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Chapter 5 - The Dowery

Xu Xin

Duo stood before the heavy, iron-bound door of the private vault, the jade key

cool in her hand. The carvings of protective talismans etched into the door

glinted faintly under the flickering lantern light, a silent reminder of the

care taken to safeguard what lay within. Her dark eyes betrayed no emotion as

she inserted the key into the lock, twisting it slowly. A soft pulse of energy

resonated through the air, breaking the wards that had sealed the door for

years.

 

The

door creaked open, revealing the treasures inside.

 

A

stillness settled over her as she took in the sight before her. The vault was

filled with items that spoke of wealth, power, and a father's belated attempt

to make amends. It wasn't awe that rooted her in place, but the bittersweet

acknowledgment of what these items represented. Her father had failed her

countless times, but he had spared no expense in preparing a dowry that could

secure her survival—even if it came a bit late.

 

The

extravagance was staggering. Bolts of silk, in jewel-toned hues of sapphire,

emerald, and crimson, were stacked neatly along one wall. Their surfaces

shimmered with gold and silver thread, embroidered with phoenixes and dragons.

Each bolt could have clothed a noble household, yet here they were, untouched.

Jewelry spilled out from open boxes—jade diadems, gold hairpins, and

mother-of-pearl earrings set with rubies and sapphires.

 

In the

corner, an ornate chest overflowed with banknotes and gemstones, while

lacquered cabinets held heirloom jade ornaments, ceremonial tea sets, and

incense burners. The faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, clinging to

the treasures as if time itself had paused within this room.

 

The

farthest shelf caught her attention. A locked display held gilded swords, war

fans with concealed steel blades, and scrolls filled with medicinal recipes and

alchemical knowledge. These were not mere decorations—they were tools meant for

survival.

 

Her

gaze hardened as memories flickered through her mind. The original Xu Xin Duo

had clung to this key, her only true lifeline. She'd kept it with her always,

refusing to entrust it even to her dowry maid, Ying'er, despite the girl's

unwavering loyalty. The palace had never provided her with an allowance. Even

the basics were denied her, forcing her to rely on her dowry to survive. It

wasn't mistrust born of malice but of necessity; she'd had no choice but to

guard every resource as though her life depended on it—because it had.

 

Stepping

forward, Xu Xin Duo began her work. Her fingers brushed lightly against a bolt

of silk, and with a thought, the jade pendant at her neck pulsed faintly. A

soft glow surrounded the fabric, the air rippling as the silk dissolved into

particles of light. The shimmering motes drifted into a swirling portal that

had opened just beside her, the boundary between this world and her Spatial

Storage.

 

'Silk

transfer complete,' Artemis reported, his synthetic voice calm and analytical.

'Potential uses: bartering, disguise, formal attire. Storage capacity utilized:

2.3%.'

 

Her

movements were fluid as she continued. A chest filled with gold coins and

gemstones lifted effortlessly into the air, glowing faintly before vanishing

into the portal.

 

'Currency

transfer complete,' Artemis noted. 'Estimated value: sufficient for operational

expenses for six months.'

 

Each

item disappeared into the storage with precision. Jewelry melted into light,

heirloom jade dissolved seamlessly, and ceremonial weapons were absorbed into

the ethereal plane. The Spatial Storage acted as an extension of her will,

organizing each object into mental compartments she could access at any moment.

 

Approaching

the locked cabinet, she paused, her fingers grazing the glass. The swords and

war fans glinted faintly in the dim light, their edges razor-sharp despite the

years. With a flick of her wrist, the cabinet unlocked.

 

'Weapon

transfer initiated,' Artemis intoned. 'Primary weapon utility: 85%. Ceremonial

applications possible. Storage capacity utilized: 8.7%.'

 

Her

gaze lingered briefly on the gilded sword before it dissolved into the storage.

Every item held significance, a potential use in the battles she anticipated.

 

'This dowry

was deigned to aid her,' she thought, a faint bitterness creeping into her

mind. 'Not a typical daughter's.'

 

Artemis

interrupted her reflection. 'Current clearance progress: 76%. Remaining items

are of sentimental or ceremonial value. Suggested action?'

 

'Take

only what's functional,' she replied coolly.

 

The

process continued, her movements unhurried but deliberate. When the final

high-priority item vanished into the Spatial Storage, she straightened, taking

a last look at the nearly empty vault.

 

'Vault

clearance complete,' Artemis confirmed. 'Net value exceeds initial projections

by 64%. Remaining capacity: 12.1%.'

 

She

dismissed the glowing portal with a wave of her hand, the faint hum of energy

dissipating into the air. Her father's dowry had been extravagant, excessive

even, but she could not deny its value. Whatever guilt had driven him to

prepare this wealth for her, it now belonged to her alone.

 

With a

final glance at the room, Xu Xin Duo turned and stepped out into the hallway.

She carried no sentiment for the riches she'd just secured, only the cold

satisfaction of knowing she was better prepared for the storm that was about to

break.

 

The

cold air of the hallway greeted her as she closed the vault door behind her,

the echo of its heavy lock reverberating in the stillness. Xu Xin Duo adjusted

the folds of her robe, her thoughts already shifting to the next steps. The

resources she had secured would provide her the edge she needed to maneuver the

impending crisis. Now, she needed to fortify her position within the estate

before the Emperor's plans unraveled further.

 

'Vault

secured,' Artemis reported, his synthetic tone cutting through the silence.

'Current assessment of estate defenses: inadequate. Probability of successful

external breach: 47%.'

 

Xu Xin

Duo's expression remained unreadable as she strode through the dimly lit

corridor. Cobwebs in the abandoned wing clung to the corners, undisturbed for

years. The faint rustle of wind carried through cracks in the stone, a sound

she found oddly comforting.

 

'What

are the weak points?' she thought, her fingers brushing lightly against the

jade pendant at her neck.

 

'Western

gate visibility compromised at night. Guard rotations inconsistent.

Vulnerability to infiltration estimated at 63%,' Artemis replied without

hesitation. 'Internal security weak. Potential disloyalty among the staff: 19%,

primarily due to poor training and lack of integration into the estate's

hierarchy.'

 

Xu Xin

Duo's lips quirked faintly, though it wasn't a smile. 'The staff doesn't know

what's coming,' she thought. 'That ignorance is their only protection for now.'

 

As she

re-entered the main section of the estate, the subtle shift in atmosphere was

palpable. Here, the halls were warm and well-maintained, the light of oil lamps

illuminating polished wood and silk tapestries. Servants moved quietly in the

distance, their footsteps soft as they carried out their tasks. None of them

spared her more than a fleeting glance, their attention focused on their work.

 

'The

staff appears disciplined,' Artemis observed. 'However, loyalty remains

untested. Suggest implementing subtle evaluations to identify potential risks.'

 

'Later,'

Xu Xin Duo thought. 'They'll stay calm as long as they're unaware of the

danger. The moment they sense something is wrong, panic will spread faster than

the Emperor's decree.'

 

She

entered her chambers and closed the door behind her, her movements deliberate

and precise. Ying'er was already waiting by the hearth, carefully adjusting the

flames. The maid turned at the sound of the door, her expression lighting up

briefly before she remembered her place and bowed deeply.

 

"Miss,"

Ying'er said softly, "do you require anything else tonight?"

 

"No,"

Xu Xin Duo replied evenly, her gaze flicking briefly to the faint shadows cast

by the firelight. "Ensure the household staff remains focused on their duties.

I will call for you if I need anything further."

 

"Yes,

Miss," Ying'er said, her voice tinged with hesitance. She bowed again before

retreating through the side door, leaving Xu Xin Duo alone.

 

The

silence of her chambers was welcome, a reprieve from the faint hum of activity

beyond its walls. Xu Xin Duo moved to the low table by the window, her sharp

gaze fixed on the faint glow of torchlight along the estate's perimeter. The

jade pendant pulsed faintly against her neck, as though echoing her thoughts.

 

'Artemis,'

she thought, 'analyze potential allies within the estate. If Prince Yu

hesitates, we'll need contingency plans.'

 

'Probability

of collaboration with Prince Yu: 63%,' Artemis replied. 'His logical nature

aligns with tactical reasoning, though personal mistrust of you remains a

limiting factor.'

 

'What

about Ying'er?' Xu Xin Duo asked, her tone contemplative.

 

'Ying'er

demonstrates consistent loyalty,' Artemis noted. 'Probability of betrayal

negligible. However, her usefulness is restricted by lack of combat training

and limited situational awareness.'

 

'She'll

serve her purpose,' Xu Xin Duo thought, dismissing the analysis with the ease

of someone accustomed to making difficult decisions.

 

Her

gaze drifted to the faint outline of the estate walls. The torchlight flickered

erratically, casting long shadows that seemed to reach toward the horizon.

Somewhere beyond those walls, the Emperor's Guards were preparing to move. She

could feel the weight of their approach, like the stillness before a storm.

 

'Time

until their arrival?' she prompted.

 

'Current

estimate: 3 to 7 hours,' Artemis replied. 'This calculation assumes no delays

in deployment or communication.'

 

Xu Xin

Duo nodded to herself, her fingers tapping lightly against the table's edge.

'We'll be ready,' she thought.