"I do not think you need to be so self-effacing, sir Meng. Without your integrity, my accomplishments would not have been possible," Ling Qi replied. Please, Lady Meng, speak as you will. I will always have time to hear your words."
"The Baroness is herself too humble. Without her investigations, a much worse tragedy may not have been averted. It is clear to the Meng clan that we are in your debt," Meng Diu said.
And
that brought Ling Qi up a little short, and from the rippling fluctuations of qi out in the temple's dark, she was not the only one. A public statement of debt to her was very different than a private one. And… Meng Diu would not have been able to say it, if she did not have the approval of her brother, the clan's head.
…Given the precariousness of their situation with the internal traitors, it wasn't totally unexpected, but Ling Qi hadn't expected that degree of public contrition directed at her. She let those thoughts flow out of her head.
"And it is in that vein that I must propose my suit, Lady Ling."
Meng Dan bowed his head, lower than was strictly necessary, even given everything. "Your decisiveness, your skill, and your bravery are without match. Your beauty leaves this one breathless; your ambitions stir the soul. If you would have this humble scholar, I would gladly join myself to your clan."
Ling Qi made a small noise in the back of her throat. She did not want to call it a squeak, but that was probably the only thing you could call it.
"My grandson shows the air for the theatric that sleeps in the hearts of our clan," Meng Diu said dryly. "But yes, it is my belief that the Meng clan would benefit greatly from being bound to the foundation of your Ling clan. There is a way forward, and it does not lie in stillness and fading groves."
"I am honored to accept," Ling Qi said, just a little too quickly for her own taste.
You sound fine; relax Qi.
"Please, raise your head, Sir Meng. I accept without any doubts… But please, there is no need to be so effusive with your praise."
There were outright
whispers this time. She was never quite so glad for the bodily control that came with cultivation, letting her ensure that heat didn't flood her cheeks the way it wanted too.
"Whatever the outcome, the Meng clan is pleased to continue working with you, into the future Baroness," Meng Diu said. She was just the faintest bit amused, at least visibly.
"Though I will not pretend that I do not prefer one outcome over the other," Meng Dan said lightly, straightening up.
"No doubts there," Ling Qi said, a bit too casually, only catching Meng Diu's eye afterward as she looked at them with unimpressed eyes, causing them both to hunch their shoulders a bit.
The ripple of energy from the center of the shrine, the parting of the curtain of darkness as the Duchess' light reemerged, saved her from any further awkwardness. From whatever inner sanctum the priests had led her and Diao Linqin, too.
"My thanks again, Lady meng… I, too, hope our clans may remain in good stead for long years to come," She said formally, bowing her head down.
That was the last one, at least.
***
Through many more temples their paths wound, slowly decreasing in grandeur, from the harmonious precision of Immaculate Angles Everlasting and the Jade Archivist's temple workshop, to the sharp edged barracks-like atmosphere of the great hall of the Unity of Blades, where the officers who would lead the nascent Horned Legion were even now housed. Down to the more minor shrines to still-embodied spirits, such as the Patriarch of the South, who commanded the provinces' weather courts, or the Strider of Groves, the ancient deer spirit which still blessed the provinces' road networks.
They passed through a dozen temples and more as the sun reached its zenith and began to descend. At last, the procession reached its end, dissolving apart into another feast and revel in the palace gardens as it had the night before.
There, Ling Qi rejoined her companions fully, including the widely smiling Meng Dan. But also her liege, Cai Renxiang, and her own new fiancee.
Ling Qi wondered what it said about her, that she was almost a little disappointed not to see any traces of awkwardness or discomfort between them as they next to each other. They were neither very far apart nor very close. There wasn't really any tension there as they spoke quietly about the plans after all the ceremonies were done.
She knew Cai Renxiang just… didn't have the same hang ups as her, but it still left her feeling like she was the weird one.
Your both weird Qi, c'mon now. Pretty sure Big G over there is the guy you want to look at for 'normal'.
She almost snorted aloud. 'Big G'?
Perfectly good nickname!
"Hello, everyone. I apologize for my lateness. I was caught up in talking with some of my correspondents," Ling Qi said as she arrived at a polite speaking distance.
All around them, the scents of the burgeoning feast being served out on the massive buffet tables set out across the gardens was beginning to grow mouthwatering. The sun was setting, and the faint fairy lights were rising, being released by the garden attendants to light the darkening sky. She wasn't lying either. She'd almost found herself mobbed by her little penpal network members, all but demanding details about the agreements she'd accepted today. It was amusing; it was mortifying. But that was the life she'd stepped into, she supposed.
"This is hardly a hard appointment," Gan Guangli laughed. "And you have had quite a weighty day."
"To which I contributed," Meng Dan chuckled.
"I set no hard appointment," Cai Renxiang replied simply.
"You are only performing your role. if you were not answering to the gossips, they would fall upon us," Xia Lin said.
"And how terrible that would be," Ling Qi said dryly.
"It is good for one to have a member of their retinue who… keeps an ear to the ground," Mu Wuye said slowly. He at least, was a little awkward, unlike Cai Renxiang. Though, more due to being out of place in an unfamiliar social group than any nerves around the betrothals. " I admit, I had guessed something was between Sir Meng and the Baroness, but the rest was surprising.
"I am somewhat inexplicably popular, it seems," Ling Qi agreed.
"It is not inexplicable at all," Meng Dan chuckled. "But then, i was already aware that the challenge was a harsh one."
Mu Wuye looked a little mystified by their words.
"Meng Dan and I had conversed on it already. The real surprise is you, Gan Guangli. I had no idea your contacts in the Jia clan had borne such fruit," she said casually.
He rubbed the back of his head, his bright smile taking on a more awkward edge. "Aha, there have been some talks, but I had not imagined they would put forward a proposal until a short time ago."
"Is it someone you know?" Ling Qi asked.
"I am familiar," Cai Renxiang said. "She is a highly placed member of the Argent PeaksCore Sect. It is quite the honorable offer."
…Wasn't there a commander who had been too reckless in ordering Cai Renxiang and other inner disciples forward?
Hm, seemed more like a show of contrition… but she supposed from a count clan even those could be forceful.
"A consequence of you surrounding yourself with mostly lower ranking individuals, meaning no offenses," Mu Wuye said. "The great clans will have their due, though. They will begin at one remove if they cannot be direct in inserting influence."
"It is true," Cai Renxiang agreed.
"Though I give them hope they can be direct yet," Meng Dan said.
"I suppose you will need to watch out then, Xia Lin, only you remain," Ling Qi chuckled.
"My Aunt fields all such external requests for the Xia clan. It has a way of deflecting most," Xia lin said dryly.
There was a moment's awkward pause as they worked out whether she was joking. She was not.
"Mm, I have heard that your Heron General is known to be a meticulous manager, but truly… all of them, personally?" Mu Wuye asked.
"My aunt has a clear vision for the clan's direction," Xia Lin shrugged. "Any marriage in or out must match it."
Cai Renxiang nodded, as if that were entirely reasonable, and Ling Qi supposed, from a purely legal standpoint, it was. The leeway to determine matches was ultimately something that clan heads, Matriarchs, and patriarchs usually delegated… but that was just custom.
I take it back; you're weird, you're all weird. Sixiang joked.
It was relaxing to spend time with her friends now that the day was past. Celebrations would go on for the rest of the week, but the grand ceremonies were all winding down now. They remained together for the night. Going off with just Meng Dan a second time might really give people the wrong idea, and besides, she really was a bit worn down on that kind of atmosphere.
And so, as the sun sank, they spoke, they feasted, and ultimately, they parted as dark night overtook the palace.
But she did have one more promise to keep, didn't she. One more conversation to have, before she turned her mind to the task of arranging meetings with the subjugated ith.
We got a few nights left; doesn't have to be tonight.
No, she didn't think this should be put off any longer. They were both probably avoiding it in certain ways.
"…Yeah, suppose we are." Beside her, at the exit of the palace gardens, where she'd gone to linger looking out over the constellation of lower branches stretching in the yawning depth of the sky below, Sixiang shimmered into existence, a hollow shell of refracted light. It was a thin projection to Ling Qi's senses, barely there.
"Whatcha thinking then?"
"I think we need to just… talk, without getting sidetracked or deflected," Ling Qi said quietly. "How about we just take a walk?"
Sixiang made a show of heaving a sigh, putting their arms up behind their head. "A walk, huh? Yeah, that sounds nice. Where to, ya think?"
[ ] A walk through the outer twigs, the hanging gardens at the district's edge.
[ ] A walk through the dreams of the glittering city, glutted on celebration.