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The message arrived on the same day for all ten men who were competing for Adrian's hand.
It did not summon them to the training grounds.
It did not ask them to gather in the study hall.
Instead, they were instructed to come to the Eastern Pavilion, the quiet structure overlooking the lake on the estate.
When they arrived, they immediately realized something had changed.
The pavilion had been rearranged.
Beneath a blooming tree stood a neatly arranged rack of weapons.
A guqin rested on a low table near the water, its polished wood reflecting the afternoon light.
Another table had been prepared with paper, brushes, and ink.
And standing calmly in the center of the pavilion—
was Adrian.
He wore black training clothes, the sleeves tied back with thin silver cords. His long hair was bound high, revealing the elegant line of his neck.
There was something different about him today.
He did not look soft the way he usually did.
There was a sharper edge to him now.
The ten men gathered, exchanging quiet glances.
Gu Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
Adrian stepped forward.
"You have all shown me what you can do," he said calmly. "It would not be fair if I did not show you what I can do as well."
Zhao Ming blinked in surprise.
"You?"
Adrian smiled faintly.
"Did you think I was only a pretty face?"
Silence followed.
Even Bai Xuan looked intrigued.
Adrian walked toward the rack of weapons.
"General Gu," he said without turning, "may I borrow your spear?"
Gu Han stepped forward without hesitation and handed him the long black spear.
The weapon seemed far too large for Adrian's slender frame.
Adrian accepted it, weighing the balance in his palm.
Then—
he moved.
The air seemed to split.
The spear sliced forward with a sharp whistle, its black shaft flashing through the sunlight.
Adrian's feet moved swiftly across the pavilion floor, every step controlled and precise.
The spear darted and coiled like a living serpent.
Tang Huo's grin slowly faded.
Gu Han's gaze darkened.
Adrian spun, the spear tracing a silver arc through the sunlight. His grip shifted effortlessly as the weapon changed direction in his hands.
Then—
he stopped.
The spear's tip halted a hair's breadth from a leaf hanging from the tree above.
The leaf fell.
Cleanly split in two.
The pavilion fell completely silent.
Adrian lowered the spear and returned it.
"I trained for eight years," he said evenly. "Enough to defend myself."
Gu Han stepped closer, his voice low.
"That was not self-defense."
Adrian met his gaze calmly.
"No," he said. "That was discipline."
He returned to the center of the pavilion.
"Strength without strategy is reckless," Adrian continued. "But strategy without strength is weakness."
He gestured toward the guqin.
"Liang Feng."
The musician stepped forward.
Adrian sat down before the instrument, his fingers hovering above the strings.
"I am not a master," he said quietly. "But I understand emotion."
The first note rang out—clear and steady.
Another followed.
The melody was simple, almost restrained. There was no showy technique, no unnecessary flourishes.
Only control.
The music carried across the lake like a quiet wind.
There was loneliness within it.
But there was strength as well.
Lin Qiyue's expression softened.
Shen Rui listened in thoughtful silence.
Gradually the melody changed, the loneliness transforming into something firmer—like resolve slowly taking shape.
Like a decision.
When the final note faded into the wind, no one spoke for several moments.
Liang Feng lowered his head slightly.
"You do not play to impress others."
Adrian rose from the seat.
"No," he replied softly. "I play to keep moving forward."
He walked toward the desk.
"Bring me the reports from the western trade routes."
A servant quickly delivered a stack of documents.
Adrian skimmed through them with surprising speed.
Then he looked up.
"Merchant Zhao," he said calmly, "your business is struggling."
Zhao Ming blinked in surprise.
"You saw that just from reading?"
Adrian nodded.
"You expanded too quickly. Your operating costs rose before your markets could stabilize."
Zhao Ming's smile slowly disappeared as he studied Adrian more carefully.
Adrian picked up a brush and wrote a few short lines.
"If you reduce your focus to three trade hubs instead of five, and renegotiate transport contracts, your profit margin will recover."
He passed the paper over.
"Try it."
Zhao Ming studied the writing for a long moment.
"You've studied commerce."
"I've invested before," Adrian replied simply.
Zhao Ming gave a low whistle.
"That makes you dangerous."
Adrian smiled faintly.
"Only to inefficiency."
Soft laughter spread among the men.
Then Lin Qiyue stepped forward.
"And politics?"
Adrian looked at him calmly.
"Give me a situation."
Lin Qiyue nodded.
"The Southern Duke wants additional funding for the army. The kingdom's treasury is already strained. The Crown Prince supports him, but the Second Prince opposes it. The court is divided."
Adrian answered without hesitation.
"Do not take sides."
Wei Jian's eyebrows lifted.
Adrian continued.
"Propose an infrastructure initiative—roads and supply networks for the army. The Southern Duke receives what he needs. The kingdom frames it as economic development."
Gu Han watched him with growing interest.
"And privately," Adrian added, "ensure both princes agree to maintain balanced military authority. Whoever ascends the throne will owe you their stability."
Silence followed once again.
Mo Yan studied Adrian with new depth.
Wei Jian spoke slowly.
"You plan several steps ahead."
Adrian's expression softened slightly.
"I had to."
He stepped back and looked at all ten men.
"This household will not exist simply for appearances," he said calmly.
His gaze moved across their faces.
"I cannot bear children."
His hand brushed the rose-shaped mark beneath his robe.
"But I can protect myself. I can build wealth. And I can navigate politics."
He paused.
"If you choose to marry me, it will not be to care for someone fragile."
Gu Han stepped forward first.
"I have no interest in weakness," he said quietly.
Tang Huo grinned again—this time softer.
"Good. Weak people bore me."
Zhao Ming chuckled.
"I was hoping you would be intelligent."
Lin Qiyue inclined his head.
"That certainly simplifies matters."
Bai Xuan's silver hair stirred in the breeze as he smiled faintly.
"You truly are extraordinary."
Adrian clasped his hands behind his back.
"In this world," he said quietly, "a Rose-Bearer is seen as something to be used."
His eyes hardened.
"I will not be controlled."
Shen Rui's voice was gentle.
"Then what do you want from us?"
Adrian met their gazes steadily.
"Respect."
The word was simple.
Clear.
Mo Yan asked softly,
"And beyond that?"
Adrian's eyes softened just a little.
"Loyalty," he said. "Given freely."
Silence settled over the pavilion.
Not tense.
Not heavy.
Just quiet.
Gu Han stepped forward, stopping a respectful distance away.
"You have mine."
One by one, the others gave their agreement—not with grand declarations, but with steady eyes and quiet nods.
For the first time since his rebirth, Adrian felt something shift.
The way they looked at him had changed.
They no longer saw him as something to claim.
They saw him as an equal.
The wind stirred the branches above them.
Petals drifted down from the blooming tree, scattering across the pavilion floor.
Tang Huo laughed lightly.
"So," he said, "when is the next test?"
Adrian raised an eyebrow.
"Impatient?"
Tang Huo grinned.
"Excited."
Adrian turned toward the lake, sunlight catching the dark strands of his hair.
"Soon," he said calmly.
Behind him stood ten powerful men.
No longer merely competitors.
But men who acknowledged him.
Beneath his robe, the rose mark over Adrian's heart warmed faintly.
Not as a burden.
But as a quiet promise.
This time, Adrian would not simply be admired from afar.
He would choose as well.