Prologue 2: The Celestial Dragon People of the Celestial Dragon Kingdom

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Shi Bao was a core member of the Sima family’s inner circle. Back when he was still selling iron in Xuchang, he was promoted from obscurity by Sima Yi. Now, as General Who Guards the East, holding a temporary imperial authority and titled Marquis of Dongguang, he commanded military affairs in Yangzhou and was a trusted confidant of Sima Shi. Unfortunately, Sima Shi had passed away, and the face of the Sima clan was now Sima Zhao.

The loyalty of an elder brother’s confidant did not necessarily extend to the younger brother. Thus, Sima Zhao’s attitude toward Shi Bao was somewhat ambiguous—he relied on him but also kept him under guard.

One undeniable reality was this: when the Sima family opposed other clans, Shi Bao would undoubtedly stand with the Sima. Yet, when internal strife arose within the Sima family, Shi Bao’s position was uncertain.

Sima Zhao worried about Shi Bao’s allegiance, and Shi Bao harbored reservations toward Sima Zhao. Should Sima Zhao fail to maintain control and the family select another leader—perhaps Sima Zhao’s brother Sima Zhou, known for his military prowess—it was difficult to predict whose side Shi Bao would take.

Shi Bao had been urgently summoned by Sima Zhao to return from Yangzhou to Luoyang to assume the post of Colonel of the Capital Garrison. If Shi Bao returned to Luoyang, it meant he remained an ally. If not, it was likely that Sima Zhao would prepare to suppress rebellion.

Throughout his journey, Shi Bao was anxious about his reception upon arriving in Luoyang. By the time he neared the outskirts of the city, his nerves were taut. Though not yet a frightened bird startled by a bowstring’s twang, his tension was near breaking point. Had it not been for this extreme caution, Shi Gan-dang would not have shouted himself hoarse to allow Shi Chong to return for a visit.

The current situation was so fraught and deceptive that even the smallest misstep could doom the entire family. Hence, Shi Bao was meticulous, missing nothing.

The Shi family residence was large, even in the land-scarce city of Luoyang, its scale impressive. Situated near the East Yang Gate, the compound was rectangular, surrounded by high walls topped with double-eaved roofs. Inside the gate lay the front hall, flanked on either side by rows of wing rooms.

This was the separate courtyard where Shi Bao and his wife lived.

A large main gate centered on the southern wall bore a gate tower with tiled eaves and windows on all sides, offering a distant view. Each of the four corners of the estate had watchtowers, their roofs matching the gate tower’s style, but with walls only on the left and right sides; one side had a window.

The east and west wings contained many small courtyards housing Shi Chong’s sons and unmarried daughters.

A small gate in the center of the northern wall served as the back entrance. Servants lived near this rear gate, along with stables, granaries, kitchens, and wood storage.

In the warm bathhouse of the rear courtyard, Shi Gan-dang reclined by the water basin with his eyes closed, two young, beautiful maidservants attentively washing his body. The dim firelight cast a suggestive atmosphere.

The warm water was constantly replenished by a flow of fresh water heated in a nearby boiler room, washing away the grime on Shi Gan-dang’s body at a visible pace.

Two other maidservants continually added flower petals to the pool, their gazes occasionally drifting to Shi Gan-dang’s taut abdominal muscles. Yet no one spoke, each absorbed in their task.

Shi Gan-dang felt awkward being so scrutinized but thought better of it—so long as he was not embarrassed, the discomfort would fall on others.

Nominally, Shi Gan-dang was Shi Bao’s so-called “adopted son,” but in truth, this status meant being a cannon fodder who would risk life and death on the front lines to protect the family in times of crisis.

Shi Bao had not just one but dozens of such adopted sons, serving as the family’s wings, shields, spears, and cavalry vanguard.

This was the world of the Tianlong clan—its brilliance had nothing to do with the stray dogs by the roadside.

No one reasoned with a transmigrator like Shi Gan-dang. If he was called an adopted son, then he was one, bound to shed his last drop of blood for the Shi family. He could not refuse; everything was beyond his control.

After the bath, the four maidservants tidied the place, dressed him, then bowed deeply and gracefully retreated outside the bathhouse, their humility touching.

Shi Gan-dang approached a bronze mirror by the window, observing himself in a blue silk robe and loose skirted trousers. In the firelight, the mirror reflected a young man in ancient attire wearing a leather cap, refined and elegant, his sharp eyes piercing. Though the cap concealed his short hair, his appearance and style matched those of the noblemen of this era perfectly.

His face and costume combined to create a striking, seamless impression.

“This attire is quite valuable—a gift from the Shi family, so they must have expectations,” Shi Gan-dang murmured to himself, wiping away self-mockery. Straightening his new clothes, he strode out of the bathhouse.

The maidservants waited obediently by the door.

Among those present was Shi Chong, who had saved his life that day. He stood with hands tucked into his sleeves, appraising Shi Gan-dang from head to toe.

A flicker of surprise crossed Shi Chong’s face—perhaps realizing that clothes make the man. After Shi Gan-dang’s wash, he no longer looked like a servile slave.

Appearance reflects the heart; Shi Gan-dang’s face differed from the usual servile countenances, which made Shi Chong relax his vigilance.

“Strip completely!” Shi Chong commanded calmly, leaving Shi Gan-dang momentarily bewildered.

Just after bathing, undressing in public seemed inappropriate. Before he could ask, the four maidservants simultaneously loosened their belts, removed their robes, and let down their hair as if mechanized.

Only once they stood naked did they straighten their chests and face forward with calm eyes.

“You’ve had a hard journey, Gan-dang. If any of these girls catch your eye, you may choose one to attend you tonight,” Shi Chong smiled lightly, as if mentioning a trivial matter. He appeared intelligent and refined, exuding an indefinable sense of pure freshness.

Anyone not under his control would find him a worthy companion.

“Sixth Young Master (Shi Chong’s rank in the family), I am indebted for your rescue. I have yet to achieve any merit and cannot accept such a reward. I truly lack the heart,” Shi Gan-dang said, stepping back and bowing respectfully.

Shi Chong smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand. The four maidservants swiftly dressed and departed in single file.

The brief spring intimacy disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving Shi Gan-dang somewhat dazed.

He realized that servants had no rights in this world; being ordered to undress by the powerful was a mark of favor.

In the Tianlong world, those who set the rules acted without restraint.

Masters and slaves alike were accustomed to this.

“Come to my study. I have questions for you,” Shi Chong said solemnly, his smile vanished.

They walked through the estate and eventually reached a quiet courtyard—the “Xianglan Courtyard,” where Shi Chong lived.

Inside the antique study, Shi Gan-dang saw piles of bamboo slips stacked like small mountains in the corner—proof that Shi Chong was fond of learning.

Shi Chong found a small wooden stool and knelt on it, sitting with his buttocks resting on the stool.

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Shi Gan-dang imitated him, finding the kneeling position surprisingly comfortable. No wonder these Tianlong people could sit for hours; without such support, their calves would quickly develop varicose veins and gangrene.

The clinic would be full of people awaiting amputations.

He thought: There must be unknown reasons behind the “strange” customs of the ancients. Humans dislike hardship, and ancient people were no different.

“Gan-dang, I ask you: how much do you know about the current state of the world? Of course, just speak freely; you may say whatever you wish,” Shi Chong asked pointedly.

Shi Gan-dang nodded slightly, pondering his words. When superiors say “speak freely,” it is never casual and must not be taken lightly or met with silence.

“I know a little, have heard some,” he finally said, choosing modesty to appear composed.

“Please, go on!” Shi Chong’s face brightened momentarily, then quickly masked it. He hurriedly poured a full cup of wine for Shi Gan-dang.

Seeing Shi Chong’s pleased expression, Shi Gan-dang stood, gathering his thoughts.

Though treated as a guest with fine food, drink, and maidservants attending his bath, Shi Gan-dang knew the Shi family was still uncertain of his true value. They did not yet grasp his abilities.

If they deemed him useless, all the privileges would be revoked, and he might be relegated to the stables.

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