Qin Su and Feng Shao got along quite well. As he promised, Feng Shao stopped by the tea house to play for the customers. And he would receive quite some money after each performance. His plans were going quite well.After living in the Capital for nearly two months, Feng Shao was now able to purchase a house and he did just that. He made it look simple so that it didn't attract people too much.He was still careful and was beginning to worry about his secret performances. Even though he didn't disclose his identity he felt that he could be exposed. For the Emperor and the General were merely several Zhangs away.After living in the Capital these few weeks he was able to get information on the monarch and his lover. Added to his advantage he could see the palace walls from the house he had bought. It never sat well with him knowing that his enemies were only separated by a wall less than an hour journey. He yearned to go there early however he knew nothing would go as he was planning.A
"Your tea, Your Highness.""General."Qin Su gestured for them destructing them from their stooper. The two nodded at her and reached for it to take a sip. The tea tasted so good. It made them feel as if they were on cloud nine.Behind the screen, Feng Shao was just finishing his first song when he heard Qin Su exiting. He heard the Prince and the General converse in a quietened manner, complimenting him on his skills. There was a time when he almost ruined his tune when he heard his deep voice from inside.How many years have gone by now?More than five years.He hadn't seen him for this long and now when they were this close the hate he was containing in his heart surged up as if it wanted to spill on the other like an acid corroding him into nothing. He still needed to wait. He remembered that right now he wasn't Feng Shao but just Zhang Si who worked in the tea house. But not for too long."Xian. Ah, I forgot to ask on the way. What happened with you and Imperial Brother recently.
After receiving the gold pieces and bidding Qin Su goodbye, Feng Shao returned to his house.It was just close to the tea house. He didn't need a carriage to reach there. The house was surrounded by uncut hedge and from inside the fence, there was a cage that had chicken and in the middle of yard that's where the house stood. It had three rooms, of which one was his room with nothing much so special in it. The other room was for the helper who lived with him. One wouldn't say he worked for him because Feng Shao always did the house chores and even cooked when he was at home. However, the helper only did his part when Feng Shao was away from home. And the other room was left empty. It was perhaps for guests when he had one.After he entered his room, Feng Shao slumped on his blanket getting ready to get some rest. He was tired physically and emotionally. Being close to him like that made it hard to forget that day. Although he had been preaching revenge all along when he was close to ex
Once the Prince had left the room, Feng Shao felt that the air had become a little warmer. Lui Xian on the other hand thought on what they could do tomorrow morning. "Tomorrow I will come with someone to get your measurements. Where should I find you?" He asked watching the veiled person in front of him fidget upon his gaze. Lui Xian eyes couldn't leave Feng Shao's pale hands. He felt that they looked familiar. Although they were now more whiter and more thinner, he couldn't have mistaken."Hmm... we will meet here." Feng Shao whispered now staring at his hands as well. He couldn't let him near his house. He just couldn't. Knowing how familiar he is with his things, his medical tools and so on. It was safer to lead him to the tea house.Lui Xian didn't try to dig deeper. He only nodded and reached for the tea pot to pour himself a cup of tea. He took a sip quietly reminiscing on the taste he had last time. The room was filled with silence.They stayed like that for a little while bef
Early in the morning, Feng Shao went to the tea house to meet Lui Xian. He had put on a decent white robe with simple illustrations that suited him well. As always his hair was hidden in a veil. As well as his face. The duo occupied the same room they had used before, only this time Feng Shao first entered the kitchen and prepared the tea for his guest. He carried it into the room before settling it down in front of Lui Xian who thanked him after his cup was full."The tea tastes so good. Do you mind sharing how you made it?" Lui Xian politely asked whilst putting down his cup down so that he could look at him. Within his veil, Feng Shao had a smirk on whilst he pondered on how to trick the man in front of him. "It is nothing much. I just added a rare ingredient that was gifted to me by a client two weeks ago. I heard it is very rare and expensive and only a few in this kingdom are able to get hold of it.""Really? Tell me where can I get it. I have started to like this tea. And I a
Several days passed. Lui Xian spent almost all his time at the tea house. Feng Shao improved more in his perfomance. Only a day was left for him to enter the palace. His outfit had been made, and a make up artist had been hired, only he knew he wouldn't let her see his face.On this day, Lui Xian arrived very late. He wore a black robe and tied his hair in a pony. Leaving some strands falling on the sides of his face. His sword was at his waist it's hilt clutched in his hand. This was the first time Feng Shao was seeing Lui Xian dressed as he was. When he looked at his black boots which were dusty and dirtied with dry grass, it made him think otherwise. Feng Shao knew that Lui Xian wasn't a Saint. He knew he could kill without blinking an eye. Although he had never witnessed him do such thing. He just knew. As always Lui Xian greeted him and sat on his usual spot ignoring the glances the other was giving him."How was your practice? You know you will be entering the palace tomorrow
In Wu Kingdom, the whole palace was bustling with cheers from the palace servants, the guards, soldiers and the ministers who at the moment were at the banquet to celebrate the birthday of the Emperor who was now turning thirty-six years old. Wu Luan was sitting at the throne with his five year old son on his lap. The two figures mirrored each other. The only difference was that the former was the older version of the latter. The father and son pair wore robes of the same colour and with the same designs. Wu Luan's hair was styled beautifuly making him look more handsome and domineering. His little heir looked cute as his eyes would wonder on everyone gathered about. He observed how the old men sitting below caressed their beards when talking. How the scholars sat straight without letting out a sound. He also looked at the servants who had their heads down not daring to look in anyone's eyes. His eyes strayed for a long time on the side where the generals sat chatting amongst each ot
Feng Shao looked at everyone through his veil. He felt nervous but also excited. He was thrilled to meet him again. They had met once but it felt like he had been his enemy all his life. He is the only person who made him thirst for blood on the entire earth. Only him no one else. Feng Shao thought he hated Lui Xian. But his hate was nothing close to what he felt for the man he was painstakingly playing this song for. He had taken everything thing from him. His family, not only his blood relatives but also those he had made later on in life. He had snatched his home. Took away his friends. He stole his happiness. And the only person he ever loved. But now he would die than admit it in front of him. At the moment what he saw was the red colour and a blurry figure that urged him to attack.He tried his best not to go insane. Fought with himself to keep his emotions at bay. He held his zither on his lap and started playing. Everyone could hear the agony and anguish that was put across fr