Vol Chapter 2 (1/2)

Chapter 2: Of Grief and Rituals.

Captain Zhang gritted his teeth as he put on the Xue Nong clothes on. He didn’t mind disguising, but this is just a step too much: dressing up in an enemy’s clothes.

“Prince Ren Yu, do you think this is worth it?” he asked the man beside him, who was regally putting on the Commoner’s Turban.

It was a little disorienting to behold the Prince without his Golden Armour on.

“To know the enemy,” the man replied, calmly. “We need to know get into their homes, where they are unguarded not only with weapons but also with their emotions.”

Captain Zhang sighed. The Prince had always been one whose feathers were difficult to ruffle. And everything that he ever does is calculative. He’s a man born to lead men.

“These people, I thought they weren’t our enemies anymore,” murmured Zhang, to himself. “I thought they surrendered to us.”

But the Prince heard everything. “Their king is with us. Not their loyalty.”

Captain Zhang didn’t utter another word, chastened. He’d been the Prince’s companion since a young age, when they’d both begun mastering warcraft.

Holding the burning lamps in their hands, they stepped out of their tents and started walking towards the closed gates of the Xue Nong.

The fires burning inside the closed city of the Xue Nong were emitting a yellow glow that lit the night sky also.

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” he muttered.

The Prince quietly replied, “Today the Xue Nong are burying the ashes of their dead and the Royal Family is going to lead the Procession. This is the best chance we can get to know their weaknesses: when they are drowned in their grief.”

The cool night breeze was not the reason why Captain Zhang s.h.i.+vered. There was something in the voice of the young Prince beside him, a burning desire. And that was when he knew that the Prince has still not forgotten.

“Prince Ren Yu…” Captain Zhang cautiously began.

But one decisive shake of head from the Prince silenced him.

The Captain has not followed the Prince since long without knowing who’s soon going to perish in his hands. The Snake Princess and her loyal dog are going to suffer.

The desert sand s.h.i.+fted under their feet as they got closer to the gates. Since the Captain was a child, he’d heard many elders speak of the legends of the Kingdom of Xue Nong.

They said that the gates were guarded by an ancient spirit that would stike down lightning upon any man who wished the Kingdom harm. They said that there were two snakes that protected the Ancient Jade Buddha in this kingdom and to seek to touch the Jade would be to invite death upon oneself.

He didn’t know about the Snakes guarding the Buddha, but he is nervous about the lightning bolt part.

Because if the Prince would have had his way, the entire city of the Xue Nong would have burned to ashes by now, with Chen He Shan and that Princess being the foremost.

He guessed Chen He Shan is lucky to have deserted the surrendered King, because if he’d been loyal, he would have died a death that would be remembered for generations for its gruesomeness.

As for the Princess, he didn’t know what the Prince had planned for her.

He had heard a lot of the Princess, too. The only girl in the several offspring of King Xue Xi Hong, Princess Xi s.h.i.+ is the Royal Priestess of the Kingdom. She’s been trained by the reclusive Sha Tribe, the home of her mother.

A Master in the art of poison and immune to every other form of it, and a habitual tamer of Serpents, she was the deadliest weapon that the Xue Nong had possessed. A weapon the Prince had expected for the King to use. But surprisingly, the King hadn’t.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t excited to behold the Princess, who was said to be the second coming of the Ancient Xi s.h.i.+ herself. She’s coveted by many kingdoms that were hungry to build an alliance with the ancient house of the Xue Nong.

After all, the Kingdom is a strategic checkpoint: The hub of art and culture. To possess the Xue Nong is to possess the entire world.

But still, he was nervous when they stood in front of the imposing Ivory Gates which had two huge snakes carved into it. The emerald stones encrusted in the place of the snakes’ eyes glittered sinisterly as the moonlight fell on it.

He couldn’t help but remember all the tales he’d ever heard and took a deep breath and the gates cracked open for their entry.

The Xue Nong could revolt if news reached them that the enemy had entered their city while their ritual was going on. So, they were entering secretly.

As they stepped on the surprisingly fertile soil of the Xue Nong, the Ivory Gates shut close behind them firmly, separating them from the desert sand. For the first time he realized why the Xue Nong was so coveted: It was life coc.o.o.ned in the middle of an arid landscape, a rare blessing from the G.o.ds.

He turned to look at the Prince’s cold and impa.s.sive face.

Zhang Fu Ling couldn’t help but sigh in relief, as not a single lightning bolt had hit them: the people who wished for the worst harm to the Xue Nong.

Xi s.h.i.+ stood on the parapet of the Palace Walls, reliving the memory of the white flag being raised upon it.

Her white robes fluttered in the cool night breeze, and she closed her eyes. She could hear Mother Musa’s voice echoing inside her head: White for Death; white for purity.

White for the purity that comes after death.

For a moment, she imagined that she was back in the dark and cold caves of the Sha Tribe, with the constant and eerie hiss of the thousands of snakes around her.

But the sensation of something slithering down her arms brought her back from the reverie. She opened her eyes to see a Cobra coming to rest on her finger: Feiying.