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chapter-539

“You’re a rather difficult man to hold something over.” Argrave sat cross-legged before Ji Meng, Anneliese in a similar position just beside him.

“You can certainly hold your victory over my head.”

Ji Meng drank his tea with crushed Ebonice fragments inside of it. He’d been forced to ingest that for a long while. Even once he stopped, it would take a little while before his magic would begin to return. If they kept going, perhaps it might become a permanent thing. Perhaps he’d earn an Ebonice kidney stone. As it stood, all it was doing was preventing his recovery. If they embedded a shard of the stuff in his flesh as they did with Georgina, it would be ineffective—he could cast spells at A rank or higher without trouble. By ingesting, it dissipated any magic he’d gather ambiently.

“You have children—hundreds. I don’t think you especially value any of them, so it would be impossible to guarantee your cooperation that way.” Argrave tapped his fingers against his knee.

“I disagree. I love my family… but regardless, cooperation regarding what?” Ji Meng acted ignorant. He hadn’t been told the full plan outright, but he had been told enough to know what Argrave intended.

“Claiming your throne, and then ruling on your behalf, for a relatively peaceful conquest.”

“I see. That.” Ji Meng ran his fingers along his wispy beard. “I do love my children, despite your claims. Honestly,” he insisted. “But… if you decided to put one of them on the throne, none of the Great Chu would respect them. Some of them take after me—they’re intelligent, resourceful. But reputation is far more important than intelligence for you, as you need to use your puppet emperor to pacify the nation. Intelligence might harm your schemes more than anything.” Ji Meng sipped once more.

“I’m glad you understand. The simple fact is, I can’t gain any substantial ground in the Great Chu without your assistance. You can’t return to the Great Chu without mine.”

Ji Meng set his drink down and stared at Argrave. “So it seems.”

Neither party said anything, thinking and observing without any commitment. Argrave had been through a hellish journey to come here. There were more than a few times he thought he wouldn’t make it. Ji Meng’s journey was no less harsh, and he was Argrave’s senior by a large amount. Argrave had the upper hand currently, but even the smallest of misplays, and the war against the Qircassian Coalition could become one of the bloodiest imaginable.

“Do you have any suggestions?” Anneliese asked boldly.

Ji Meng looked surprised by the question. If it was not a ‘no,’ his answer would reveal a lot. He smiled and said, “Would it be too much to ask for trust?”

Both Argrave and Anneliese nodded.

“Very well. This tea, then.” Ji Meng pushed the cup. “It wouldn’t be especially conspicuous if I kept drinking it. Let that be a show of my surrender.”

Argrave nodded. “That’s certainly a start.”

Ji Meng ran his fingers along the rim of the cup. “My men, my spellcasters… keep them here, in Berendar, in your prisons.”

“It would harm your legitimacy too much if your men did not return with you,” Anneliese shook her head. “We will keep the spellcasters. But your honor guard—those still alive, at the least—will accompany you.”

“Without divine armaments,” Argrave added. “Instead, we’ll give them blades of Vasquer.”

“And how many men would that be?” Ji Meng asked, keeping his tone neutral.

“About thirty survived. Twenty-five aren’t…” Argrave trailed off, hesitant to use the word disabled. “Twenty-five are combat ready.”

“Mmm. More than halved,” Ji Meng lamented, spinning his cup. “How will you present yourself?”

“Simple,” Argrave said. “I’m your new right hand, commander of all your armies and navies. I’m handling your protection, speaking on your behalf, handling the administration… after all, you’ve learned about the dangerous threat of the Qircassian Coalition and have enlisted my aid to put it down. I’m going to try and avoid having you appear in public, but when I prod you, you’ll need to say what needs to be said. Is this something you can do?”

Emperor Ji Meng laughed. “I came here bearing the crescent moon, and you fought me bearing the sun. We have a name in my homeland, and I think it will suit you well.” He grabbed his cup and raised it into the air. “A toast to you, Grand Commandant Sun.”

Argrave tried not to get swept up in the emperor’s nicety. The way he carried himself, the way he acted, was all rather endearing. He was truly a fantastic leader. That made him all the more dangerous under Argrave’s thumb. This alliance was necessary, but he wasn’t totally certain how long it would last before Ji Meng acted out.

“I’m glad we understand each other.” Argrave rose to his feet. “We’ll be leaving within the week.”

“Best hope the gods favor your winds,” Ji Meng looked up at Argrave. “The bureaucracy in the Great Chu… it can be somewhat overwhelming for someone when they’re first introduced. It was certainly the largest learning curve for me when I became emperor. I can help you out, Grand Commandant Sun. The importance or unimportance of a position, the function of an office, the structure of our military, or the great houses and governors of the provinces… it can be enough to bury a man alive without another by his side to dig him out.”

Argrave studied him. “You might give good advice. But let’s not forget that’s what happened to you.” He pointed down at him. “You were buried by your own court. I’m the one digging you out, now. You can live a long time, happy and well-fed, if you show the proper appreciation. I promise you that much, Ji Meng.”

Ji Meng smiled, watching as Argrave turned and left.