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Chapter 1: Standard Transmigration Opening

Li Mei trudged down the neon-lit street, her feet aching from eight hours of retail hell. The familiar green and orange sign of 7/11 beckoned through the smog-tinged evening air. Inside, fluorescent lights hummed as she grabbed a cup of instant ramen and a package of cookies—the dinner of champions.

The walk to her apartment building took her past a series of overflowing dumpsters and graffiti-covered walls. A tower of garbage bags teetered precariously near the entrance steps. She sidestepped just as a bag slumped sideways, spilling rotting vegetables onto the concrete.

"Thanks for the cleanup, Jerry," she muttered. The landlord was supposed to take care of things, but he was perpetually absent. No surprise there.

She didn't have the energy to deal with it, so she hurried upward. The sounds of city life pulsed—screeching tires, blaring horns, and the yowls of alley cats fighting over territory. Through paper-thin walls came the nightly song of her neighbors before she even made it inside.

"You never listen!" screamed 4B, while 4D's bass-heavy music thumped in counterpoint.

Li Mei hurried to unlock her apartment door and escape inside. Even if the walls weren't soundproof, it was quieter.

A clean lavender scent welcomed her home.

At least here she maintained control, even if her life had spiraled elsewhere. The Art History degree hanging in the entrance hall mocked her daily—a $60,000 piece of paper leading to a dead-end retail job. The student loan statements arrived monthly, their numbers suggesting she'd be paying until retirement.

A hum sounded from the microwave as she nuked her ramen. After a quick shower to wash away the day's frustrations, she settled into her worn office chair. The laptop screen illuminated her face.

Gaming night beckoned! Tomorrow was one of those rare days off and she'd be able to sleep in.

She double-clicked the Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles icon and a familiar loading screen materialized with its swirling phoenix emblem. The microwave's unhappy reminder beep interrupted her anticipation.

"Right. Food."

She left the character select screen displaying her carefully selected and built characters.

A minute later, the kitchen counter held her steaming cup of ramen, but there was a problem. She'd forgotten to buy something to drink. A quick check of the fridge confirmed it: nothing but an ancient bottle of soy sauce and half an onion.

The vending machine across the street beckoned through her fourth-floor window. Its LED display cut through the evening haze like a commercial lighthouse.

Li Mei grabbed her wallet from the coffee table, stuffing it into her jacket pocket with a curse. It'd cost twice as much, but there was no way in hell she was walking all the way back to the stupid convenience store.

The stairs creaked under her feet as she descended while street-level sodium lights cast the ignored trash in a sickly orange glow. She stepped off the sidewalk and began to cross the street, fishing out her wallet. The vending machine's prices glowed in red LED numbers.

A flash of white light swept across the pavement. The screech of tires filled her ears.

The Mitsubishi Fuso's chrome grill consumed her field of vision. Impact.

Darkness.

Pain throbbed through her skull in waves of agony. Fractured thoughts swirled like autumn leaves caught in a storm.

A boyish voice pierced through the haze. "Sister Xiulan! Please wake up!"

The desperate cry echoed strangely, both foreign and achingly familiar. She reached up, fingertips meeting warm wetness matted in her hair. The touch sent lightning bolts of pain through her head.

"Ah!" A sharp hiss escaped through clenched teeth.

"Sister Xiulan?" The voice shifted from despair to tentative hope.

Li Mei tried to push herself upright. The world tilted and spun in nauseating circles.

"Don't move! Captain Bai went to fetch help. You're hurt badly!"

The boy's face swam into focus—delicate features, wide eyes brimming with tears, silk robes covered in dirt, branches and her blood. Lin Zhang Wei. My little brother. The knowledge crashed into her consciousness like a thunderbolt.

"What... what's happening?" The words tumbled out thick and clumsy. How do I know him? Where am I?

"The carriage axle snapped." Zhang Wei pointed upward. "We fell when it tipped."

Through double vision, she tracked his gesture. A steep embankment rose above them, dense with cypress trees. Twenty feet up, a lacquered carriage lay crushed between two massive trunks, its door hanging askew. Higher still, a body draped grotesquely over a thick branch, dark liquid dripping steadily onto the leaves below.

There was no sign of the horses.

Shouts echoed from above through the branches. "The young master went down there after her! Hurry!"

A cold shiver ran down her spine. The words carried more concern for Zhang Wei than for her injuries.

These people don't care if I live or die. The thought caught her off-guard.

Zhang Wei clutched her arm tightly, pressing his face against the silk sleeve of her robe. Without thinking, she reached out and patted his head. The gesture felt natural, filled with an inexplicable warmth despite her confusion.

Why do I feel such affection for this child I've never met?

"Sister Xiulan, are you going to be okay? Does it hurt?" Zhang Wei's eyes glistened with fresh tears.

"Of course it fucking hurts." The modern curse slipped out before she could stop it. "Who is Xiulan?"

Zhang Wei jerked back, staring at her with wide eyes. "But... you're Second Sister Lin Xiulan!"

She pressed her palm against her throbbing temple. The last clear memory blazed through her mind—headlights, screeching tires, the cold pavement. Now she sat at the bottom of a mountain path beside an ornate wooden carriage that belonged in a period drama.

What is happening to me? One minute I'm being run down in the street, the next I'm in some ancient Chinese setting?

"You're bleeding!" Zhang Wei tugged at his silk sleeve until the fabric tore with a sharp rip. He folded the material into a makeshift bandage and pressed it against her head.

She attempted to push herself up onto shaky legs again, but the world spun violently, trees and sky blending into a nauseating whirl.

"No! Please stay down." Zhang Wei guided her back to the ground, cradling her head in his lap.

Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows across her face. Birds called to each other in melodic trills. The rustle of wind through cypress needles mixed with the distant crash of a mountain stream.

How can I be Xiulan? I'm Li Mei. Just Li Mei. She touched the tender spot on her forehead where blood matted her hair. Unless... unless Xiulan died when she hit her head. Just like I died when that truck...

This is ridiculous. Like some cheap isekai plot device. But then why does everything feel so real?

"Help! Down here!" Zhang Wei's shout echoed off the mountainside. "Sister is hurt!"

The sound of boots sliding on loose earth grew closer as men descended the steep bank.

She stared at Zhang Wei's worried face. He's right though. I am Xiulan. Lin Xiulan. The knowledge settled into place like puzzle pieces clicking together. My brother Zhang Wei. Mother Lin Zhao Lian. Father Lord Lin Tian. First-born daughter of the third concubine.

The most hated daughter in the Lin family.

The realization jolted through her system. She pushed herself upright despite Zhang Wei's protests.

"I'm fine." She steadied herself with one hand on the ground.

"Young Master Wei!" The guards reached the bottom of the embankment, rushing toward them.

"You must help Sister Xiulan first!" Zhang Wei planted himself between the guards and the steep embankment. "She's injured! I'm fine."

Xiulan grabbed a low-hanging branch to steady herself. The unfamiliar weight of layered silk robes tangled around her legs as she attempted to stand. Her foot caught in the hem, sending her stumbling forward.

"Careful, Miss Lin." A guard steadied her arm.

Above them, ropes snaked down the embankment. Two guards lashed together branches and strips of wood torn from the wrecked carriage, creating a crude seat.

"Young Master Wei must ascend first," announced the lead guard.

Zhang Wei tensed. "No! Sister Xiulan—"

"It's fine." Xiulan squeezed his hand. "Go up. I'll follow right after."

Zhang Wei's bottom lip trembled, but he allowed the guards to secure the rope around his waist. The makeshift seat creaked as they lifted him skyward.

Once he disappeared over the ridge, the guards turned to her. She grunted as they cinched the rope tight around her waist. The wooden seat dug into her thighs through the silk layers.

"Ready below!" A voice called up.

The ascent jerked and swayed. Branches scratched at her arms. The embankment's loose soil crumbled beneath the seat with each bump. Her head throbbed in protest at the jolting movement.

But she made it, only to crest the ridge into organized chaos.

A line of ornate carriages stretched along the mountain path. Guards in matching uniforms moved between supply wagons. Servants rushed back and forth, carrying bundles and boxes.

Memory struck like lightning. They were headed to the county capital for Madam Zhang's birthday celebration. The woman had replaced Xiulan's mother after bearing Lord Lin multiple children.

The very woman who viewed Xiulan as nothing more than a reminder of her mother's fall from grace.

The crashed carriage had delayed the entire convoy. Xiulan steadied herself against a cypress tree as a guard unclasped the rope harness.

"Wait here. The physician should be here soon." The guard strode away without a backward glance.

The mountain path bustled with activity, yet no one offered her a place to sit. Zhang Wei had vanished. Blood trickled down her temple, each throb bringing waves of disorientation. The unfamiliar weight of silk robes dragged at her shoulders.

Carved wooden wheels creaked against stone. Two women emerged from a nearby carriage, their emerald and sapphire robes catching the filtered sunlight.

Her sisters—Lin Qian, Lin Fei. Not friends.

They approached with measured steps. Fei's laughter cut through the mountain air. "Look, Sister Qian! Her robes finally match her status."

Xiulan glanced down. Dirt and grass stains marred the once-pristine silk. Tears exposed the lighter underlayers and blood droplets dotted the fabric like crimson flowers.

"I hit my head, but I think I'm okay." The words came out uncertain, the sentiment caught between two lives.

Qian's painted lips curled. "How do you plan to make up for delaying Mother's celebration?"

"What?" Xiulan blinked. How was this her fault? The accusation made no sense. The carriage had plummeted off a cliff. She wasn't the driver.

"Kneel and kowtow six times." Fei lifted her chin. "Perhaps then we'll forgive you."

"It's not my fault." Xiulan pressed her palm against her throbbing temple. "I hit my head and I need to rest. Please leave me alone."

Surprise flickered across Qian's features.

Fei's face flushed red. She stepped forward like a snake and the slap cracked against Xiulan's cheek.

"Sister Xiulan!" Zhang Wei's horrified shout pierced the air.

Years of retail rage bubbled up, along with a sea of hazy grievances and Xiulan's fist connected with Fei's nose.

Cartilage crunched, and her sister crashed to the ground with a piercing shriek.

Chapter 2: Trampling Puff

Li Mei stepped to the side as Qian lunged toward her with outstretched hands. Xiulan's fist connected with the other girl's jaw with a satisfying crack. 

The eldest sister collapsed beside Fei in a heap of silk and broken pride.

The world spun. Blood pulsed behind Xiulan's eyes as fear and adrenaline warred in her system. What did I just do? The thought barely registered before Fei's shrill voice cut through the mountain air.

"Guards! Kill her! Kill this beast!"

Sharp pain lanced through Xiulan's ankle as Fei's manicured nails dug into flesh like daggers. Xiulan pivoted and drove her foot into her sister's already broken face. The crunch sent her sister rolling away with fresh screams.

Both her sisters wailed on the ground, their perfect makeup streaked with tears and blood.

The guards stood frozen, weapons half-drawn as they stared at the scene. 

Zhang Wei bounced on his toes, beaming like it was New Year's Festival. "That was… amazing, Sister Xiulan," he whispered as he came over.

Exhaustion crashed over her in a giant wave. Her legs trembled beneath the weight of her robes. Zhang Wei guided her toward a nearby carriage, helping her settle onto the wooden seat.

Time blurred. Servants shuttled Qian and Fei and their shrieks away for treatment while she waited.

The physician finally appeared, his robes pristine despite the dusty mountain path. The man's expression was unreadable, a mix of calm efficiency and professional detachment. "Greetings to the second daughter. I am Jin Wei and will treat you," he announced with a slight bow.

"Doctor." Xiulan winced at even the slight movement of turning her head to meet his gaze. "I think I have a concussion." Her voice was low, tinged with both pain and exhaustion.

Jin Wei's eyebrows rose slightly. "A perceptive diagnosis, Miss Lin," he remarked, setting his leather medical bag down beside her.

He carefully examined her head wound, his fingers gentle yet firm, parting her hair to assess the injury. She flinched as he applied a disinfectant, the sting biting through the dull ache. "The impact was severe, but the wound is clean," he noted clinically. A clean white bandage replaced her little brother's silk triage.

Her ankle was bad, too. Crescent-shaped cuts marred the skin. Jin Wei's expression remained neutral, but there was a faint tension in his hands as he dabbed medicine over the wounds. "These gashes will need to be kept clean and treated daily to prevent infection," he said, his voice steady as he pressed a clean bandage over the bleeding scratches. "You're fortunate the skin wasn't torn further."

When he reached her bruised knuckles, Jin Wei paused for a moment, glancing up at her. "I assume this injury is recent?"

Xiulan's lips curled into a faint, wry smile. "It was self-inflicted."

Jin Wei nodded, seemingly unaffected by the confession. He applied a cool poultice, the herbal scent strong and earthy. "This should reduce the swelling."

"You likely have a concussion," he continued. "While not immediately fatal, you could become very ill. Symptoms may worsen, and you'll need constant monitoring."

"Sister!" Zhang Wei cried, clutching her sleeve with sudden urgency. "Will she be okay?" His young voice was shaky, caught between fear and hope.

"It could prove fatal without proper observation," Jin Wei replied gravely, glancing briefly at Zhang Wei. "The next few days are critical, so she should not be left unattended."

Jin Wei quickly gathered his supplies, packing them back into his bag. "My apologies, but I must return to attend the eldest daughter again, as commanded," he said with a bow.

"Thank you for your help, Doctor Jin Wei," Xiulan managed.

Jin Wei paused, surprise flickering across his face, before he offered another bow and then hurried away.

A guard approached with stiff shoulders and a practiced bow. "Apologies, Second Daughter, but we must place you in the supply wagon. No carriages remain available."

"What nonsense!" Zhang Wei stomped his foot. "There's a perfectly good carriage right here! How dare you insult the Second Daughter of the Lin family!"

The carriage window creaked open. A pale face peered out, eyes wide with fear.

That face... I know her. The familiar sensation washed over Xiulan like cold water. Memories that weren't quite her own surfaced—shared meals, whispered conversations, gentle smiles.

"Sister Suyin," Xiulan whispered.

"You can't ride with me!" Suyin gripped the window frame. "They'll take revenge! Zhang Wei, come quickly before they associate you with her and beat you again!"

This family is a real mess. Xiulan rubbed her temples.

"No!" Zhang Wei planted his feet. "I won't abandon Sister Xiulan! This is wrong!" His voice rose with each word, drawing attention from nearby servants.

"Zhang Wei." Xiulan touched his shoulder. "Go with Sister Suyin. I'll be fine."

"But—"

"Please. For me."

Zhang Wei's shoulders slumped. He climbed into the carriage, shooting worried glances back at her.

"Lead me to my spot," Xiulan ordered the guard.

The supply wagon lurked at the back of the convoy, piled high with crates and bundles. No cushions. No blankets against the mountain chill.

Once she was situated, the guard left her alone. It wasn't long before they began to move. Each bump and jostle sent fresh shocks of pain through her ankle and temple.

Somehow, getting to where they were supposed to be going didn't seem like it would be any better.

Actually, it felt worse, like an impending cloud of doom.

The fear seeping in was clearly another echo from Lin Xiulan…

They were moving so slow. At least it would take them all day to get anywhere.

***

Xiulan leaned against the rough wooden slats of a crate, tilting her face toward the sky. The thick, layered silk robes cocooned her against the crisp air. Through gaps in the overhead branches, patches of azure peeked between wisps of white clouds. 

Fresh buds dotted the trees—it was definitely early spring.

She tucked her arms deeper into the voluminous sleeves, grateful for the warmth even if it couldn't do anything about the comfort. The hard planks beneath offered no cushioning, each bump and jostle wakening her injuries.

Focus. She needed to sort out this mess.

The memories flowed like water—both foreign and familiar. Her mother ranked as third concubine to Lord Lin, stripped of her position as his first wife after becoming barren.

Madam Zhang had swooped in to claim that title, along with all its privileges. House Song, her mother's family, had already fallen before then, so there was no one to protest the treatment.

The family hierarchy took form in her mind: Qian and Fei, Zhang's scheming daughters. Lin Jin, the precious heir and father's favorite. Then there was Zhang Wei, sweet but dismissed as merely a backup child. Only he and Sister Suyin showed her any genuine kindness among her siblings.

Everyone else might as well paint 'enemy' on their foreheads.

Her father ruled Blackmere County as the provincial magistrate. Something about that name tickled at her memories—not Xiulan's memories, but her own. Why did it seem so familiar?

She raised her hand toward the sky, squinting past her fingers at the drifting clouds. The wagon hit another rut, nearly toppling her sideways. Fresh pain bloomed.

Jin Wei's treatments had helped, but bouncing around in a supply wagon definitely qualified as the opposite of proper medical care.

The sun slipped past its zenith, casting long shadows through the thinning trees. Xiulan braced against another jolt as the wagon descended from the mountain pass onto more level ground. A clear stream meandered alongside the road, widening into a gentle river that reflected the afternoon light.

Tendrils of smoke curled above the distant tree line. The forest opened into rolling grasslands, revealing a stone-walled settlement that dominated the landscape. That triggered fragments of memory—this wasn't just any town, but the county capital of Blackmere. 

The Lin Family Manor they'd left rivaled it in size, though both paled compared to the grander cities she'd known in... another life?

From her position at the back of the convoy, she watched the massive gatehouse doors swing wide. The procession crawled forward through throngs of festival-goers who packed the approaching road. 

Everyone wanted to attend Madam Zhang's birthday celebration—a thought that sent ice through Xiulan's veins.

Qian and Fei will be center stage at the banquet.The realization tightened around her throat like a noose. Their mother's reaction to the earlier fight would be...

Xiulan pulled her knees to her chest and rested her aching head against them. Escape tempted her, but phantom pain ghosted across her skin at the thought. She'd tried before—when? The memory slipped away like smoke, leaving only echoes of punishment.

The gentle swaying of the wagon lulled her into an uneasy sleep despite the thrum of the crowd. That didn't last long, though, and nearby shouts jolted her awake.

"Find Lin Xiulan! She escaped!"

"The Lord demands she account for her actions!"

Guards and soldiers swarmed the area, their voices rising.

Chapter 3: Gathering Clouds

Of course those scheming sisters set this up.

Xiulan suppressed a bitter laugh. The shouts continued around her, boots thundering past the wagon.

"Guard!" Xiulan projected her voice toward a soldier rushing past.

The guard skidded to a halt, spinning around. His eyes widened as he spotted her sitting in plain view in the supply wagon. "Miss Lin?"

"Over here! I found her!" The guard's shout drew others like moths to flame.

Armored figures converged on the wagon, hands on sword hilts. A burly guard with a scarred face stepped forward. "Why did you hide in here?"

The crowd parted as heavy footsteps approached. She recognized him like she had her other family members: Bai Chen, Captain of the House Guard.

He strode through the gathering, his weathered features instantly recognizable. He carried himself with a steady confidence. Not an enemy.From what she could gleam, he was utterly upright.

Xiulan glanced down at her ankle. Blood had seeped through Jin Wei's bandages, staining the white cloth a brownish red. She lifted her gaze to meet Bai Chen's eyes.

"I am exactly where you put me after the accident. Where else would I be?" The words rang clear across the sudden hush.

Several guards shifted uncomfortably, averting their eyes.

Xiulan squeezed her forearm. "Did you really expect the Second Daughter of Lin family to get out of this supply wagon with her injuries, all on her own?"

Bai Chen clasped his hands and bowed deeply. The assembled guards hastily followed suit. "The House Guard apologizes for the Second Daughter's treatment! Send steps for the Lord's Second Daughter at once!"

Two guards scrambled up onto the wagon, their armor clanking against the wooden slats. The mobile steps arrived and then settled against the back with a solid thunk. Xiulan gripped the offered hands, focusing on each movement as she navigated toward the steps.

Bai Chen extended his calloused hand at the bottom. The world tilted sideways as she descended. Her knees threatened to buckle, but his steady grip kept her upright.

"Can you walk, Miss Lin?" Bai Chen's question cut through the growing fog in her mind.

"I..." The courtyard spun lazily. "I don't think so."

"Bring the palanquin!" Bai Chen's command echoed across the yard.

The next few moments blurred together. Silk curtains brushed against her arms. The gentle sway of being carried. Wooden poles that creaked rhythmically.

Reality snapped back into focus amid the bustle of city streets as they went around the corner. 

Merchants and civilians pressed against building walls as guards cleared their path. The palanquin bearers' steady footsteps carried her past shops with elaborate displays and toward a massive walled structure that dominated the skyline.

Through gaps in the curtains, Xiulan spotted servants unloading wagons from the convoy. Her bearers passed under an ornate archway where ceremonial guards stood at attention, their polished armor gleaming.

They entered a sprawling courtyard packed with silk-robed figures. Jeweled hairpins glinted in elaborate coiffures. Embroidered rank badges marked officials and wealthy guests. The wave of whispers rippling through the crowd seemed to follow her.

Xiulan glanced down. Blood had soaked through the bandages on her ankle, creating stark crimson patterns against the white cloth. A warm trickle down her temple explained the renewed throbbing in her head. The rough wagon ride had reopened her wounds and added fresh bruises. She touched her face and her fingers came away red.

Some entrance to Madam Zhang's birthday celebration.

Wailing pierced through the silk curtains of the palanquin.

Thinking back to how successfully she'd taken down Fei and Qian, maybe her own state was for the best.

Qian and Fei's theatrical sobs were easily recognizable—they'd perfected that particular skill over years of manipulating their father.

"That violent creature must be dealt with!" Madam Zhang's shrill voice cut through the afternoon air. "She attacked my precious daughters on this day! I demand the severest punishment!"

Xiulan traced the dried blood on her temple. The familiar numbness spread through her chest. What could they possibly do to her now? Death held a little less fear after experiencing it once… twice…? already.

The palanquin halted. Xiulan pushed aside the curtain and stepped out onto the cobblestones.

Fresh whispers rippled through the gathered crowd at her bloodied appearance. She straightened her spine and walked forward, each step sending a sharp pain through her injured ankle.

Lord Lin stood ahead, his official robes pristine in the afternoon sun, the deep crimson fabric sharply contrasting with the earthy tones of the crowd. His heavily embroidered collar framed a face marked by authority and indifference, while dark hair swept back neatly revealed silver strands that hinted at his age.

Behind him, Qian and Fei dropped their sobbing act for brief moments to shoot venomous smirks in her direction, despite Fei's badly swollen nose and bruised face, and the dark bruising forming along Qian's jaw. They'd washed away the dirt and blood, but the damage remained stark in the afternoon light.

Madam Zhang practically vibrated with rage beside her husband, but Xiulan ignored her.

Her fate rested in her father's hands alone, so she'd focus only on him. His stern features betrayed no emotion as she approached.

Xiulan planted her feet firmly on the cobblestone, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through her ankle. The gathered crowd blurred at the edges of her vision. Her hands clasped together in what she hoped was a proper greeting.

"Lin Family's Second Daughter greets her noble father."

Scattered laughter rippled through the crowd. Qian stepped forward, her silk robes rustling against the stones. "Does she think she's a martial artist now?"

Heat crept up Xiulan's neck. The proper greeting should have been a curtsy—the realization hit like ice water. "This daughter apologizes for the improper greeting. My injuries prevent me from making the proper movement."

Lord Lin raised his hand, silencing the whispers. "Honorifics are of no import." His deep voice carried across the courtyard. "Explain yourself. Why did you beat your sisters on this day? Surely you understand the importance of Madam Zhang's birthday celebration? The loss of face in front of so many distinguished guests?"

Like falling off a cliff in a carriage was her fucking fault at all? She clenched down on her first response. No, he would have focused only on what Qian and Fei fed him. She needed to redirect that to the facts about what had happened.

Xiulan lifted her chin, meeting Qian and Fei's smug expressions without flinching.

"My carriage fell off a cliff, and I sustained injuries in the fall." Blood trickled down her temple, but she ignored it. "When the men pulled Zhang Wei and me up with ropes, Sister Fei attacked. I defended myself, and Sister Qian joined the assault."

The smugness drained from her sisters' faces. Madam Zhang's mouth fell open, her perfectly painted lips forming a small 'o' of shock.

None of them had expected a rebuttal—not from Xiulan. The memories flooding through her mind painted a clear picture: a timid girl, beaten down by years of abuse, who would have accepted punishment without protest.

That's okay, I will speak up for both of us. These snakes don't deserve any platitudes.

Qian surged forward. "That girl insulted us when we expressed concern for her health! We merely requested an apology!"

Lies, lies, lies.

Lord Tian's fingers drummed against his ornate belt, his brows furrowed as he glanced between his daughters. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool spring air. The entire gathered crowd seemed to focus on him.

Zhang Wei burst through the crowd, his small finger pointed accusingly at Fei. "She slapped Second Sister first! Before Jin Wei could even treat her!"

Madam Zhang's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as she stared at Zhang Wei. The murderous glint in her gaze sent ice through Xiulan's veins. Her sweet little brother had just painted a target on his back.

"Qian." Lord Tian's stern voice cut through the tension. "Is this true?"

"We... we were just..." Qian's practiced composure cracked. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

"The Honored Physician greets noble Lord Lin." Jin Wei stepped forward with a formal bow, cutting off Qian's stammering. "This servant treated the Lord's First and Third daughters at their insistence before approaching Second Daughter Xiulan."

"She sustained severe injuries from the fall." The doctor's open palm fell toward her as he explained. "The second altercation worsened her condition significantly."

Jin Wei's clinical gaze swept over Xiulan's bloodied form. "Her current state has even worsened now, becoming critical. It appears she was neglected after treatment. Without immediate action, she risks death."

Lord Tian's face darkened to a dangerous shade of crimson. "Jin Wei! Explain how her condition worsened after your treatment!"

The throbbing in Xiulan's head intensified. The cobblestones beneath her feet seemed to tilt and sway. She steadied herself. 

It was time to seize the moment. "Father." The word scratched against her dry throat. "They called the honorable doctor away and ordered me to ride in the last supply wagon of the convoy for the rest of the trip, alone."

Maybe that wasn't entirely true. She hadn't heard what her sisters had said after all, but it was what had happened.

The gathered crowd fell silent. Even the birds stopped chirping as Lord Tian's rage rolled across the courtyard in palpable waves.

"WHO?" His roar echoed off the stone walls. "Who dared issue such an order?"

Captain Bai Chen stepped forward and dropped into a formal bow. "My Lord, First Daughter Qian commanded this after the altercation."

Xiulan watched Qian's face drain of color. The smug superiority evaporated like morning dew under a harsh sun.

"How DARE you!" Lord Tian whirled on Qian. "What gives you the authority to treat your sister this way?"

"She... I..." Qian's perfect composure crumbled. "She needed punishment for—"

"PUNISHMENT?" Lord Tian's fist slammed against the nearby railing. The sharp crack made several guests jump.

Madam Zhang glided forward, placing a delicate hand on Lord Tian's arm. "My dear husband, please remember today's celebration. Our guests..."

Lord Tian squared his shoulders and faced the assembled crowd. The muscle in his jaw twitched as he raised his hand.

"Physician Jin Wei, attend to Second Daughter Xiulan immediately!" His voice carried across the courtyard like thunder. "Daughters Qian and Fei will remain confined to their rooms for the duration of the banquet!"

The world spun faster. Xiulan bowed low, ignoring the stabbing pain in her ankle. "Thank you, honored father, for caring for this daughter."

There appeared to be firsts for everything.

Darkness cut the thought short as it rushed up to meet her again, but this time, strong arms caught her before she hit the ground.

Chapter 4: Whispers of Air

Xiulan drifted into consciousness, enveloped by silk sheets and the subtle aroma of sandalwood incense. Every muscle protested as she pushed herself upright. Clean white bandages wrapped her injuries, and a light chemise replaced her heavy robe.

The ornate furniture and jade decorations surrounding her belonged in an honored guest chamber, not the modest servant quarters she typically occupied. This doesn't make sense... unless...

The memory of confronting her sisters before the gathered officials surfaced. Lord Lin's thunderous reaction. Of course—appearances mattered more than anything. 

Her improved treatment served his face, not her comfort. It left a bitter taste.

How long will this last? Madam Zhang and her daughters wouldn't let the slight pass. She was sure they'd already be plotting their revenge.

A golden bell-pull cord hung beside the bed, its purpose clear. Xiulan tugged it, sending a gentle chime echoing through the room.

The silence shattered as two junior servants burst through the door. Their unfamiliar faces beamed with eager attention.

"Miss Lin! You're awake!" The first servant bowed deeply. "Do you need water? Tea perhaps?"

"Should we fetch the physician?" The second servant stepped forward. "Or would you prefer to break your fast first?"

Xiulan blinked at the rapid-fire questions. "I... water would be fine."

The door creaked again as another maid entered, carrying fresh linens. Something about her struck Xiulan—the way she moved, the slight tilt of her head. Memory stirred like ripples in still water.

"Mei Chen?" The name slipped from Xiulan's lips.

The maid greeted her with a smile. "Miss Xiulan?"

"Could I speak with Mei Chen alone?" Xiulan addressed the other servants.

The two exchanged surprised glances, but nodded. "Of course, Miss Lin." They shuffled out, closing the door behind them.

"Miss Xiulan, are you feeling well?" Mei Chen clutched the linens to her chest. "You seem... different."

"Do you know what happened?" Xiulan adjusted herself against the pillows.

"Yes, Miss." Mei Chen set the linens aside. "But please, don't provoke Madam Zhang or your sisters further. They'll seek revenge."

"I know that all too well." Xiulan traced the edge of her bandage. "But what choice did I have? They tried to eliminate me. I just defended myself."

Mei Chen's hand flew to her mouth. "Surely they didn't try to... to..." The words died in her throat.

Xiulan reached out to pat Mei Chen's arm. "Can I trust you?"

"Of course!" Mei Chen straightened. "You've always shown me kindness. You're my friend, Miss Xiulan."

The embrace came naturally as she pulled Mei Chen close. "Thank you for being here."

A strange disconnect washed over Xiulan. The memories of Li Mei clashed with her current reality. Was it right to leverage Xiulan's relationships like this? But these memories, this body, this life—they belonged to her now, too.

Right? It was all so very confusing. But no matter what, she felt warmth toward Mei Chen and Zhang Wei, so what was wrong with that?

Mei Chen pulled back and pressed her forehead against Xiulan's. "Are you truly well? You seem disoriented."

"Just shaken." Xiulan attempted a weak laugh. "I need to know what's happened since I lost consciousness. How long was I asleep?"

"Two days, Miss. Doctor Jin visited daily to treat you. He predicted you'd wake soon."

Two days. Xiulan's mind raced through calculations. Tomorrow marked the last day of Madam Zhang's banquet. Time pressed against her like a physical weight.

"What date is it?" Xiulan gripped the silk sheets tighter.

Mei Chen frowned. "The fifteenth day of March, Miss Xiulan."

Spring. She had guessed right, before. The cherry blossoms visible through the window seemed to confirm it as well.

"And the year?"

"Kingdom Chronicle Year 885." Mei Chen sat down on the side of the bed.

Xiulan blinked rapidly. The words echoed in her mind, refusing to make sense. "Kingdom Chronicle Year?"

"Miss Xiulan, are you well?" Mei Chen reached toward her forehead.

"Where..." Xiulan swallowed hard. "Where exactly are we?"

"In Lord Lin's manor, of course. In Blackmere city."

"Yes, but Blackmere is part of...?"

"The Ducal Province of Aeris." Mei Chen wrung her hands. "In the Kingdom of Arinthia. Should I fetch Doctor Jin Wei? You seem unwell."

Each name struck like a physical blow.

Kingdom Chronicle Year. Aeris. Arinthia. The familiar terms belonged to Li Mei's memories, not Xiulan's. They were names from Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles —the game she'd loaded just before stepping out for that fatal drink. The game she'd spent countless hours playing whenever she had free time.

The throbbing in her head intensified as two sets of memories warred within her mind. The modern world of Li Mei clashed violently against the medieval reality of Lin Xiulan.

What the absolute fuck? The coincidence stretched beyond belief. Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles had somehow become her reality—or she'd lost her mind completely.

"Miss? Miss?" Mei Chen shook Xiulan's shoulder. "You're scaring me."

Xiulan patted Mei Chen's arm and exhaled slowly. "I apologize for worrying you. The confusion from waking up... it's passing now." She managed a small smile. "I'm just grateful you're here with me."

"Of course, Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen straightened the bedding. "Doctor Jin left specific instructions for when you woke."

"Oh?" Xiulan shifted against the pillows.

"Yes. He insisted you get cleaned up and start with a light soup to rebuild your strength."

A growl from Xiulan's stomach punctuated the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. Could you inform the other maids to notify Doctor Jin?" She smoothed the silk sheets. "And perhaps arrange for that soup?"

"Right away!" Mei Chen beamed. "Should I help you wash and dress?"

"Please." Xiulan swung her legs over the bed's edge. The prospect of food awakened a fierce hunger she hadn't noticed before.

Mei Chen darted from the room with quick steps. She returned moments later and guided Xiulan through ornate wooden doors into an adjoining washroom. Steam rose from a large wooden tub, and the scent of jasmine oils perfumed the air.

Red crystals glowed at the bottom of the tub, their warm light rippling through the clear water. Firestones. Of course.

This isn't just historical China—it's Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles.

The realization sparked through her mind like lightning. The game's complex system of magic and cultivation existed here, layered beneath the mundane world she'd witnessed so far. Her family's wealth meant access to basic magical items like firestones and spirit stones, though they lived firmly in the mortal realm.

Cultivation. The word echoed in her thoughts with new significance. The game's progression system wasn't just virtual anymore—it was almost certainly real.

The thought left her feeling tipsy. Superpowers could be achieved here!

"Let me help you, Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen stepped forward with practiced ease.

The familiar routine flowed naturally as Mei Chen unwrapped the bandages and then helped remove her chemise. Fresh scabs marked Xiulan's ankle where the skin had torn.

"Did Doctor Jin mention if I could submerge it?" Xiulan pointed to her injured foot.

"He said it should be fine now." Mei Chen retrieved a small ceramic jar from a nearby shelf. "The risk of infection has passed. He left this ointment for your ankle and head."

"Thank you for taking care of me." Xiulan slipped into the wooden tub.

Heat enveloped her body, the temperature hovering just below what was bearable.

Warm water cascaded down Xiulan's back as Mei Chen worked with gentle, practiced motions. The soft cloth swept across her skin, washing away days of sweat and worry. Steam rose from the firestone-heated bath, carrying the subtle scent of jasmine oil through the air.

Mei Chen hummed softly while tidying the scattered bandages and gathering fresh towels. The quiet domesticity created a peaceful bubble, allowing Xiulan's thoughts to drift and settle.

A mortal noble's daughter in Blackmere County.

The title felt both foreign and familiar. Blackmere ranked among the poorest counties in Arinthia, despite—or perhaps because of—its position within the Dukedom of Aeris. The sparse resources and constant political maneuvering left little room for advancement for mortals or immortals.

That would be both a problem and a blessing. Getting what she needed would be harder, but there would be fewer eyes watching her. Certainly less scary ones.

The bath's heat seeped into her muscles, but couldn't wash away the cold reality of her situation. Her own family sought her death. Even now, Madam Zhang plotted revenge while her sisters nursed their wounds and bruised pride.

Mortals die here. Often. The knowledge surfaced from Li Mei's countless hours of gameplay. NPCs—no, people now—perished from monster attacks, political schemes, or simple accidents. Life held little value beyond the walls of major cities and noble estates.

The date nagged at her. Kingdom Chronicle Year 885. Five years before the game's starting point. Before the fall of Arinthia. Before the monsters emerged in full force.

Before everything changed.

In the game, players had rebuilt from ruins, developed powers, and forged new destinies. But now? The kingdom stood intact. The cataclysm remained a future echo, a disaster that hadn't yet struck.

I know what's coming. The thought sent ripples through the bathwater as she shifted. But can I change it?

Xiulan slid deeper into the bath until the warm water touched her chin. The Phoenix Princess still lived. The royal family remained whole. No armies gathered at the borders. No monsters prowled the wilderness. The invasion existed only in her memories of a game not yet played out in her new reality.

She submerged until only her nose broke the surface, watching ripples spread across the water. Five years stretched before her like an open road. Five years to prepare for catastrophe.

Five years to change fate itself. Was she being melodramatic? Maybe it came from her Xiulan side?

Xiulan, do you want to save the world?

There was no response, not that she had expected one.

The water dripped from her nose as she surfaced with a frown. Her current position at the bottom of her family's social ladder presented an immediate obstacle. The Lin family barely registered as minor nobility, and her status as a second daughter placed her even lower.

Worse still, her body lacked the strength and skill of a cultivator. No mystical energy coursed through her meridians. No supernatural abilities waited at her fingertips. Not yet.

"Status," she whispered experimentally. Nothing happened. "Inventory?" Silence answered. "System?"

The familiar game interfaces remained stubbornly absent. No helpful menus appeared. No statistical readouts materialized, and there were no quest markers to point the way forward.

Steam swirled around her face as uncertainty crept into her thoughts. The game knowledge stored in her mind offered strategic value, but implementation required resources she didn't possess. Her college and retail experience wouldn't help her fight monsters or cultivate magical powers.

A chill ran through her despite the bath's warmth. This wasn't a game anymore. No save points. No respawns. Just the raw reality of a world on the brink of chaos.

She was going to need to get started, and quick.

Chapter 5: Sifting Winds

Li Mei held her arms out as Mei Chen dressed her. The silk fabric felt cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the rough cloth she had worn in her past life.

Not having to dress herself anymore was strange, but the attention was nice. Mei Chen's gentle hands adjusted the layers with practiced precision, securing sashes and smoothing wrinkles.

"Thank you, Mei Chen," Xiulan said, appreciating the care.

Mei Chen smiled, her eyes warm. "It's my pleasure, Miss Xiulan."

Another maid entered, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and a small, round pill. "Doctor Jin sent this health reinvigoration pill for you," she announced, placing the items on the table.

Xiulan eyed the pill warily. In Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles , pills and medicine were significant. They could heal, enhance abilities, or even save lives. But they could also be deadly if tampered with or created poorly. Jin's skill wasn't in question, but the chain of custody was.

"Thank you," Xiulan said, dismissing the maid with a nod.

That only left her staring at the soup. Could she trust it? Madam Zhang and her sisters controlled most of the household staff. Only a few exceptions, like Mei Chen, stood outside their influence.

Her stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger. She picked up the spoon and dipped it into the broth. The aroma of chicken and herbs filled her senses. She took a tentative sip. The warmth spread through her, easing some of her tension.

"If anything happens to me now," she muttered, "Father would be suspicious."

Mei Chen hovered nearby, concern etched on her face. Xiulan met her eyes and saw genuine worry there. She'd need to lean on Mei Chen more.

"Miss Xiulan," Mei Chen said softly, "Doctor Jin wouldn't let anything harm you."

"I know," Xiulan replied. "But we can't be too careful."

She picked up the pill and inspected it. It looked like any other health reinvigoration pill from the game—smooth, round, and slightly translucent. She hid it inside her robe's pocket.

"Mei Chen," Xiulan said, "I need your help more than ever."

"Of course, Miss Xiulan," Mei Chen replied without hesitation. "I'm here for you."

Xiulan took another spoonful of soup, feeling a bit more at ease. "I want to go out today, see the city."

"Miss Xiulan!" Mei Chen stepped back. "But you've only just recovered. Should you really—"

"Actually, it's perfect timing." Xiulan traced the rim of her bowl. "The festival means crowds everywhere. We won't stand out. Plus, everyone who might cause trouble is either confined or busy with the banquet activities." 

She smiled. "Since I was injured, no one expects me to take part. I'm free to do as I please."

Mei Chen's shoulders relaxed. "That... makes sense."

"We'll need money, though. Could you fetch my purse?"

Mei Chen bowed and retrieved a small embroidered bag from a nearby cabinet. The silk clinked as she set it on the table.

Xiulan sipped another spoonful of soup. "Count it for me?"

Mei Chen emptied the contents onto the table, sorting through the silver pieces. "Eighty-seven taels, Miss Xiulan."

The amount seemed substantial, but Xiulan frowned. Silver might work for common merchants, but cultivator goods required far more valuable currency. She'd need significantly more resources for her plans.

"Bring out my ornaments and jewels too."

While Mei Chen retrieved several lacquered boxes, Xiulan finished the last of her soup. The maid arranged the boxes carefully on the table, their brass hinges gleaming in the morning light.

Xiulan opened the first lacquered box. A wave of sympathy washed over her for the original Xiulan. The meager collection inside spoke volumes about her position in the family.

Six loose gemstones lay scattered across the velvet lining: two pale jade pieces no larger than her thumbnail, a deep blue sapphire with a minor inclusion, a modest ruby that caught the morning light, and two small diamonds that sparkled despite their flaws.

The gold necklace featured a single emerald pendant—pretty, but nowhere near the quality noble daughters typically wore. Two sets of matching gold earrings completed the pitiful collection, along with a handful of silver accessories and bracelets strewn about like afterthoughts.

No gold bracelets. Of course not. Those came from admirers and betrothals—neither of which existed for the family's forgotten daughter.

"Is this everything, Mei Chen?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen bowed deeply. "This is all."

"What about promissory notes? Other funds?"

Mei Chen's shoulders dropped further. "Your monthly allowance remains at five taels, Miss. It hasn't increased since you were a child."

"And my sisters' allowances?"

"I don't know the exact amount..." Mei Chen twisted her hands. "But at least a few hundred taels each month."

"Of course it is." Xiulan drummed her fingers on the table.

"Miss Xiulan, if we're going out, perhaps you shouldn't wear your best pieces—"

"We're bringing everything except the silver necklace and earring set."

"But Miss—" Mei Chen's protest died as Xiulan raised her hand.

"Find me the quickest path to an honest jeweler."

Mei Chen straightened her shoulders. "At once, my lady!" She darted from the room, leaving Xiulan to examine the meager collection once more.

Within minutes, Mei Chen returned with another servant in tow. Together, they wrapped each piece in silk, nestling them carefully into the lacquered boxes. The methodical process reminded Xiulan of how rare items were packed in the game.

A guard appeared in the doorway, his posture rigid. Perfect timing.

"Your name?" Xiulan asked.

"Guard Luo Han greets the Second Daughter." He bowed stiffly.

"Good. You'll carry these." She gestured to the boxes and purse.

The morning air carried a hint of spring crispness as they stepped into the manor grounds. Unlike the chaos of her arrival, their departure proved remarkably simple. The guards at the gate barely glanced up from their posts as the small group passed through.

The city streets bustled with activity. Merchants called out their wares while children darted between market stalls. The aroma of steamed buns and grilled meats wafted from nearby food stands. Xiulan's stomach tightened with interest, but she pushed the temptation aside. Business first.

Mei Chen led the way and navigated the crowded streets with practiced ease. Behind them, Luo Han's steady footsteps kept pace. The jewelry boxes remained secure in his arms.

The artisan district emerged around them, marked by increasingly elaborate storefronts. A modest building with polished windows caught Xiulan's attention and ended up being their destination. A small bell announced their arrival as they stepped inside the jeweler's shop.

The gentle tinkling faded as an elderly man emerged from behind a beaded curtain. His keen eyes sparkled beneath bushy white brows as he approached their group.

"Welcome to my humble establishment." He bowed with practiced grace.

"I have some pieces that need appraising," Xiulan said.

The jeweler gestured toward an ornate table surrounded by cushioned chairs. "Please, make yourself comfortable, young lady."

Polished wood gleamed as Luo Han set the boxes down. Xiulan settled onto a plush red cushion, appreciating the quality of the furnishings. The jeweler produced a set of delicate tools and a jeweler's loupe from his sleeve.

"Let us begin." He opened the first box with reverent care.

The sapphire caught the morning light streaming through the window. The jeweler held it up, examining it through his loupe. "Despite the minor inclusion, this is quite valuable. The color is exceptional—worth at least 3,000 taels."

He moved to the emerald pendant next. "Remarkable clarity. The setting is pure gold, and the craftsmanship is exquisite. This piece alone would fetch 5,000 taels."

The ruby gleamed like a drop of blood in his weathered hands. "The cut is masterful. 4,000 taels, easily."

The diamonds sparkled as he examined them. "These may be small, but their quality is outstanding. 2,500 taels each."

The jade pieces earned an appreciative nod. "Imperial grade jade. 1,500 taels each."

He assessed the remaining gold pieces with practiced efficiency. "The additional pieces total approximately 1,000 taels. Altogether, your collection is worth roughly 21,000 taels."

"Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen stepped forward anxiously. "The emerald pendant and the ruby were birthday gifts from Lord Lin. Perhaps we shouldn't—"

Xiulan held up her hand to quiet Mei Chen. The maid's concern was touching, but they had no time for sentimentality. She considered the jeweler's appraisal. 

It wasn't wise to sell to the first appraiser, but their time today was limited. The prices seemed reasonable from what she remembered. In Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles , mortal activities were often summarized, focusing more on the immortal side of things. So she wasn't exactly sure. Still, the values felt right.

The jeweler, sensing her hesitation, leaned forward. "Miss Lin, given the significance of these pieces and their origin from Lord Lin, I can offer an additional 1,000 taels."

Xiulan's eyes narrowed slightly. She nodded. "Agreed."

"Excellent choice," the jeweler said, his smile widening. "Would you prefer the payment in cash or a promissory note?"

"A promissory note," Xiulan replied. "Carrying that much silver would be impractical."

The jeweler nodded and disappeared behind the beaded curtain. Moments later, an official entered, carrying a contract and a seal. The official's presence added a layer of legitimacy to the transaction, and the red-ink seal was as binding as a notary's seal.

Xiulan signed the contract with a steady hand. The official pressed the seal into the wax, finalizing the deal. The jeweler handed her the promissory note with a respectful bow.

"Thank you," Xiulan said, tucking the note into her coin purse.

As they left the shop, Luo Han carrying the now-empty boxes, Mei Chen couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Miss Xiulan, what do you need so much money for?"

Xiulan smiled, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Mei Chen, take us to the treasure pavilion."

Mei Chen's eyes widened in surprise. "The treasure pavilion, Miss Xiulan? Why would you want to go there? It's not a place for us?"

Xiulan waved off her concern. "Just some business I need to take care of."

Mei Chen laughed, shaking her head. "Miss Xiulan, you're so active now. I shouldn't be surprised by anything you do."

Xiulan's smile broadened. She hadn't been sure if Blackmere had a treasure pavilion, but this confirmed it. Most counties in Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles did, but not all. They weren't typical destinations for mortals, which was why Mei Chen's confusion was fair.

The treasure pavilion dealt almost exclusively with spiritual items and cultivation relics. Immortal goods that held little value for ordinary people. Most wouldn't even know what to do with them.

There wasn't any clear list for mortals to even know what there was that they could use.

But that wasn't true for her. Not anymore.

There was one thing she needed immediately to make her first steps.

"Let's go."

Chapter 6: Negotiating BreezeThe Treasure Pavilion stood tall, its imposing structure exactly as Li Mei remembered from the game. The streets thinned out as they approached the walled area surrounding the tower. It made sense; the Lin Family was the heart of the festival, and most celebrations centered around their manor house in the city. Still, the place wasn't deserted. Blackmere's streets rarely emptied, even during quieter times.

Two guards, clad in polished armor, halted them at the entrance. "Identify yourselves," one demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Mei Chen stepped forward with confidence. "This is Miss Lin Xiulan, Second Daughter of the Lin Family, accompanied by her attendant and guard."

The guards exchanged wary glances. "What business do you have here?"

Xiulan straightened, channeling every ounce of regality she could muster. "Has the Treasure Pavilion forgotten who the county magistrate is? Or have you simply become unmannered?"

The guards stiffened, chastised by her authoritative tone. "Our apologies, Miss Lin," one said, bowing deeply. They stepped aside, allowing the group to pass as a servant hurried off to fetch the pavilion master.

The courtyard beyond the gates was a serene display of wealth. Ornate lanterns hung from meticulously pruned trees, casting soft colored light over polished stone pathways. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, rivaling the opulence of her father's own courtyard in the city.

In one corner, two men in flowing robes played a board game, their concentration intense. Xiulan's heart skipped a beat. Cultivators. She recognized their aura from countless hours spent in Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles. She tensed, but they didn't even glance her way.

The master arrived shortly after, his robes swishing as he approached. He dismissed the servant with a wave. "I thought it was a scam," he muttered to himself before addressing Xiulan directly. "But it truly is the Second Daughter of the Lin Family."

He bowed deeply. "Master Qingfeng at your service."

Xiulan curtsied with practiced grace. "A pleasure to meet you, Master Qingfeng."

Despite the throbbing pain in her ankle, Xiulan maintained perfect posture. "Might we conduct business in one of your trade rooms?"

Qingfeng's eyebrows lifted. "Interesting. I wasn't aware you'd done business with us before."

"I know many things, of course." Xiulan turned to her companions. "Mei Chen will accompany me. Guard Han, please wait in the courtyard."

He didn't like that. "Miss Lin, I must protest—"

"The Treasure Pavilion's protection is more than adequate." Xiulan's tone left no room for argument.

Han's jaw clenched, but he bowed stiffly and retreated to find a place to wait with the jewelry boxes.

Master Qingfeng nodded and led the way. Inside the pavilion tower, displays of precious artifacts lined the walls. Crystalline pedestals held everything from gleaming weapons to luminescent pills. The polished marble floor reflected the warm light from overhead lanterns, creating an atmosphere of refined opulence.

Qingfeng led them up a curved staircase to a secluded room on the second floor. Plush cushions surrounded a low table, and delicate paintings adorned the walls.

"Since you're familiar with our ways," Qingfeng said, "shall I arrange the full tea ceremony?"

Xiulan bowed. "I would be honored."

After Qingfeng departed, Mei Chen knelt behind Xiulan as she took her seat. "Miss Xiulan, I confess I'm lost."

"Everything proceeds well." Xiulan reached for the parchment and ink set on the table. "Don't worry."

"That's good then." Mei Chen smiled.

Xiulan dipped the brush in ink and began listing items from her mental inventory of the game's most crucial resources.

A servant glided into the room carrying a lacquered tea tray. The delicate porcelain clinked as she arranged the dishes with practiced precision.

Master Qingfeng entered and settled onto a cushion. "Since Miss Lin isn't an immortal cultivator, I took the liberty of selecting a more suitable tea."

"Thank you for your consideration." Xiulan watched his movements as he began the ceremony.

The rich aroma of cinnamon wafted up from the cup as Qingfeng presented it. Sharp notes tingled in her nose. The first sip rolled across her tongue, smooth and pleasant.

Qingfeng took a drink from his own cup. "What do you think of the selection?"

"Excellent. I'm deeply thankful for the Heaven Grass tea." Xiulan set her cup down. "I regret not preparing a gift worthy of such an expensive greeting."

Qingfeng's eyebrow arched. "The Second Daughter of Lin knows her herbs and medicines well enough to identify the tea by taste?"

Xiulan smiled as tingles spread through her injured temple, ankle, and knuckles. There weren't many teas fit for healing mortals and immortals, and the description matched. She'd dealt with it enough in the game to be fairly sure. Some of her characters had even carried it around in jars to chug during fights!

She reached up and unwound the bandage from her forehead.

"Miss Xiulan, you're hurt! You shouldn't remove that!" Mei Chen protested.

"The healing herb has already taken effect." Xiulan handed the bandage to her maid. "I'm fine now."

Mei Chen's shock turned into a deep bow before Master Qingfeng, her forehead almost touching the floor. "Thank you, Pavilion Master, for healing the Lin Family's daughter!"

"Very generous, Master Qingfeng." Xiulan inclined her head.

"I heard rumors about the banquet incident." Qingfeng folded his hands. "After seeing your injuries, proper treatment seemed only appropriate for our guest."

"If you treat all your guests with such generosity, I would love to become your customer as well." Xiulan slid her parchment across the table.

Qingfeng chuckled and nodded as he accepted the list.

His smile vanished as his eyes scanned the parchment. Xiulan kept her expression neutral, though her heart thundered against her ribs.

"Most guests of your rank typically request special trinkets or talismans." Master Qingfeng set the list down. "Perhaps a jade pendant to enhance spiritual awareness?"

"I understand, but these items are what I require."

"Do you know what these ingredients are?"

"Of course."

Master Qingfeng tapped each item. "Three measures of Blood Lotus petals, five portions of Thunder Root, eight pieces of Dawn Serpent scales, and one lesser spirit stone." He leaned forward. "The total cost would be no less than fifty thousand taels."

A sharp pain shot through Xiulan's chest. She nodded to Mei Chen, who produced the silk purse. Xiulan extracted the promissory note and slid it across the table. "This is all I possess at present. Twenty-two thousand taels."

Master Qingfeng stroked his pointed beard as he examined the note. "Perhaps we could substitute the Thunder Root with twice the amount of Storm Grass? Thunder Root proves difficult to source in these parts. That alone would bring this request into your budget."

"The Thunder Root is rare and expensive, yes." Xiulan's fingers dug into her palm beneath the table. "But someone of your expertise should recognize the purpose of these specific ingredients. Do you intend to sabotage my efforts?"

"Ah." Master Qingfeng raised his hand. "You're not seeking ingredients for a Meridian Repair Pill, where Storm Grass would suffice. You aim to create a Meridian Opening Pill." He straightened. "Such an endeavor carries grave risks. The recipe demands precise execution. Without proper guidance, the consequences could prove fatal."

Master Qingfeng set the promissory note down. "Your request intrigues me, Miss Lin, but the funds appear insufficient. Perhaps I could interest you in something more... attainable?"

Xiulan squeezed her hands together beneath the table. The silk of her robes rustled as she leaned forward. "What I propose might seem irregular, but consider accepting partial payment now. The Treasure Pavilion would hold my debt—and a favor to be claimed in the future."

"A favor from the second daughter?" Qingfeng's lips twitched.

"My current standing might seem modest, but circumstances change. I've secured a hidden benefactor, and my position within the Lin family will soon shift dramatically."

Qingfeng stroked his pointed beard. The steady drip of water from a nearby fountain punctuated the silence. "What makes you think I'd consider such a trade?"

"You didn't reach your position as pavilion master without recognizing valuable investments." Xiulan straightened her spine. "Consider this favor an investment that appreciates with time. The longer you wait to collect, the more valuable it becomes."

Sweat trickled down Xiulan's back as Qingfeng studied her. Without her status as the magistrate's daughter, such an obvious scheme would have earned immediate rejection. Even with her lineage, the proposal reeked of deception. If Qingfeng accepted, he'd have to believe she'd found a cultivator patron—rare, but not impossible.

"What restrictions do you place on this favor?" he asked.

Xiulan bit her lip, then nodded. "My consent required for anything that could permanently harm myself or my future. Nothing that harms those I care about. Other than that—no restrictions."

"An interesting proposition." Qingfeng drummed his fingers on the table. "Though I wonder—why doesn't this mysterious benefactor approach the Treasure Pavilion directly? That would simplify matters considerably."

Xiulan's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't considered that angle. Her throat felt dry, and she wished she still had some tea left. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with Master Qingfeng. "Ah... I'm afraid they are not on good terms with the Treasure Pavilion."

Qingfeng's eyebrow arched, skepticism clear in his gaze. Xiulan's mind raced. 

"But that won't affect our relationship in the future," she added hastily. "This daughter is already very appreciative of the care she has received and would be very grateful for the master to grant her request that solidifies her future. Once I have the needed things, there won't be the risk mentioned earlier, thanks to my benefactor, so you can be assured of a good result."

The lie hung in the air between them. Xiulan's pulse quickened, but she kept her expression serene. There wasn't any benefactor, but she did believe in her ability to succeed.

She had spent countless hours in Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles mastering the art of pill-making, even if it was through a virtual interface.

In the game, creating medicine and pills involved a simple process of adding ingredients to boxes, setting quantities, and pressing a button. Thousands of pills could be produced this way, but the quality capped out at 90% even with maximum skill levels.

For a Meridian Opening Pill, which opened a mortal's meridians to begin cultivation, Li Mei had opted for manual brewing to achieve the highest quality possible. And she had done it a lot—turning mortals into cultivators in the game added them to your character list.

And they could all be active at the same time.

With her time investment in the game, she had built up her very own sect clan. All on her own.

So she knew the recipe by heart: from herb preparation to precise timing. The temperatures were less critical and could be managed with a normal fire, sparing her the need for a specialized pill furnace.

She bit her lip, waiting for Qingfeng's response. The silence stretched, punctuated only by the faint trickle of water from a nearby fountain. Qingfeng's gaze remained fixed on her, unyielding and probing.

Master Qingfeng nodded with deliberate slowness. "Your proposal intrigues me, Miss Lin."

Relief flooded through Xiulan's body, releasing the tension that had coiled in her muscles. Her heart soared at his acceptance.

"The requested items will take time to gather." Qingfeng poured another cup of tea. "Shall we arrange delivery to the Lin Family Manor in a week's time?"

The elation dimmed as reality settled in. Xiulan steadied her breathing. He spoke truth—the things would need time to prepare, and during that period, she'd remain vulnerable to her enemies within her family.

"Miss Lin, perhaps there are other items you require immediately?" Qingfeng's eyes sparkled. "Something to assist your endeavors while we procure the ingredients?"

Xiulan blinked in surprise at his unexpected offer of additional support. She swallowed hard, considering the possibilities from her game knowledge. "A silver poison sensing needle would prove invaluable."

"Ah, a prudent choice." Qingfeng stroked his beard. "Ten thousand taels, added to your existing debt."

"Agreed." Xiulan smiled. The cost meant little compared to the favor she would owe.

"Excellent. I'll prepare the contracts and summon an official for proper authentication." Qingfeng stood and bowed before departing.

"Miss Xiulan?" Mei Chen whispered. "I don't understand what's happening. Is everything alright?"

Xiulan reached across the table and grasped Mei Chen's hands. A genuine smile spread across her face. "Everything proceeds perfectly."

"That's wonderful, Miss Xiulan!" Mei Chen beamed back.

Chapter 7: Hidden Gusts

Xiulan practically bounced down the Treasure Pavilion steps, her success fueling each step with renewed energy. Guard Han trudged behind, arms laden with the stacked jewelry boxes.

"Guard Han, you may return to the manor with these." Xiulan pointed at the boxes. "We'll make our way back shortly."

His jaw clenched. "Miss Lin, I must insist—"

"That wasn't a request." Xiulan maintained steady eye contact. "Return to the manor. Now."

Guard Han's knuckles whitened around the boxes. "As you command, Miss Lin." He executed a stiff bow before stalking away.

"Miss Xiulan..." Mei Chen tugged at her sleeve. "Should we antagonize Guard Han like that?"

Xiulan squeezed Mei Chen's shoulder. "I prefer keeping certain matters private, and I'm not convinced of his discretion."

Though he has already seen a lot and probably will report everything to Madam Zhang by the time we are back.

Well, there wasn't much she could do about that. Independence wouldn't be won in a single battle.

The festival crowd surged through the streets like a living tide. Xiulan navigated through them, recalling the colorful banners and merchant stalls from their earlier journey. Mei Chen clung to her sleeve, pressing closer as the masses thickened around them.

A savory aroma drew Xiulan to a nearby food stall. Steam billowed from bamboo baskets stacked three levels high.

"Two ginger meat buns." Xiulan exchanged a tael for the piping hot treats.

Mei Chen stared at the offered bun. "Miss Xiulan, I couldn't possibly—"

"Eat. We still have ground to cover."

They wove through the crowd, savoring the spiced meat and soft dough. Mei Chen took tiny, proper bites while Xiulan devoured hers in four quick mouthfuls.

The weapons shop appeared ahead—exactly where Xiulan remembered passing it on their way out. Its weathered wooden sign creaked in the breeze.

"Miss Xiulan?" Mei Chen dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. "Why would we need to visit such a place?"

Xiulan gave her a serious look. "Because we can't count on others to keep us safe anymore."

The shop door groaned open. Heat and the sharp scent of coal rolled out from the back forge. Weapons lined the walls in neat rows—from ornate ceremonial blades to practical fighting steel. The festival sounds faded to a distant murmur.

A burly blacksmith emerged from the forge. "Welcome, noble ladies. How may I assist you today?"

Xiulan strode to the wall of daggers. "We both need a defensive weapon."

"Me too?" Mei Chen squeaked.

The blacksmith stepped closer, gesturing to the displayed blades. "Each comes complete with a proper sheath, of course."

"Something easily concealed inside a robe." Xiulan ran her fingers along the displayed weapons.

The blacksmith nodded and ducked behind the counter. He returned with an assortment of leather sheaths laid across a worn cloth. "These come with adjustable straps. Should work for what you want."

Xiulan picked through the selection, focusing on the smaller blades suited for Mei Chen. A slim dagger caught her eye—it's handle barely longer than her palm.

"Try this one." Xiulan held the sheathed blade against Mei Chen's thigh.

"Miss Xiulan!" Mei Chen's cheeks flushed crimson. "Here?"

"Better to check the fit now than discover issues later." Xiulan adjusted the straps around Mei Chen's leg, ignoring her squirming.

For herself, Xiulan selected a longer dagger with an eight-inch blade. She slipped it up her sleeve, testing the weight and balance. The metal felt cool against her skin.

"Seven taels for the small one, nine for the longer blade." The blacksmith scratched his beard. "I'll make it fifteen total for the pair."

Mei Chen counted out the coins from her purse with trembling fingers.

"Put yours on now." Xiulan secured her own dagger beneath her sleeve.

"But Miss Xiulan, we're in public!" Mei Chen clutched the sheathed blade to her chest.

The blacksmith turned toward his forge, giving them privacy. "I see nothing but two proper young ladies making sensible purchases. Everyone should carry protection these days."

Xiulan tightened the strap around Mei Chen's thigh, ensuring the small dagger sat snugly against her leg. "There, that should do it," she said, stepping back to inspect her work. Mei Chen's cheeks remained flushed, but she nodded, her fingers brushing the hilt of the concealed blade through her robe.

Xiulan checked her own dagger one last time, feeling the reassuring weight beneath her sleeve. Satisfied, she turned to the blacksmith. "Thank you for your assistance."

The blacksmith inclined his head. "Stay safe, noble ladies."

They stepped back into the bustling street, the festival crowd humming around them. Xiulan led the way, weaving through the throng. Mei Chen stayed close, her eyes darting nervously.

The manor gates welcomed them back. As they entered, Xiulan felt the weight of the day settle on her shoulders. Productive, yes, but exhausting.

"Mei Chen," Xiulan said as they walked through the courtyard, "I need to change into something lighter and get some rest."

"Of course, Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen's voice held a note of relief.

Inside her temporary quarters, Xiulan paused to take in her surroundings. The room was spacious and elegantly furnished. Silk drapes framed the windows, and a plush rug covered the floor. A sense of unease flickered at the edges of her mind. The luxury felt alien. To both of us.

"Miss Xiulan?" Mei Chen's voice broke through her thoughts.

Xiulan turned to her. "Keep your new blade hidden and on you at all times."

Mei Chen's eyes widened, but she nodded. "Yes, Miss Xiulan."

Xiulan moved to her bed, slipping her own dagger beneath the pillow. It wasn't much—and neither of them had any proper training—but it was better than nothing. She changed into a light robe, savoring the feel of the soft fabric against her skin.

Climbing into bed, Xiulan let out a sigh. The mattress cradled her body comfortably. She glanced around the room one last time, taking in the opulence.

"Goodnight, Mei Chen," she said, her voice already heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight, Miss Xiulan." Mei Chen dimmed the lanterns and quietly left the room.

Xiulan closed her eyes, letting the day's events fade into the background. The soft rustle of silk and distant festival sounds lulled her into a deep sleep.

* * *

"Miss Xiulan! Miss Xiulan!"

Xiulan jolted awake, her heart pounding. Mei Chen hovered over her, eyes wide with urgency. Sunlight filtered through the paper windows, casting soft patterns on the floor.

"What's going on?" Xiulan rubbed her eyes.

"Your father sent for you," Mei Chen said, her voice trembling. "He's angry!"

Xiulan sat up, the weight of the statement sinking in. "Do you know why?"

Another servant, standing near the door, hesitated before speaking. "I heard talk about Miss Xiulan selling her jewels."

Xiulan sighed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The mattress's comfort felt like a distant memory now. "Help me get ready," she said, resigned.

The servants moved quickly, their hands deft and practiced. They brushed her hair, tied it up, and presented her with several robes to choose from. Xiulan's fingers lingered over a turquoise robe adorned with black and gold fabric. It was more formal and ornate than her usual attire.

"That one," she decided.

As they dressed her, Xiulan's mind wandered back to her previous life as Li Mei. She had always taken care of herself, never relying on anyone else. The attention felt strange, almost intrusive, except when it came from Mei Chen.

Once the robe was secured, Xiulan retrieved her blade from beneath the pillow and slipped it into her sleeve. She glanced at Mei Chen, who nodded in understanding.

"We better not delay," Xiulan said, standing tall despite the knot of anxiety tightening in her stomach.

"Yes, Miss Xiulan," Mei Chen agreed. "It's best not to make Lord Lin more angry."

Xiulan stepped out of her quarters, Mei Chen trailing closely behind. The morning air felt crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine. They navigated through the winding corridors of the city manor, the intricate woodwork and ornate tapestries reflecting her family's wealth and status.

As they approached the main hall leading to Lord Lin's quarters, two familiar figures moved to block their path. Lin Qian and Lin Fei glared at her, exuding an air of smug superiority. Fei hid her face behind a delicate silk fan, likely concealing the bruises from their last encounter. Qian's sneer twisted her features into an ugly mask of disdain.

"Well, well," Qian began, her voice dripping with mockery. "We knew you were a tramp, Xiulan, but even you should know better than to defile Father's generosity."

Xiulan's jaw tightened, but she kept her gaze steady. She had no time for their petty provocations. Without a word, she moved to pass them, her steps deliberate and unyielding.

Qian's sneer faltered as Xiulan brushed past. "Don't you dare ignore me!" Qian snapped, reaching out.

Xiulan stopped and turned, her eyes locking onto Qian's. "Are you looking for another beating?" she asked, her voice cold and unwavering.

Qian froze, her hand hovering in mid-air. The memory of their last confrontation hung between them like a specter. Fei grabbed Qian's arm, pulling her back.

"Come on, Sister," Fei muttered, her voice muffled by the fan. "Mother and Father will cut her down. She's not worth looking at."

Her half-sisters retreated, their presence lingering like a bad odor. Xiulan watched them go, then resumed her path toward Lord Lin's quarters. Mei Chen followed, her steps quickening to keep pace.

"Miss Xiulan," Mei Chen whispered once they were out of earshot. "I don't know how you do it. They've always been terrifying."

Xiulan glanced at her maid, offering a reassuring smile. "Things will be alright." Hopefully that didn't turn out to be a lie.

They approached the grand hall, their footsteps echoing off the polished stone floor. The vast space, usually bustling with activity, now felt eerily silent. Only a few servants lingered at the edges, their eyes downcast. This wasn't a public matter; it was personal.

Lord Lin Tian and Madam Zhang sat at the magistrate dais, their expressions stark contrasts. Lord Tian's face was stern, while Madam Zhang's eyes gleamed with barely contained glee. Xiulan's anxiety simmered beneath her calm exterior, but she felt confident in her understanding of the situation.

She bowed deeply, her voice steady. "The Lin Family's Second Daughter greets her honored Father and Mother."

Madam Zhang's smile twisted into something more sinister. "How dare you honor your father after what you have done?"

Xiulan straightened, feigning confusion. "What have I done, Mother?"

Lord Tian waved his hand, and Guard Luo Han entered, carrying her jewelry boxes from the day before. He set them down with a thud, opening each one to reveal their emptiness. Only a single silver necklace and earring set remained.

Xiulan's thoughts sharpened. He's definitely a spy for Zhang.

Lord Tian's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Explain this, Xiulan. Did you sell all your jewels?"

Xiulan met her father's gaze, her mind racing through possible responses. She had anticipated this confrontation, but hadn't expected it so soon. The weight of the family's scrutiny pressed down on her, but she stood firm.

"Father," she began, choosing her words carefully. "I did sell some of my jewels."

Madam Zhang's eyes narrowed. "Some? It looks like you sold almost everything. Including the precious gifts your father presented you."

Xiulan stood her ground, meeting her father's stern gaze. "I had no choice."

Lord Tian's eyes narrowed. "Explain yourself."

She took a deep breath. "I had no funds to take care of my purchases."

Madam Zhang's smile widened as she hid her face behind her ornate fan, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Lord Tian's voice grew colder. "Why are you so incapable of handling your own funds that you had to sell the birthday gifts I gave you?"

Xiulan straightened, her resolve hardening. "Father, my allowance is only five taels per month."

The hall had been quiet before, but now the silence was so profound that Xiulan could almost hear the collective intake of breath. Five taels a month was less than a destitute farmer's earnings and a pittance for a noble family's daughter. The disparity was glaring.

Lord Tian's expression darkened. "Just last year, I approved an increase in your allowance to four hundred taels. What do you mean that you have only been receiving five?"

Xiulan bowed deeply, her voice unwavering. "My own ledger can confirm it. I've only received five taels and never more, the amount being the same since I was a child and didn't even manage my own funds."

Her father turned his piercing gaze toward Madam Zhang. The smug smile vanished from her face as if wiped clean by an invisible hand.

"Explain this immediately." Lord Tian's words cut through the silence. "We discussed raising the allowance just recently as well."

Xiulan watched Madam Zhang squirm under Lord Tian's scrutiny. The usually composed woman opened and closed her mouth several times, completely at a loss for words.

"How dare you show such blatant favoritism when managing our family's finances falls under your duties?" Lord Tian's hands clenched in anger.

Perfect opening. Xiulan bowed deeply, keeping her eyes lowered. "Honored Father, please understand my reasoning for selling the jewels. Mother likely made an honest mistake in the accounting."

Lord Tian studied her with calculating eyes, his stern features softening slightly.

"Perhaps," Xiulan continued, maintaining her respectful pose, "Father could grant me the five thousand taels I would have received over the past year? It would allow me to replenish my jewels and manage my affairs properly."

"Five thousand?" Lord Tian scoffed. "That's nowhere near enough to make up for this." He fixed his steely gaze on Madam Zhang. "You will compensate her for all missed allowances since she turned ten."

"Thirty-eight thousand taels?" Madam Zhang sputtered, face paling. "The family budget for the month would—"

"Then spend less on yourself and your daughters!" Lord Tian slammed his hand against the armrest. "You've indulged for so long you've forgotten that your duty is to all members of this house!"

He looked at Xiulan and waved her off. "Things will be taken care of. That is all I wished to discuss with you."

Xiulan bowed once more. "Thank you for your forbearance and wisdom, Honored Father."

As she retreated from the hall, Xiulan felt Madam Zhang's hateful stare burning into her back.