Jackal Among Snakes

It was a new day for Emperor Ji Meng. Rest didn’t come easy for the victorious army as hellfire continued to rain down from the sky, but their armies took shelter in a formidable fortress. What little remained of the Blue Emperor’s support fell under their banner without any struggle whatsoever. Within this fortress, the emperor kneeled in the spot the lord of the castle generally occupied, while two people sat at a table they’d dragged into the room, enjoying a large breakfast. Ji Meng wasn’t the lord, in this scenario. These two were.

Emperor Ji Meng looked upon King Argrave and Queen Anneliese. In the past days, he’d seen the king willingly have his heart ripped out by a gargantuan, inhuman demon, only for him to keep talking and delivering orders to his underlings like nothing was amiss. The queen, meanwhile, dropped down in the center of a battlefield, stood her ground against dozens of S-rank spellcasters alone, then fought the champion of an ancient god that ripped a crater into the earth the size of a city. And she’d won that battle.

Ji Meng was rather contented he’d made the right decision, submitting to the duo.

“Are you going to gather errant forces before heading to the capital?” Argrave asked him expectantly, cleaning his hands of crumbs.

Ji Meng shifted where he kneeled, drawn from his thoughts. “No. I’m going to head right for the imperial court, gather what remains of the palace guard, and then regain control over the city. All things stem from Ji—it’ll make the task easier.” He pointed at a body that bore his visage, propped up against the wall—another unnerving thing. “We’ll display that body in a public place. It’s doubly helpful that you slayed him, Queen Anneliese.”

“Because you couldn’t have?” Argrave said with a smile, pushing aside his empty plate.

“That, and it gives me more legitimacy. ‘The emperor didn’t deign to fight the lowly pretender. Instead, the demon was slain by his faithful Grand Commandant’s second-in-command.’” Ji Meng gestured toward them. “I’ve no doubt they’ll be telling legends about you throughout the whole continent. My men ask me endless questions about the white-haired woman.”

As Anneliese smiled without much enthusiasm, Argrave put his hand atop her own. “And you tell anyone that asks, I’m sure, that she’s my wife.”

Ji Meng dipped his head. “Of course. I do have something to advise about, however.”

“Go ahead,” Anneliese encouraged him.

“Governor Zen will hear about me leading armies, my vital force rejuvenated. He’ll be fully aware that this is far beyond the plan that you discussed with him. And with the prospect of me heading to the imperial court—and by extension, the imperial harem, where his power is densest—his distrust of you will reach its apex,” Ji Meng declared clearly and with urgency.

Anneliese. She gave a silent nod, conveying a cue to the king Ji Meng didn’t grasp. As though permission was granted, he looked back at Ji Meng. “I know what you’re trying to do—secure your position by isolating us from Zen. The fact

lying. He closed his eyes and sighed. “Yes. I would see you separated from Zen; such an outcome would give me security I lack. But… if you allow me, I can help you regain the governor’s trust. I can help you pull him up by the

silently, while

boundaries.

time Argrave put his elbow on the table and leaned against

said a joke, but Ji

began uncertainly,

delegate all administrative, civil, judicial, and military authority to me.” Argrave put his hand to his chest. “You’re to retain the title of emperor, and you’ll continue to be known as the son of heaven. But rather than having genuine political

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that humbly confirmed rulership over the Great Chu to a military dictator than one who fought valiantly to maintain it. The title of ‘son of heaven’ would become both a protection

Ji Meng felt it the proper time to do something he hadn’t done in many decades. From where he kneeled, he lowered his head until it touched the ground in a kowtow. He lowered his head to people more than half a century younger than him. He didn’t expect Argrave to understand

grace,” Ji

It’s practicality,” Argrave dismissed. “Now—what were you

your newfound strength, but a weakness… it’s

cheek. “No harm in

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arrays of defensive weaponry designed to resist thousands of invaders. Now they stood in the heart of this fortified compound. Unlike all other times, dozens of guards lined the room as Governor Zen sat at the

false emperor,” Stain conveyed just as Elenore told him, sitting at the foot of the table as the guest of honor. “Now, it’s all but assured the rest of empire will fold. Do you know what comes next

Zen entwined his fingers. “The Palace of Heaven, isn’t

to him. In this talk, his role was to reveal the leak in their ranks by steering the conversation properly. And just alongside that…