Chapter 93: One Against Many
The Manor of the Weary Marquis had a Manor Clerk nad Zeng and a Manor Marshal nad Zheng, a pair who suffered from the sa predicant. Although their als were not lavish, they could at least share their grievances with each other.
“Brother, life is tough. We’ve toiled diligently for half our lives, and we’ve finally beco seventh-rank[1] minor officials. But now we’ve been sent here, through no fault of our own. We live in constant fear, worried that we might lose our heads for no reason one day. If only I had so connections in the court or a few hundred taels of silver to grease the wheels, I wouldn’t be in such dire straits,” Zeng, the Manor Clerk, lanted.
“Brother, be content. At least you have a chance for advancent. I’m just a lowly Manor Marshal, one rank below you, and my salary is so ager that it’s a struggle to make ends et. I toil day and night, and all I get are a few words of praise. Dream of promotion? That’s out of the question!” Zheng replied.
They clinked their cups and downed their drinks. Amid their frustration and anger, they also felt a bit more relieved.
Soone knocked on the door, and an old servant entered without formalities. He silently placed a food box on the table and began unpacking the dishes and wine, arranging them neatly.
Both Zeng and Zheng were puzzled, thinking it was the other’s doing. They exchanged glances and realized the mistake.
“Old Liu, who instructed you to bring these dishes and wine? Did you make a mistake?” asked Zheng, the Manor Marshal.
“From the kitchen,” Old Liu mumbled as he tidied up the empty food box and left.
“Is this from that person?” Zeng guessed. The kitchen usually only followed the commands of the lord and lady of the manor, and it couldn’t be from the lady. Privately, they referred to the Weary Marquis as ‘that person.’
Seeing the table full of delicious food, Zeng couldn’t help but salivate, yet he dared not touch the dishes. “What does that person an? There has never been such a thing before… Could there be trouble again? Maybe he wants to silence us?”
Zheng, the Manor Marshal, was bolder. He ripped a whole chicken leg off and took a hearty bite. “Who cares? Even if that person stirs up trouble, we won’t be able to stop it. We might as well enjoy a good al.”
Zeng, the Manor Clerk, felt uneasy but couldn’t resist the allure of the food. Without further delay, he grabbed most of a chicken and took a big bite.
With cups raised and replaced, the two of them only hoped for wine and intoxication today.
For Han Ruzi, this was not just sothing for this day. He sent food and wine, and it would continue daily. His purpose was not to curry favor, nor was it a bribe; it was to alleviate their grievances. Both the clerk and the marshal were low-ranking officials directly appointed by the Bureau of Imperial Clan Affairs. They had no power to help him, but they had the power to ruin him.
For Master Du and his grandson, a single table of food and wine was not enough.
Ten taels of gold, one hundred taels of silver—this was just the beginning. Zhang Youcai, with a big grin, presented the gifts to Du Motian.
The grandfather and grandson had spent two days and two nights outside before returning ho. Du Chuanyun was genuinely drunk this ti, swaying unsteadily. He picked up a piece of gold and, with a tongue-heavy speech, said, “What’s this? It looks pretty yellow, I wonder if it’s crispy.”
Du Chuanyun was about to put the gold in his mouth when his grandfather slapped it out of his hand. Du Motian remained sober and bowed to the Weary Marquis, saying, “What do you an by this?”
“I have shown a lack virtue, disturbing your peaceful days. Hence, I present these ager gifts as a token of my apology. There’s also a portion ant for Brother Hu San. I hope you may pass it on to him.”
Du Motian appeared slightly suspicious, but Du Chuanyun didn’t think much of it. He recognized the gold and silver and accepted them eagerly. He exclaid, “Since the Marquis has given it to us, let’s accept it. Grandfather, this isn’t really that much. We saved…”
Du Motian tapped his grandson’s head and sternly said, “Don’t get cocky. Do you think you can save soone with your abilities?”
“Did I not?” Du Chuanyun asked, unwilling to accept defeat.
Du Motian, being a seasoned figure in the pugilist world, knew well that it wasn’t Du Chuanyun or himself who had knocked out Houwu and his two subordinates. The Weary Marquis had a secret protector, but he didn’t reveal this fact. He smiled and said, “Since you are so generous, we won’t be overly polite.”
Du Motian understood the Weary Marquis’s intention not to owe favors.
Han Ruzi respectfully bowed and treated the Du family with even greater favor from that day onwards.
Three days after Vice Minister Hua’s inquiry, another official was sent by the Bureau of Imperial Clan Affairs to deliver a reprimand. It criticized the Weary Marquis for his unjustified outings, using relatively mild language. Afterward, the Manor Clerk, enjoying daily feasts and fine wine, whispered to the Weary Marquis, “Congratulations, Weary Marquis. With this reprimand, you’re being treated just as any other person would be.”
For a deposed Emperor, being treated “just as any other person would be” was an improvent.
Two more days passed, and the Weary Marquis was finally allowed to attend the College of National Scions. Yang Feng had originally planned for him to go to the Imperial University but failed to do so.
On the night before he was to begin his studies, Han Ruzi used the excuse of needing to review his lessons and stayed in the study overnight. This day was April 23rd, the day he had agreed upon with ng E, the mysterious palace maid.
What rules should he follow for this mysterious palace maid? The palace’s? The court’s? The pugilist world’s? Han Ruzi hesitated, unsure. While Yang Feng seed to have so knowledge about ng E, he refused to offer advice. Since his last visit, he had disappeared, and Han Ruzi hadn’t even had the opportunity to discuss the current political situation with him.
Close to the middle of the night, Han Ruzi extinguished the candle, sat on the bed, and silently practiced reverse breathing. He could feel a warm energy circulating within him, though he didn’t know what use was it.
“You can start learning the next stage of your techniques now,” a voice from the opposite side said.
Han Ruzi, forgetting that he was in the darkness, shook his head and said, “No, we need to talk first.”
“Talk about what?”
“Are you a minister’s daughter, seeking to clear your family’s na and take revenge?” Han Ruzi voiced his first speculation.
There was no response from the opposite side.
“Or are you the daughter of a foreign royal family, seeking to use the power of the Chu Empire to reclaim your country?”
“Stop making wild guesses.” ng E finally spoke, “I won’t make things hard for you. The inner qi cultivation techniques are free. When you qualify to contend for the throne, I will tell you everything. Whether you want to accept the deal or not, you can decide at that ti. I won’t force you.”
“In the past few months, you haven’t appeared at all. You must have thought I no longer desired the throne, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” ng E did not deny it.
“Going on this adventure doesn’t necessarily an that I want to contend for the throne. You should know that I have nothing right now. Even if I master your inner qi cultivation techniques, I can’t simply barge into the palace and beco the emperor.”
“You don’t need to tell
the truth. After all, I’m not the one taking the risks. If you have no desire for the throne, or if your attempt to seize it fails, my loss is not significant. It’s just a set of inner qi techniques.”
ng E remained straightforward, and Han Ruzi chuckled. “Does your brother know about your choice?”
“He knows. The Empress Dowager knows too. I’ve already been expelled from the palace. I’m no longer a palace guard.”
“Why didn’t you co to the Weary Marquis Manor?” Han Ruzi was both shocked and surprised.
“Operating in the shadows suits
better.”
Han Ruzi suddenly felt uneasy again. “So, you an the Empress Dowager actually knows that I… why doesn’t she just eliminate
to prevent any future trouble?”
“Don’t ask
about such matters. Do you still want to learn the inner qi techniques?”
“Of course,” Han Ruzi stood up. “I also want to learn your martial arts. Those people in the pugilist world aren’t as skilled as you.”
ng E remained silent again. Han Ruzi continued, “If you don’t want to teach , it’s fine. I just want to learn so… useful martial arts, especially the kind where I can take on multiple opponents by myself.”
“I can teach you.”
“That’s great.”
“But you can’t take on multiple opponents alone. There’s no such martial art in the world.”
“A few days ago, you knocked out two people instantly. Back in the palace alley, didn’t you defeat over ten swordsn by yourself?”
“Where do you think I am right now?” ng E posed a strange question.
Han Ruzi thought for a mont. “You’re at the door.”
“Now?”
“Under the window. No, on the bookshelf… No, on the ceiling?”
“Do you understand now?” ng E’s voice was right by his ear, and Han Ruzi reached out, drawing a half-circle, but there was nothing where his arm swept.
“Understand what?”
“How many people do you think are in the room?” ng E changed the question.
“Two, you and .”
“Are you sure?”
Han Ruzi felt sothing pass by behind him and quickly turned to check. He felt a hit on his back from sothing he couldn’t see, and as he turned around again, the attacks were coming from all directions. Books, paperweights, ink brushes, and other objects turned into hidden weapons, as if four or five people were simultaneously attacking him.
“I understand,” Han Ruzi exclaid. The strikes were not heavy, but they were quite infuriating.
The attacks stopped.
“You are hidden, while I am in the open. If I didn’t know you, I would think there were several people in the room. This is your technique for dealing with multiple opponents: you create an illusion of overwhelming numbers in the darkness, making the enemy believe they are surrounded, and they panic and flee.”
“Yes.”
“If you were to engage in the open, could you defeat ten people?”
“I don’t have three heads and six arms. How could I possibly defeat ten people? Even three would be too many, unless they all had no martial skills or were willing to take
on one by one in single combat.”
Han Ruzi seed to have an epiphany and slowly sat down. “The way you defeat your enemies aligns with military strategy: ‘If strong, appear weak; if weak, appear strong.’ It’s very effective.”
“I don’t understand military strategy. I just know that when I’m in the shadows, I shouldn’t reveal myself.”
Indeed, this had always been ng E’s guiding principle. Han Ruzi chuckled, “You’re completely different from the people in the pugilist world. They all want to increase their fa, but you want none of it. Those swordsn probably don’t even know who defeated them.”
“That’s why I have no influence in the pugilist world. If I want to achieve sothing significant, I can only seek the help of the Empress Dowager or the Emperor.”
Han Ruzi nodded. “Back in the palace, how did you make the palace maids fall asleep?”
“Just a bit of powdered dicine. You should avoid using such things, especially with people from the pugilist world. It’s a taboo for them.”
“But when you knocked out those two in Fresh Greens Lane, it must have been real martial skill, right?”
“Yes, if you want to learn, I can teach you this.”
“I want to learn. Do we have to speak in the dark? I can hardly rember what you look like anymore.”
“Appearances change, and rembering them isn’t necessary. Knowing it’s
is enough. Are we done talking? I can’t stay here all night.”
“We’re done. Wait, one last question. Have you been protecting
nearby all this ti?”
ng E didn’t answer imdiately. After a mont, she said, “Of course not. I have my own matters to attend to. I don’t even co by once every five days.”
“Then how did you end up following
to Fresh Greens Lane?”
“Part of it was coincidence, and part of it was speculation. When you returned from Bao’en Temple, you seed agitated, and I guessed you must be up to sothing. So, I’ve been observing more diligently for the past half month, roughly dropping by every two days.”
“That’s the advantage of lurking in the shadows. I thought you were hiding in the Manor all this ti.”
“At least three people would be needed to give you fullti protection. You said it was the last question, but why do your questions keep multiplying?”
“No more questions. Please teach
martial arts now.” Han Ruzi felt that he had gained valuable insights. He not only had a better understanding of martial arts but also ca up with a way to approach Prince Donghai.
When the illusion of overwhelming numbers was taken to its extre, it beca a tangible and genuine power, which was exactly the “weapon” that Han Ruzi needed now.
[1] There are 9 ranks in imperial China’s bureaucracy, with 1 being the highest and 9 being the lowest. So rank 7 would be quite low in the hierarchy.
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