The Lin Mansion is located in the northern part of the bustling city where the merchants shouted selling off their goods, and the cultivators walked with a purpose looking to buy something- an escape from this madness.
The Lin Mansion did not have the grief striking, depressing paradigms other noble families would have. This estate felt more natural and welcoming as compared to a castle with thick stone walls and closed off to the rest of the world.
The polished jade stone walls were illuminated by the sun's light, and the golden vines of ivy showcased beautifully at the walls creating a masterpiece surpassing nature.
Beyond the stunning gates, there was a stunning garden with an array of colors. Spiritual flowers blooming with their punctuated beauty is assembled in polite harmony.
The alluring masks of the plum blossoms and lilacs waltz in adding a touch of composition to the smell of the morning dew. Cherry blossom trees stand arm in arm on both sides of the avenue allowing pink clouds to dance amongst each other captivating all who behold, rendering the scene ageless.
Through the courtyard, there was a stream allowing flawless gentle waves to accompany the gargantuan skies. On the surface, lotus blossoms danced gracefully while below, koi fish swam elegantly.
Melodies erupted from the timeless willow trees. Birds sang their songs combined with the laughter of servants attending to their daily tasks.
A luxurious celestial gate is visible, indeed. An appropriately kept garden of purity in which the petals of the flowers are fully open - there is total harmony.
Air, with the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms lilacs, and the clean fragrance of morning dew, pervades. Cherry trees grow in the wayfaring areas, and their pale pink petals glide gently on the current of the wind and they create the effect that the world is frozen.
A winding creek runs through the courtyard and its water is so clear that it shows the heavens. The lotus leaves float, while underneath fish the koi move elegantly.
Birds chirped sweet tunes on the windows of the ancient willow trees, while the laughter of the ancient servants could be faintly heard in the background.
Drops of sweat glistened on his lightly tanned skin, revealing a meticulous effort of training. His eyes were as brilliant as polished ebony blades, shimmering with determination as they fixated onto the shimmering blade he wielded.
He gripped the sword's handle without effort. His face looked young, but something about it unsettled others. A strong jawline and high cheekbones, along with a nose that fit his face , suggested a man was hiding inside him ready to show himself.
Skin devoid of any imperfection, like jeweled glass. The smooth obsidian eyes further elongated the pure beauty of his face, to the point where it felt otherworldly.
He donned a fitted dark-blue training robe which accentuated his physique. Every singular motion of his moved his muscles which lay dormant underneath the robe. His arms possessed grace and a smoothness blended with power, forged over years of focused practice.
His robe stuck to his body showing off his well-shaped shoulders and the steady up and down of his chest as he controlled his breath.
His hair tied in a tight fighter's bun, moved a bit with each swing of his sword, with loose bits framing his stunning face. At just 10 years old, he had a power and elegance that might one day change the world.
The scent of flowering spirit flowers filled the air as the sun cast long shadows over the verdant garden. The sound of faraway servants laughing and the rustle of leaves barely registered in his mind.
At this moment, the sword, his breathing pattern, and the silent promise of power to come were all that he could see.
The scent of flowering spirit flowers filled the air as the sun cast long shadows over the verdant garden.
The sound of faraway servants laughing and the rustle of leaves barely registered in his mind.
Only the blade, the cadence of his breath, and the silent promise of power ahead were visible to him now.
A gentle wind with a soothing melody flowed through the garden.
"It's getting late, Yun'er. "Come inside and have dinner," the voice urged, soft and comforting like a moonlit lullaby.
The young child named Lin Yun paused mid-swing, his watchful eyes fixed on the approaching figure.
As she stepped on the stone pathway, it appeared as though her feet had never touched the ground before. Mu Qinglan's long, straight, and thick hair gently sways back, radiating strength, pride and sophistication. Lin Yun's mother possessed a kind of beauty that is simply breathtaking.
Every step she took unleashed a gentle wavy spring on her black silk hair that cascaded down her back. Her face was stunning, leaving no doubts as to why her beauty was so renowned. When looked at from an angle, framed strands would enhance her glowing skin and her face around the edges while a soft light witnessed the earth doting the sunset.
Loose strands of hair would frame her face particularly highlighted her doll-like skin alongside the perfect that would tan and glow. Her exceptionally crafted face would rest gently over two eyebrows which were elegantly arched. Gracing her mouth were soft and full lips that possessed a natural rosy tint delighting onlookers further.
Her naturally petite body was well proportioned with the dress that she wore. The flowing gown would drape elegantly on her skin revealing silhouettes of her skin. The silky robe expanded gently revealing its lavender hues. Beautiful handcrafted silver lotuses embellished the gown.
Approaching her with worry and pride, her child witnessed vibrant golden rays of the sun highlighting the gentle rise and fall of her chest along with her bone structure. The protruding cheekbones of her face framed underneath her chin enhanced her beauty tremendously by radiating the soft sunlight.
As she spoke again, mu revealed another stunning trait of hers. The culmination of authority sprinkled together with her tone of voice added a sweet reminder to the ear like wind on jade leaves.
"You have been practicing since lunchtime, Yun'er." She tugged at her lips in a grin and spoke in a kind but firm voice, "Come in before the night chills set in."
After taking a breath, Lin Yun lowered his blade. He wanted to stop, but he was unable to halt his mother's comments.
He holstered his weapon, approached her and gave a nod.
While they made their way back to Lin Mansion, the last rays of the sun entwined them in golden silk before the night's darkness covered the place in a shroud.
Walking into Lin Mansion, they entered the grand hall lit up by flickering lamps that traced delicate shadows on the basined walls, reverberating inside carved wooden pillars and lovely murals.
The kitchen fumes mingled with a faint whiff of incense.
A silent figure in the farthest corner, calmly sitting on a chair, was a picture of repose and quiet authority. He looked just about twenty-five years of age, although a mature wisdom glimmered in his eyes.
The smiling face of his and his entire body broadcast an unbelievable charisma that commanded respect.
This was Lin Tian, patriarch of the Lin family, mu Qinglan's husband, Lin Yun's father.
His eyes glimmered like molten gold and his nose had an elegant touch. His features were incredibly handsome, and he possessed sharp contours: strong jawline and deep set eyes.
A few loose strands fell over his forehead while he casually pulled back his long, dark hair, which gave him an authoritative feel alongside the ease he exuded.
As if untamed power and reality was embodied in a person, he wore a dark robe with silver clouds embroidered on it, it radiated raw elegance.
Although wearing a calm expression, his stare was sharp as if able to look through any doubting or false impressions.
The moment he spotted Mu Qinglan and Lin Yun approaching, the sternness in his demeanor changed to something softer.
The slight crease on his forehead hinted at deep contemplation.
"Yun'er, you trained until sundown again?" Strong, firm, and slightly humorous, Lin Tian's voice reverberated across the audience.
As he gazed at his son's slightly wet forehead and the remaining sharpness in his stance—both products of constant training—his eyes were filled with pride.
Unconsciously straightening his back, Lin Yun nodded and looked back at his father. "Yes, Father." In order to protect you and Mother, I have to get stronger.
Lin Tian hummed softly in gratitude.
He gestured at the table. "Take a seat. A warrior needs to eat well in addition to training hard.
Mu Qinglan's voice was as warm as a mild breeze as she laughed softly. "And rest," she replied, grinning knowingly as she looked at Lin Yun.
As soon as the seats were filled, the butlers brought in food which was steamed, smelling good, of roasted pork tenderized with the help of spiritual herbs, and an incredibly well-sized selection of the most superb side dishes as a result of the wizardry of exceptional ingredients.
He turned his head slightly toward the boy before reaching for the chopsticks and dipping them into the soy sauce. "Yun'er, please let me ask you: how would you rate your training today?"
Responding, Lin Yun said, "I'm improving, but…still not quite there."
His hands tightened around his chopsticks. "I must increase my strength and speed. I want to reach a level where I don't feel constrained and where my loved ones are safe from harm."
The tiny curvature of Lin Tian's lips resembled a smile."Good,"
He answered plainly. "Then, after dinner, let me see what you've learned."
Lin Yun's eyes widened, brimming with anticipation. "Yes, Father!"
Mu Qinglan groaned, but her face didn't change its pleasantness.
She shook her head softly and remarked, "At least let him digest his meal first."
Lin Tian laughed, a distinctive sound that conveyed pride and pleasure. "Of course."
With candles flickering and magnificent halos surrounding them, a pleasant atmosphere permeated the dining hall as the family ate dinner.
While the night grew darker outside, a fire of strength, family, and unwavering ambition glowed brightly within the Lin Mansion.
Lin Tian and Lin Yun went back outside after dinner, where a light evening breeze was rustling the leaves as they entered the serene courtyard illuminated by the moon. Previously bathed in bright sunlight, the spiritual garden was now a silvery shade, the whisper of the wind blending with the calming hum of nightlife.
Standing in the center of the courtyard with a sword in hand, Lin Yun maintained a straight but youthful stance. With his arms clasped behind his back, Lin Tian observed him for a while.
"Begin," Lin Tian said in a soothing but firm voice.
After inhaling deeply, Lin Yun advanced and executed a series of precise sword movements. His moves flowed from one to the next as his blade cut through the air with exact force. Resolve burned in his sparkling eyes, and his forehead was slightly furrowed.
Silently, Lin Tian gazed at every flaw and strength in his son's body. A few minutes later, he spoke.
"Your stance—too rigid." Gently changing his posture, he stepped closer and put his hand on Lin Yun's shoulder. "You must have water-like fluidity. You make holes in your protection when you are rigid.
Lin Yun corrected himself and nodded.
Then Lin Tian lifted his hand, made a blade with his fingers, and did it again slowly. His movements seemed almost careless due to their exceptional fluidity, but each blow was accompanied by a flash of underlying strength.
Lin Tian said, "Watch my wrist," demonstrating a fluid change of attack. "Your energy must flow naturally, not be forced."
Before repeating, Lin Yun carefully considered each element. His footwork was more controlled and his strikes were softer this time. Lin Tian gave a nod of approval.
Lin Tian lowered his hands to indicate the conclusion of their practice after an hour of honing Lin Yun's technique.
"That should be more than enough," he'd state. "While training is critical, do not allow it to consume you entirely. A blade that is sharpened too much, as in the case of a warrior sworn to never rest, will only render itself brittle and break."
Lin Yun took a few breaths as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. In spite of his exhaustion, he would nod his head, and listened to everything his father said.
With his palm, Lin Tian patted the head of his son. "Yun'er, your progress is commendable. Make sure you are doing this – do not forget that as much as physical prowess is important, so too is mental and spiritual focus."
Lin Yun's lips opened as a subtle smile appeared. "I understand now, Father."
Before turning to leave, Lin Tian gave one more look of approval. "Go and rest."
Lin Tian stood by himself in the cool night air as Lin Yun bowed softly and went inside.
During the stroll around the Lin Mansion, Lin Tian noticed that the dark sky was filled with a bright moon, and the estate was almost submerged in serenity. It was then that he could smell the fragrance of spirit flowers wafting through the air.
There was a peaceful silence where the staff had laughed before. At this hour, even the slight rustle of leaves looked softer.
Slowly, with his hands behind his back, Lin Tian surveyed the familiar area.
It is nearly a decade since the event that transformed all.
Once he steadied himself, he headed for his quarters.
This magnanimous suite of the Lin Mansion reportedly exhibited the grandeur and extravagance. Massive curtains lined with gold thread were draped around the exceptionally large bed. The ambient aroma of the burning sandalwood and flowers wafted through one corner of the room.
A smashing wardrobe rigged up with generous jade inlays was flanked by exquisitely carved dragons and phoenixes. On a low wooden table next to the bed were two glasses and a plain teapot. Steam was still rising from the water in the glasses.
Lin Tian stepped in and took off his robe. He then changed into a loose dark tunic which was a lot less formal than what he usually wore. He sighed.
When he walked into the room, Mu Qinglan was sitting beside the bed and reading, her hair over part of her shoulder. She raised her head, her brow protesting.
"You trained Yun'er for more than an hour outside again, didn't you?" It was more playful than angry.
Lin Tian stretched and eased his robe's collar, smiling a little. "He demanded."Besides, he is improving."
With a sneer, Mu Qinglan put the book down. "He is definitely getting better. She teasingly touched the area next to her and said, "He shares your obsessive training habits,"
Lin Tian rolled his shoulders, sat down, and smiled.
"But you say that, yet you were looking from the sidelines, no?"
Her arms crossed, Mu Qinglan let out a sigh. "What does that matter? Moreover, he's my son. Are you going to ensure that I do not appear too strict with him, or should I?"
Lin Tian shook his head with a small smile. His hand reached out to put back a rebellious strand of her hair. "You think too much, you know?"
"I think that is for me to decide, thank you very much," she retorted, snatched her hand back, "And I, for one, do not worry enough." Anger had half-heartedly twisted her lips, "To be honest, sometimes I feel like I have two kids rather than a husband."
Lin Tian pretended to be offended. I'll tell you that I'm a very responsible adult. "Excuse me?"
Mu Qinglan gave a snort. "Oh? Why, therefore, did I hear the slaves discussing how this morning their powerful patriarch almost stumbled over a garden rock?
Lin Tian's eyes narrowed. "That rock was placed there with malicious intent."
Mu Qinglan shook her head and burst out laughing. "Of course it was."
Sitting back against the headboard, Lin Tian observed her laugh with melting golden eyes. Uncomplicated, carefree, and easy moments like these provided everything with a real feel. She was more than his wife; she was his friend, the only one who saw his humanity beyond his role.
He pulled her to his side, arm around her waist. "You know, considering all your complaining, you wouldn't trade me in for someone else."
Mu Qinglan leaned against his shoulder and rolled her eyes, but a smile on her face. "Unfortunate for me, I guess."
He smiled and quickly kissed her temple. "Wise woman."
She groaned and eased herself against him. "Oh, um. Don't keep Yun'er out so late the next time, though. He still needs to get some rest.
Lin Tian gave a nod. "I will."
With the flickering lighting creating beautiful shadows on the walls, they were in a cozy silence.
Mu Qinglan explored his side after a moment.
"Also, regarding that garden rock—are you certain it wasn't Yun'er's?"Yesterday, you did consume the last of his delectable cakes.
Lin Tian stopped.
"...I need to have a word with my son."
Laughing softly, Mu Qinglan came closer to him, shook her head and said, "Of course, dear." "The fearsome Lin Tian, super he is, is now no more thus was beaten by a mere pebble from the garden."
Hugging her tightly, he let out a sound of frustration. "You always make fun of me so much."
"Of course," she said, gazing at him. "One of life's better things."
Lin Tian leaned in and kissed the top of her head gently and laughed, his expression relaxing. "Then I suppose I can bear it."
Her deep, dazzling eyes glistened in the candlelight. The statement "It has been 'Ten years' is hard to believe."
After glancing at the ceiling for a moment, Lin Tian said, "Yes… 'Ten years'."
As the warmth of shared memories crept in between them, the room fell into a cozy silence.
While the world continued to move outside, time appeared to stop behind these walls, providing them with a brief moment of tranquility—just the two of them and the life they had established together.