Reborn In The Three Kingdoms
Chapter 793: 756. Lie Fan Banquet For Ma Chao

Chapter 793: 756. Lie Fan Banquet For Ma Chao

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He was not clad in ceremonial robes, nor did he wear the trappings of a ruler trying to impress. Instead, he was dressed simply, as if this were just another meeting. Yet the moment Ma Chao and his family entered, Lie Fan stood. “Welcome, Lord Ma Chao, Young Lord Ma Xiu, Lady Ma Yunlu, General Pang De, and honored elders of the Ma Clan. I hope your journey is not too tiring.”

Ma Chao stepped forward and bowed deeply. “I thank you, Lord Lie Fan. Your hospitality honors me and my clan. It is no small thing, us seeking asylum to you and then to be welcomed with such friendliness.”

Ma Xiu, Ma Yunlu, and Pang De followed suit, bowing with deep reverence. The Ma Clan elders moved more slowly, their expressions mixed, awed, cautious, and respectful.

Lie Fan descended from the dais, his expression warm but dignified. He placed a hand briefly on Ma Chao’s shoulder. “It is what I must do, for a friend and an ally. I grieve with you for your father’s passing. Your Father was a hero in a time sorely lacking in them. His loss is felt deeply, even here. I mourn that I never met him in person.”

Ma Chao’s jaw tensed, but he bowed again. “You honor his memory, my lord. He has spoken highly of you as well.”

Lie Fan’s lips quirked in a faint smile. “Did he? I imagine it was grudging praise.”

A ripple of laughter passed through the elders, easing some of the tension.

Then Lie Fan’s expression sobered, to which he motioned for them to sit. “Come, all of you. Let us not speak only of grief today. Let us celebrate your arrival.”

Attendants swept in silently, placing low tables and fine dishes, succulent roast duck with plum sauce, grilled river fish, fresh fruit from the southern provinces, and warm wine from the slopes of Mount Tai. Soft music began to play, flutes and zithers weaving together into a calming harmony.

Ma Yunlu, seated near Ma Chao, marveled at the dish in front of her. “We never saw food like this back him, Elder Brother,” she whispered. “It smells like it was made by the heavens.”

Pang De chuckled, though he kept his posture rigid. “Lord Lie Fan prepare a feast not just to please the mouth, but to make a subtle statement.”

Ma Xiu nodded. “I agree, the food speaks itself of the harmony and prosperity that Lie Fan had”

Lie Fan engaged his guests with ease, moving between topics with practiced charm. He asked about the journey east, about the state of the lands they passed, about the morale of their troops. He listened closely when the Ma Clan elders spoke, addressing them with the dignity they were due despite their conservative leanings.

Then, halfway through the meal, his tone shifted.

“Lord Ma Chao,” Lie Fan said, setting down his wine cup, “in the days to come, I hope to discuss with you what our alliance truly means. I do not seek mere shared borders or convenient armies. I seek unity, not of conquest, but of vision.”

Ma Chao looked across the table, his gaze steady. “And what is that vision if I may ask, Lord Lie Fan?”

Lie Fan gestured around him. “A world where men rise by merit, not blood. Where the sons of farmers study beside the sons of nobles. Where armies are not just tools of war, but shields of the people. I intend to build such vision into reality.”

The hall grew quiet.

The Ma Clan elders exchanged looks, some wary, others intrigued. Pang De’s expression remained unreadable, but Ma Yunlu looked inspired. Ma Xiu tapped his chin thoughtfully.

And Ma Chao leaned forward.

“If that is truly what you seek,” he said, “I can’t wait to hear it from you in the days to come.”

Lie Fan nodded, his smile touched with understanding. “Of course,” he said, raising his cup in salute to Ma Chao. “I, too, look forward to our conversations. We will speak further when the time is right.”

He drank deeply, the rich warmth of the wine grounding him in the moment, and then set the cup down with a quiet clink.

“You have ample time to consider everything, you are welcome to stay at Xiapi as long as you like,” Lie Fan continued, his voice steady, layered with both invitation and patience. “There is no rush to overcome your grief and losses. The road ahead will reveal itself with time, and I have faith we will walk it side by side.”

Hearing this, Ma Chao rose from his seat, a flicker of earnestness crossing his bold features. He bowed low, deeper than before.

“I thank you, Lord Lie Fan,” he said solemnly. “You’ve graciously accepted my request for shelter and given dignity to my family in our darkest hour. And now, you offer us time, to consider, to recover, to think. That is a rare kindness in these times.”

He straightened, picked up his wine cup, and raised it high. “As a sign of my respect and gratitude, I drink this cup in your honor.”

Then, without hesitation, Ma Chao tipped it back and drank it in one smooth, resolute motion. His expression didn’t flinch from the burn of the alcohol, only growing more composed. The display was quiet, but it struck deep, especially with the elders watching.

Lie Fan let out a short laugh, clapping his hands together once in appreciation. “A resolute man indeed! The blood of Ma Yuan still flows strong.”

The tension that had lingered like a low fog around the gathering seemed to dissolve completely then. Talk resumed, lighter this time. Toasts were exchanged. Stories were shared. The music in the background changed to something more uplifting, and the atmosphere of the hall became that of a true celebration.

Lie Fan ensured the Ma Clan felt honored, not just tolerated. It was a fine line to walk, offering asylum without making them feel like refugees, and showing strength without posturing. Yet he walked it with ease, assisted by careful planning and natural charm.

He made sure that Ma Yunlu was seated where she could join the conversation without being overshadowed. He asked Pang De about his past campaigns, listening with real interest. When the elders spoke, he did not interrupt, no matter how rambling their words became.

Eventually, as the moon rose higher and the food was mostly eaten, Lie Fan leaned forward slightly and spoke again.

“I must thank you all for joining me tonight. You have journeyed far and long, and I imagine rest is well deserved.” He turned to Ma Chao. “Please, rest without worry. I have received word from my scouts, that your younger brother Ma Tie, and your cousin Ma Dai are traveling with their men from Shouchun. They should arrive within a few days.”

The relief on Ma Chao’s face was clear, even as he kept his composure. He stood again, offering a final bow. “That is welcome news indeed. I thank you once again, Lord Lie Fan.”

“I am glad to bring some peace to your heart,” Lie Fan replied. “Lu Su will escort you all to the estate I’ve prepared. You’ll find it quiet, spacious, and well guarded.”

With that, the banquet drew to a close. Attendants opened the carved doors, and Lu Su appeared, calm and composed as ever, to lead Ma Chao and his entourage to their new lodgings. The group left in dignified silence, tired from the journey and the weight of the evening’s discussions, but also steadied by the hospitality they had been shown.

When the final echo of footsteps disappeared down the hall, only three figures remained in the high chamber. Lie Fan, Xu Shu, and Chen Qun. The musicians had quietly left. The servants had begun cleaning with reverent efficiency. Outside, the night air cooled, and silence returned to the great hall.

Lie Fan sat back on the dais, his elbow resting lightly on the arm of his chair. His fingers drummed against the carved wood, thoughtful.

Chen Qun and Xu Shu approached, their footsteps silent against the polished floors. They knew their lord well enough to recognize when his mind was at work.

“Well?” Lie Fan said, eyes not on them, but on the wine cup in his hand. “How long should I wait before I speak plainly to Ma Chao of what I truly hope for? Not just alliance, but allegiance. I want the Ma Clan not merely beside me, but behind me.”

His voice was calm, but the undercurrent was clear. This was not a desire born of greed or conquest, but of vision, of strategy.

Chen Qun and Xu Shu exchanged a glance.

Chen Qun was the first to speak, voice measured, as always. “My lord, you must tread carefully. Ma Chao is proud, wounded, and freshly grieving. His heart is clouded. The death of his father is not a simple loss—it is the fall of a pillar that held up his world. And the Ma Clan? They are like a tree struck by lightning. Their roots are deep, but their trunk is splintered. It will take time for them to find footing again.”

Xu Shu nodded in agreement. “Indeed, my lord. You have welcomed them with open arms, but the Ma Clan has suffered greatly. Wuwei is lost. Ma Teng is dead. They have fled here not as allies seeking partnership, but as refugees seeking shelter. If you press too soon, you risk turning gratitude into resentment.”

“Ma Chao does not yet know who he is in this new chapter. A leader? A guest? A refugee? Or an ally reborn? Until he answers that for himself, any pressure from you, no matter how gently applied, may be seen as coercion.”

Lie Fan listened without interrupting, turning their words over in his mind.

Chen Qun added, “But… I do not think your hope is in vain, my lord. If Ma Chao is who we believe he is, driven by justice, ambition, and duty, then he will eventually see that his people need not just a homeland, but a future. You must become that future. But for now… plant the seeds. Share your vision. Involve him in your councils. Let him see the strength of your governance and the righteousness of your cause.”

Xu Shu stepped forward slightly, his tone a touch softer. “In time, he will offer himself. Perhaps not in submission, but in solidarity. He may never call you ‘lord’ with ease, but he may call you ‘brother.’ And that is just as powerful, my lord.”

Lie Fan exhaled, leaning back, his gaze thoughtful.

“Brother, is it?” he said quietly. “Then I shall treat him as one. Until the day he decides what role he truly wishes to play.”

He stood then, brushing the wrinkles from his sleeve and looking out over the now empty hall. “I will not rush this. But I will not let the opportunity slip either. The Ma Clan is a blade without a sheath right now. Sharp, directionless, and dangerous even to itself. I will give it purpose.”

Chen Qun smiled faintly. “Then you are already on the right path, my lord.”

“Let the people speak of this night,” Lie Fan murmured, more to himself than them. “Let them remember it as the day two mighty rivers met, not in conflict, but in confluence.”

Xu Shu at this time asked, “And what of Ma Tie and Ma Dai, when they arrive, my lord?”

“We shall welcome them with the same warmth,” Lie Fan said. And so the hall emptied, the torches burning low as night deepened.

Meanwhile, Lu Su led Ma Chao and his entourage to the estate assigned to the Ma Clan. It was located within the inner city, it was spacious, well fortified, and staffed with servants who moved with quiet efficiency. The gardens were meticulously kept, the halls adorned with tasteful decorations, enough to impress, but not so much as to seem ostentatious.

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Name: Lie Fan

Title: Overlord Of The Central Plains

Age: 34 (201 AD)

Level: 16

Next Level: 462,000

Renown: 1325

Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 9)

SP: 1,121,700

ATTRIBUTE POINTS

STR: 951 (+20)

VIT: 613 (+20)

AGI: 598 (+10)

INT: 617

CHR: 96

WIS: 519

WILL: 407

ATR Points: 0

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