Chapter Two: The Elven Sister

Whenever I find fear growing in the darkness of solitude, it is my warriors—those who wield long blades and matchlock guns, who capture fierce beasts alive, carrying severed heads, moving through countless troops, treating life and death as ordinary—that inspire me in return. Thus, I believe a man, standing seven feet tall in this world, ought to face all things with calm resolve; there is no reason to be afraid of anything.
—From The Yun Zheng Diary

Yun Zheng sat atop the towering city wall of Guiyang with a small round table before him, perched on a folding stool. On the table lay a dish of translucent, glistening grapes.

Freshly picked, each grape was plump and tender, shimmering with a jade-green hue. Having just been washed, droplets clung to their skins, refracting sunlight into a spectrum of colors.

Yet Yun Zheng did not hasten to eat; instead, he arranged the grapes on the plate into the shape of an Egyptian pyramid, as carefully and deliberately as a child building a sandcastle.

The formation was precise and pleasing to the eye.

His gaze swept down to the neatly ordered farmland below, laid out like a chessboard, and the orderly grape trellises. Faint sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking drifted upward, blending into the peaceful rhythm of everyday life, stirring a deep sense of tranquility within him.

How wonderful it would be if such peace could endure forever.

If that were so, even under the broad daylight, he could pull up a rattan chair on the ramparts, bask in the gentle sunlight, and sleep soundly—a far more comfortable prospect than dozing off in a classroom before his time travel.

The grapes before Yun Zheng were a small token of admiration from a local fruit farmer, freshly harvested that very morning.

As a man of principle, he would never accept anything of great value from common folk.

Yet if he shifted his gaze slightly, he could see that a few villages nestled beneath the mountains had been reduced to ruins, their walls broken and desolate—a most disheartening sight.

For those who do not cherish peace, who delight in chaos and destruction, Yun Zheng wished he could seize a blade, force it down their throats, and pull it out through their abdomens.

So fond of turmoil, are you? “When a hero unsheathes his sword, it brings ten years of suffering to the people.” Then I shall chop off the heads of all such so-called heroes and hang them on the city walls.

At that moment, a hurried servant approached, kneeling on one knee before Yun Zheng, pressing a sealed dispatch into his hands. “General, urgent news from Lord Luo. A force is advancing toward Guiyang. Reconnaissance reports they come with fierce momentum, their route well concealed and seemingly prepared. Their intent is unclear. Please make your decision swiftly!”

Yun Zheng, as if expecting this, sighed and pressed his fingers to his forehead before plucking a grape and popping it into his mouth.

Juicy and sweet, it burst with flavor.

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