EP 6 PT 3 | Late Night Practice
The night grew heavy, everyone had retired from the banquet. This silence was broken only by murmured recitations. Lanternlight pooled on the wooden floor, flickering over the pale, exhausted faces of the girls kneeling in front of Feiyin.
Their voices were hoarse now.
But they obeyed her.
Again.
And again.
I sat back on my mat, watching.
My hands rested calmly on my knees.
Feiyin’s voice had steadied.
No more tremor.
No more shame.
“Begin again,” she ordered.
Her tone was low.
Measured.
Almost cold.
They flinched, but obeyed.
“A woman must obey father before marriage…”
“…husband after marriage…”
“…son in widowhood.”
One of the girls stumbled on the last line.
Feiyin’s eyes flashed.
“Again,” she said sharply.
The girl’s lip quivered, but she repeated it, clearer this time.
I let the silence settle after they finished.
The only sound was their ragged breathing.
Finally I spoke, voice even.
“That will be enough for tonight.”
Their shoulders sagged in relief.
But none dared rise without permission.
Feiyin turned slightly toward me.
Her face was pale with strain.
But her gaze didn’t waver.
“Mistress,” she said quietly.
Her voice was perfectly respectful.
I inclined my head.
“You did well,” I said.
Her breath hitched.
Just once.
Then she bowed low.
“Thank you.”
I let my gaze slide over the other three girls.
They kept their heads pressed to the floor.
Waiting.
Terrified.
But willing.
Because they had no choice.
Because they had chosen me.
“Look at me,” I ordered softly.
They lifted their eyes slowly.
Wary.
Hopeful.
Enough to be shaped.
“Tomorrow,” I said calmly, “you will return here at the second bell. You will obey every word from my sister. You will not question her. You will not whine. You will learn.”
They all nodded quickly.
“Y-yes, Eldest Miss Tang.”
Feiyin’s eyes flickered at the word “sister.”
But she didn’t correct them.
Didn’t dare.
I lowered my voice to silk.
“But remember,” I added softly, dangerously.
“If you embarrass me in front of the Empress again, you will not be taught. You will be discarded.”
One of them let out a tiny sob before muffling it with her sleeve.
They all pressed their foreheads to the mat.
“Yes. Yes, Eldest Miss.”
I let the hush grow suffocating.
Then I flicked my fingers slightly.
“Leave.”
They scrambled up, bowing and stammering thanks, before backing out the door in a rustle of silk and fear.
Xiao Lian closed the door behind them with a quiet finality.
Silence.
Feiyin stayed kneeling.
Her head lowered.
Waiting.
I let the quiet stretch.
I watched her breathe.
Slow.
Controlled.
Learning.
“Stand,” I said at last.
She rose carefully, head still slightly bowed.
Her voice was hoarse.
But firm.
“Yes, Eldest Miss Tang.”
I inclined my head a fraction.
“Go. Sleep. You will need your voice tomorrow.”
She didn’t argue.
Didn’t look at me.
Just bowed.
Low.
Respectful.
And turned away.
As the door slid shut behind her, I sat back on my mat and let my breath ease.
For just a moment.
Because tonight wasn’t victory.
It was foundation.
Stone by stone.
Obedience.
Loyalty.
Fear.
They would follow me.
Because they saw no other path.
Because I made them see no other path.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow I would build higher.
Because the palace would not choose a girl who knew how to serve.
They would choose the one who knew how to command.


















































































































Rest. Repeat. Rest. Repeat. 😭