The Ten Swords Conference III
Morning comes, and with it the day of the conference. You are awake and ready even before the knock at the door comes: a servant has been sent to guide you to the main hall. It seems that the meeting will start together with breakfast. The covers of the bed shift lazily as its occupant refuses to get up. You should probably wake her.
***
You meet up with the others in front of the main hall – it seems that all of them have gotten a good night’s rest. Nie Wuxing gives you a polite salute. Smiling, you return the courtesy. He seems a lot calmer this morning, striking a pose of quiet confidence.
Soon, the doors open. As you enter, you see that the tables have been arranged around a central dais, upon which a long copper sword has been laid on a soft cushion of silk. Besides you, you can hear Nie Wuxing whisper, “The Xuanyuan Sword…” It is polished to the extent that its surface could be used as a mirror. Both the blade and hilt are lined with precious gems that sparkle in the morning light. The design evokes a grand feeling of power and authority – it is certainly fit for a ruler’s hand. A strange feeling wells forth from deep inside you. There is something about the sword that feels… odd.
The veiled hostess is seated on a platform at the end of the hall. A large, beautifully-carved zither lies in front of her. From here you cannot make out any of her features, but her build is tall and slender. She raises one elegant hand towards you. “What is the matter, wielder of the Yuchang Sword? Why do you not take your seat?”
You look around you. All of the other sword-holders are already in their designated places, their Great Swords placed on top of their tables. Even the audience, here to witness the sword’s handover, have been seated. Nie Wuxing is glaring at you for holding up the proceedings. Walking over to your table, you place the Yuchang Sword on top of it. But you do not sit.
Looking up, you grin.
“There is no need for me to sit down. This will be settled before my feet start to ache.” You call out to those assembled here, reaching out with both hands. “We are all aware of the importance of this conference! This is not just about the jianghu, and those that dwell within it. No, this is far more important than that. The legendary swords that lie before all of you are treasures that represent the heart of our country and our people, from the highest nobility to the lowest peasantry!”
Nie Wuxing’s eyes widen, his mouth left hanging open as he realizes the familiar words you are speaking. “Wait-“
With a gleeful smile, you speak over him, raising your voice. “Mercy! Courage! Love! All of you have come to bear these swords because you feel these virtues deeply within you. I am sure that none of you would wield your blades under a lie… and so it is that even I must speak the truth on a day such as this. The Xuanyuan Sword is the sword of rulership. Holding a conference to pick its wielder from amongst us is – in truth – a waste of time. None of us are rulers. None of us possess the divine right to lord over the masses. From the very beginning, there has only been one truth! That under Heaven, there is only one person that is worthy of the Xuanyuan Sword. It belongs to the Son of Heaven!”
Slamming your palms down on the table to make your point, you glance at Nie Wuxing. “Am I wrong, Master Nie? As the leader of the orthodox sects, will you stand with me?”
“I…” He tugs at his beard annoyedly, gulping back some choice words you think would ruin his gentlemanly image; you can guess that he is rather displeased that you stole his big moment. “Yes, I do. I have to agree with Xu Jing. In fact, I have had similar thoughts-“
“As expected of the respected leader of the Eight Sects! May we all applaud his wisdom and foresight. Is there anyone else who would disagree that the Xuanyuan Sword is the property of the Emperor?” you call out, cutting Nie Wuxing off before he can finish.
“For the Emperor!” shouts Shun anonymously from the sidelines. “Long live the Emperor!”
A split second later, the hall is filled with the sounds of people hailing the Emperor as loudly as they can, cheering for a man that is not present – as far as they know – in the hall. Nie Wuxing is continuing to send his glares your way. Bai Jiutian gives you a subtle nod, and besides her, Madam Nie’s expression remains unchanged; it is calm and collected. Does that mean their plans are unchanged even if you take the credit? Perhaps. The crucial bit comes right after this.
As the cheers die down, Nie Wuxing speaks up again. “A marvellous display of patriotism, Xu Jing... no, from everyone present.” He appears to have fully composed himself. Nodding at you approvingly, he says, “I feel proud to be in such company. Still, the Emperor is far away in Chang’an, while the sword is here, on Taoying Island. The journey is long and arduous; we cannot expect His Majesty to make such a gruelling trip across the country. I suggest that we convey it to him, as a gesture of our undying loyalty. To that end, I would like to propose my humble self to escort the sword. Does anyone have any disagreements?” Nie Wuxing looks at you as he asks that question, smiling. He probably wants to claw back as much public spotlight as he can.
If he is confident enough to still make that proposal, you wonder what he has planned. Should he lose the sword on the way to Chang’an – by design or by accident – it would ruin his reputation severely, not to mention making him directly accountable for the sword’s loss in the Emperor's eyes. Perhaps he does not desire the sword?
You are unsure. There is too little to go on right now. You wonder if you should let him play his move unchecked…
***
A. You argue that this is a gesture from the wielders of the Great Swords, and so it is only fair and right that all of them make the trip to Chang’an to present the sword together. You are aware that not everyone might be able to make the trip, but those who can, should. With such a large group of people – plus everyone waiting for you back on the mainland – it would be near impossible for Nie’s people to pull off anything.
B. You openly agree with Nie Wuxing. Let him have his escort duty. You just need to keep track of him after the conference. Allowing him to relax his guard and subsequently tailing him in secret might even yield you more information than you would have otherwise.
C. You argue for Guo Fu to be the primary escort for the sword. The Wudang Sect still retains an impeccable reputation. Of the sword-holders you can trust, compared to Song Lingshu, who is currently an outcast from Qingcheng, and Murong Yandi, whose master may be apolitical but is decidedly eccentric, Guo Fu’s respectability is your best shot here. Pitting his reputation against Nie’s is a hard task, but you have to try anyway.
D. You point out that the Emperor is already here. You are revealing Shun’s identity without his permission, but at this point it is now the quickest way to pass the sword into his hands and resolve the entire conference for good. He'll understand.