The fortress of Fengwu, a proud stronghold in the north of the state of Qin and the ancestral home of the Li family, was alive with celebration. Massive and sturdy, with walls that had withstood the passage of time and war, the castle reflected the importance of its master: Li Fang, a retired general of seventy-six years, renowned for his victories and wisdom.
The air was thick with the scent of incense and traditional food. Soldiers, nobles, and important figures from the region—including administrators and commanders—had gathered to honor the patriarch. Family banners fluttered in the wind, while torches illuminated the great hall, adorned with scrolls and relics from past battles.
Li Fang, seated on a simple yet imposing throne, raised his cup to toast. His voice, though measured, carried a strength that filled the room.
"Today, we celebrate more than my years. We celebrate the strength of Fengwu and the blood of our family. In times of war, only alliance and unity will bring lasting peace."
At that moment, Marquis Shen entered the hall, lord of a neighboring city near Li Wei's territory, accompanied by his son and his daughter Mei Ling, a sixteen-year-old young woman of noble bearing and steady gaze.
Grandfather Li Fang rose and approached his grandson Li Wei, who, escorted by his five hundred elite riders, wore simple yet elegant armor.
"Li Wei, the time has come to strengthen not only our walls but also our bonds. Marquis Shen, whose friendship has been unwavering for years, proposes that you marry his daughter Mei Ling, to unite our houses and protect our lands."
Li Wei looked at Mei Ling, who remained calm and dignified, aware of her role.
Li Wei:With respect and determination, he responded,"This commitment would seal a valuable alliance for our peoples. However, I would like to know Mei Ling better and ensure we share a common vision."
Marquis Shen:"My daughter is prepared for this noble purpose. This union will benefit us all."
Mei Ling:"It will be an honor to support and protect the Li family, and our people."
After the lively celebration at Fengwu, the main hall began to empty. The torches flickered as the last guests departed and shadows lengthened. Li Wei, still wearing the light armor from the banquet, was led by a servant to a pavilion reserved in the inner gardens of the castle. There, surrounded by the scent of night-blooming flowers, Mei Ling awaited.
She appeared dressed in a sky-blue hanfu, embroidered with delicate motifs of lotus flowers and cranes, her hair simply yet elegantly tied. Her dark, deep eyes reflected a mixture of serenity and curiosity.
Li Wei stepped forward with a slight respectful bow:
"Mei Ling, it is an honor to meet you beyond the walls of the court and the pomp of the feast."
She responded with a warm but measured smile:
"The honor is mine, young commander. Fengwu is a place full of history, and to meet Li Fang's grandson, a living legend, fills me with respect."
Initial Conversation
Li Wei gazed at the moonlit garden, searching for words that conveyed sincerity without losing composure.
"I know this union is not just a personal commitment but the hope for stability for our families and our people. I want you to know I value that responsibility."
Mei Ling nodded, revealing a maturity beyond her years.
"I understand that as well. My father trusts that together we can protect our lands and our people. But I would like to know the man behind the warrior."
Li Wei smiled with genuine surprise.
"I am not so imposing off the battlefield. Although my days have been marked by war and defense, I also value peace and learning. I enjoy reading about strategy, but I also listen to those around me."
Mei Ling stepped closer, lowering her voice.
"Perhaps our differences will complement each other, not become obstacles. I hope we can learn from each other, not only as allies but as people."
First Impressions
Li Wei sensed that behind Mei Ling's beauty and nobility was a strong spirit and keen intelligence that could challenge and support him equally.
She, in turn, recognized in Li Wei a firm leadership but also a humanity few soldiers show. There was respect and a silent promise to understand each other in the future.
Farewell with a Promise
Before departing, Mei Ling bowed her head.
"This is only the first meeting, commander. I hope the next one will be under better circumstances, and that the alliance between our families will be strong and enduring."
Li Wei responded with a bow.
"It shall be so, Mei Ling. Together, we will face whatever comes."
The servant reappeared to escort Mei Ling, and Li Wei was left alone in the garden, gazing at the moon as the night breeze caressed his face, knowing that his future—and that of Fengwu—had just become intertwined in that moment.