunt Meng's prediction is paramount. The bad omen from the previous earthquake has spurred him to enlist the help of ancestorial intervention. If the warning of the city's impending doom is indeed imminent, then this ritual to appease the ancestors cannot be halted. Which is why the sudden impediment from this Mo Xi fellow has enraged the inpatient ruler.
The ministers arrived at his aid, offering wisdom and advise on how to deal with this troublemaker. They all encouraged him to demonstrate the usual generosity that is viewed fondly by the Earth Sages. Culturally in Earth Kingdom traditions, a benevolent and kind ruler is always better than a tyrannical despot. Which is why all these officials suggested to demonstrate mercy, especially with the whole city as the audience.
"Very well then," Ji Gongsheng said in a suddenly gracious voice. "Mo Xi, you may go. I am a forgiving man. But if you dare disrupt today's procession again, I will have you bound in chains and thrown into the river."
Despite this warning, the man named Mo Xi is surprisingly not afraid. Weirdly, he appears gleeful by the thought of dying. What would normally frighten an ordinary peasant has failed to even intimidate this fellow.
"Your power is meaningless against me!" Mo Xi taunted. The sheer audacity shocked the governor and his retinue. Those that cherish their lives would never consider uttering such a challenge towards those with great degree of power. "This city, this world, and all things that lives and breathes, they all belong to the almighty Master that guides us to the truth! The city of Hao Jing is filled with corruption. People venerating things that do not yield anything but their own hubris. Clearly this is a challenge to the Master!"
The governor stared at him in a questioning manner, somewhat confused by Mo Xi's reasoning.
"When did I ever challenge your Master?" Ji Gongsheng demanded. "I don't even know them. You think I care which spirit you chose to venerate?"
Mo Xi retorted fiercely. "Your toleration towards evil spirits and those that worship them shall incur the Master's righteous wrath! Anything that isn't the Master is false and misleading. Anyone who does not seek his light is foolish and is a lowly servant of evil!"
The governor is frustrated by the rather one-sided conversation. He ordered the guards to drag the fanatic aside so that the procession may continue. It seems that Ji Gongsheng is a bit too tired to deal with this troublemaker.
"Submit to the Master!" Mo Xi yelled while being escorted by soldiers. "Submit or else retribution shall come for you and your city! Either Hao Jing humbles itself before the Master's throne or be destroyed by its own corrupted nature!"
This drew the governor's ire. But with the whole city as audience, risking one's reputation with a swift execution may not be in the sovereign's best interest. Before the situation seems to be calming down, another individual interrupted the procession. An unimpressed Khan brandished his weapon, causing the guards to spur into action.
"Halt!" one of them shouted at Temujin, pointing his weapon at the nomad.
The Khan ignored the blade that might maim his face. He spoke at the governor directly, harshly this time.
"You allowed that lunatic inside the city?" It was a mixture of anger and bewilderment, and Ji Gongsheng's clueless attitude exacerbated the tension.
The governor is dumbfounded by Temujin's sudden wrath, as the city of Hao Jing does not interfere much with the spiritual beliefs of those that enter it. Across the continent, merchants have their own deities or Avatars which they venerate the most. It is not the matter of a local sovereign to dictate this, which is why temples and shrines are built to cater to many spiritual needs.
"Temujin, my boy, what has gotten into you?" Ji Gongsheng asked casually. "That slum rat from before is mad and senile. Just one man who is confused by his own hubris."
"Just one?" the Khan challenged. "A weed can eventually strangle a garden if left untended. How long has he been here?"
"A few months, why?"
The Khan looked around the area, ignoring the glances from the crowd of peasants and traders. He immediately ordered the Kheshig herdsmen around him to escape, trying not to act too frantic.
From across the street, the apprehended Mo Xi yelled at the nomad, threatening destruction and punishment for what may be vague reasons to other onlookers.
"Submit to the benevolent Master or suffer the consequences!" Mo Xi warned loudly. The guards are trying to silence him, but to no avail. "This city of evil veneration will fall like a pile of sand. Its walls will not hold a fickle against the vengeful faithfuls who are blessed with his unhaltable strength! The Master's divine light shall destroy your wicked rituals and indulging behaviors! Let the power of his light wash away this wretched stronghold!"
The procession simply continued after this minor disruption. By the governor's decree, the sacrificial offering will be dumped into the river, concluding today's ritual to seek blessings of the ancestors.
Mayumi pulled Satchiko by the wrist, dragging her out from the crowd, almost forcefully. Even without saying a word, there is a sense that the older sister is holding back, refraining from openly lashing out at the audacious attempt. But the rising anger is still detectable.
"We are leaving this place at once, I don't want you to say another word," Mayumi warned in a deeper voice. It is more of an order rather than a request. The resemblance with the fierce Akahana is unmistakable. An amicable demeanor can be easily replaced with a more domineering attitude based on seniority. It can be hard to protest in this manner.
Satchiko can only follow helplessly as the other teenager is being carried to the city's gatehouse. She knows the folly of her impulsive plan. But she also understands that after venturing beyond that massive gate, the teenager which Aunt Meng is trying to save would be gone forever.
"This place is likely not safe anymore," Mayumi repeated the Khan's earlier outbursts. "Remember those people who ambushed us? There might be more of them here, inside Hao Jing."
"But what about our-"
"Codes and honor have their places, and that teenager specifically did not request your help," Mayumi answered coldly. "As for your metal fan, I will talk with the Khan so that we can retrieve the weapon together, right before we leave this city."
For this exact moment, Satchiko felt she is talking with someone completely different. The ideals of being a dutiful warrior that protects the weak has been mostly ignored. While it would be irresponsible to deny Mayumi's motivation, it still felt surreal to see such disregard to their entire way of life as protectors.
She took one long glance at the teenager being carried on the sedan. There are no chains, no restraints to keep her from running away. It is indeed all volition. Becoming the sacrificial offering for the propitiation will cost that girl's life, but perhaps the thought that the governor will compensate the family is what kept her sitting calmly.
Maybe, a Kyoshi Warrior like herself should just look the other way, just this once at least.
Satchiko turned back at Mayumi. Despite witnessing such gruesome sight, it is true that her sister is still here on this journey. There is one more difficult fact she must contend. Her older sister, who has seen more of this world than her, will likely be the one that sharpens the iron in a way that isn't always pleasant or idealistic. Possibly many harsh actions await them, along with many more disagreements.
As the ritual procession is about to reach the outer wall gatehouse, the guards nearby suddenly closed the large wooden doors, locking the entrance with a thick log. Before anyone can inquire about this unannounced act, the sentry on top of the gatehouse wall banged a metal gong repeatedly. This is followed by the lighting of beacons in the pagoda towers lining the wall.