Li Juntang’s residence was vast—so vast it resembled a maze.
Even with architectural blueprints in hand, Dustin had to tread carefully as he made his way through the estate. After all, paper plans often differed from reality.
Guided by a maid, Dustin twisted and turned through the corridors for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before finally arriving at a secluded courtyard with a garden.
The courtyard was spacious, filled with birdsong and the scent of blooming flowers. Serene and peaceful, it was a perfect place for quiet rest.
“Mr. Rhys, please rest here. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to let me know,” the maid said with a curtsy, her eyes full of gentle affection and admiration.
She had witnessed Dustin’s impressive performance at the martial grounds and knew he was a guest of great importance to the prince. If she could win the favor of such a powerful figure, her status could change overnight.
“That’s alright. You may leave—I won’t need anyone to wait on me,” Dustin said, gesturing for her to go.
“This…” the maid hesitated.
“Don’t worry. I’ll explain it to His Highness myself—you won’t be blamed,” Dustin assured her.
“Then, please rest well, sir. I’ll take my leave,” the maid said, though a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
She considered herself attractive, often catching the attention of visiting guests. Sometimes, His Highness even used her beauty to win over officials.
But this time, her charms were useless. Dustin hadn’t even spared her a glance. It left her wondering—had she grown older, lost her glow?
After the maid left, Dustin entered the bedroom, shut the door, and took out the architectural blueprint he always carried close. Even though he had memorized it, he carefully reviewed it again, cross-referencing it with what he had just observed in person.
“Mr. Rhys…”
A clear, melodious voice rang out from outside the room.
Dustin frowned slightly. He had told the maid to leave—who was here to disturb him now?
He opened the door to see a woman in a light pink gauze dress standing at the entrance of the courtyard. She had a graceful figure, snow-like skin, and a refined, intelligent look in her eyes. Her beauty was nothing short of breathtaking.
This woman was none other than Hongniang—ranked eighth on the Rouge List.
“Mr. Rhys, I’ve long admired your name. I came today especially to meet you. If this visit is sudden, I beg your pardon,” Hongniang said with a bow, her smile as warm as spring sunshine, pleasant and comforting.
“You’re a guest. Please, come in,” Dustin replied politely, returning her bow and inviting her inside.
The room was filled with a faint floral fragrance, mixing with the subtle scent from Hongniang, adding a dreamy, romantic layer to the peaceful space.
“I’ve heard of Mr. Rhys’s martial prowess for a long time. After seeing you today at the martial grounds, I must say your reputation is well-deserved,” Hongniang said as she gracefully sat at the table and sipped some tea. “Though I know little of martial arts, I greatly admire heroic men such as yourself.”
“You flatter me. I’ve only practiced some basic skills. It’s you, Miss Hongniang, who’s truly remarkable. Renowned on the Rouge List, known for both talent and beauty—it’s awe-inspiring,” Dustin replied with a smile.
He hadn’t met her before, but he’d heard of her. She was Li Juntang’s treasured courtesan, skilled in all the refined arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and blessed with stunning looks. She was often invited to entertain distinguished guests.
Still, it was rare for her to be sent so proactively. Clearly, Li Juntang was pulling out all the stops.
“Mr. Rhys is too kind. I merely survive in this mortal world with a few humble talents. You, however, are so accomplished at a young age. I wonder, do you have any hobbies or pastimes?” Hongniang asked with a charming smile.
“In my free time, I sometimes play chess. It helps calm the mind,” Dustin replied.
“How delightful! I also enjoy chess. Since fate has brought us together today, may I be so bold as to request a game?” she asked sweetly.
She knew her role. She was a tool Li Juntang had cultivated—sooner or later, she’d be offered up. But compared to lecherous, unattractive officials, if she had to give herself to someone, a gentleman like Dustin wouldn’t be a bad outcome.
“If the lady is interested, then I would be honored,” Dustin said with a slight nod. He couldn’t appear too indifferent or it might raise Li Juntang’s suspicion.
No interest in wealth, power, or beauty—why would he be here then?
“Bring my chess set,” Hongniang instructed a maid behind her.
“Yes, miss.” The maid quickly returned with a delicate chessboard and pieces.
The black and white stones gleamed softly under the sunlight.
The two sat down and began their match.
Hongniang played black and went first, every move elegant and deliberate. Her opening appeared casual but was filled with subtle tactics.
Dustin responded calmly, each move firm and steady.
“Mr. Rhys, I hear His Highness holds you in high regard and hopes you’ll join his cause,” Hongniang said casually while placing a piece. “With your abilities, if you aligned yourself with him, you could make an even greater name for yourself here in Stonia.” - Vivek
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