Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 156 - 154- Arc 5

It's been two years now since Zosia had been in this world.

Sitting in the futon mat, she released a turbid breath from her mouth before opening her eyes, her gaze sharp and filled with sword Qi.

Her gaze alone was enough to intimidate those with a higher cultivation than her, let alone those with a lower cultivation than her.

Despite having been unable to go for the adventure as she hoped. She had been able to advance from the core tier up to the early Nascent level.

With her help, the host brother had reached the core tier and even Argon was currently in the core tier.

Zosia stood up, deciding to take a walk, since she had just had her breakthrough. It would take a while for her cultivation level to stabilize and since she felt no need to rush, she decided to walk around.

Stepping out of the room, she met the host brother who seemed to have been waiting for her for a while.

"Sister, how was it?" Zaphir asked, his eyes scanned his sister.

Since he couldn't determine his sister's level, he could only ask her.

But, he had a feeling that she had finally achieved the breakthrough she wasn't able to achieve for the past 3 months.

"Mm. I have broken through. Currently, I am at the Nascent tier." Zosia said calmly.

Zaphir though surprised was really happy.

Now, their family had a Nascent tier cultivator, something that some sects do not even have.

During these period, their family had grown to become a behemoth and even the palace had sent someone to come and visit them.

"Sister, the palace sent an invitation to the empress dowgar birthday. Would you be going?" He asked, his expression dimming a bit.

He didn't like them one bit, especially since they were the ones behind their family downfall.

"Brother, let's walk." Zosia said and took the first step.

"What do you think of becoming an emperor?" Zosia asked directly. She didn't see the need to prove or beat around the bush.

"Not interested. But we could have someone on the throne and be behind the scene." Zaphir answered.

If he became the emperor, not only would he not have time to relax but he wouldn't even have time to cultivate.

Plus, he'd have to deal with treacherous officials, who not only did not mind their business but took it as a duty to force women into the harem.

Zosia stopped, her gaze landing on Argon who was approaching him with his younger brother.

"What do you think?" Zosia suddenly muttered to the hearing of Zaphir.

"Isn't Argon your man?" Zaphir asked instead.

"No, the younger one."

"That, I am not sure. But it wouldn't hurt to watch him and see. Besides, it still depends on if he is willing." Zaphir commented as he watched both men coming closer to them.

Zosia had used analyze on him the first time she saw him, which gave her the idea of using her person to place on the seat which is the throne.

Considering his talent which excels in leadership and being able to make strategic plans.

Argon had even once mentioned his brother's talent, "If it was when we had to go to the battlefield as the duty of the Duke, Terez talent would have shone on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, his talent may end up going to waste." Argon had lamented.

Zosia nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on Terez. He looked calm, but alert. His steps were steady, and his eyes swept over the surroundings like someone trained to watch for danger.

When they reached her and Zaphir, Argon gave a respectful nod. "You're out early. Feeling better?" he asked.

Zosia returned the nod. "I broke through."

Argon smiled. "Congratulations Master. It's well deserved."

Terez said nothing, but he met Zosia's gaze for a moment. She noticed the spark of curiosity in his eyes.

As for what he was curious about, Zosia didn't know since she was neither a mind reader.

Zaphir stepped forward and clapped Argon on the back. "How goes training?"

"It's going well," Argon replied. "Terez has improved a lot. His control of Qi is now stable, and his sword forms are sharper than mine at the same stage."

Zosia raised a brow. "Terez, do you enjoy training?"

Terez looked at her. His answer came quick. "I enjoy learning. I don't like fighting unless I must."

"Hmm," Zosia hummed. "Would you ever consider ruling a nation?"

Argon and Zaphir both blinked, surprised by her direct question.

Terez, however, didn't look shocked. His brother had given him quite a few things already. He couldn't say that he wasn't surprised when he first unraveled the hints dropped by his brother.

At a point he even hit scared, but his brother had told him that the Master was someone he could trust and since her plan was to put him in that seat, he could and only be Loyal to her.

To the master, loyalty is a currency.

He thought for a moment before speaking. "Only if I can protect the people I care about. If I must sit on a throne to do that, then I will."

Zosia's lips curved up slightly. "Good answer."

Zaphir leaned close to her and whispered, "Are you really thinking of pushing him toward the throne?"

"Maybe," she whispered back. "He has the heart for it. And the mind."

"The day he decides to have a change of mind. Maybe if the change of mind isn't good, that would be the day his head would roll." Zosia answered with a faint smile on his lips.

They walked together toward the training field. Other cultivators in the estate greeted them as they passed. Everyone stepped aside for Zosia with a bow. Her new strength was already known.

At the field, young disciples trained hard, swinging swords, forming seals, and sparring in pairs. The place buzzed with life and energy.

Zosia stood by the edge, watching for a moment before speaking.

"The empress dowager's birthday is next week. I plan to attend."

Zaphir frowned. "Why? We owe them nothing."

Zosia's voice remained calm. "We owe them revenge. But we also need information. And allies."

Argon stepped closer. "You plan to shake the court?"

Zosia looked at him. "No. I plan to take it."

Argon's eyes widened. Zaphir stared at her in silence.

Terez, however, nodded once. "Then we must be ready."

Zosia smiled. "Yes. We begin now."

The wind blew through the training ground, lifting the edge of her robe. The journey that began two years ago had just taken a new turn.

This time, Zosia was ready to fulfill the main task on the list.

The task was;

[MISSION:

MAIN TASK: SUBVERT THE CURRENT KING RULE.

TASK 2: CULTUVATE AND GET STRONG ENOUGH TO PROTECT MY FAMILY.

TASK 3: TAKE CARE OF MY FAMILY.

TIME LIMIT: UNTIL ALL TASK IS COMPLETED.]

Zosia left the training field and returned to her quiet courtyard. She needed to prepare for the birthday banquet.

Although she didn't care for celebrations, this one held value.

Her going to the banquet wasn't to just party, but to make them aware of her presence and make them act.

If she suddenly attacked, she would gain the reputation of an usurper, but she doesn't want that.

She opened her drawer and brought out a small wooden box.

Inside it were the emblems of several clans. She had either saved, helped, or protected their people over the past two years.

Most of them also had some of her people within their ranks.

She picked the one she needed and tucked it into her sleeve.

Just then, a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," she said.

It was Mara, one of the young girls she had rescued a year ago during a raid from the eastern bandits. Now, Mara served her as an attendant but also trained under her.

She could no longer make use of Argon as her personal attendant after she had changed her gender.

Though the ring was still on her finger, it was not activated. So she has been living as a female after the host brother came back.

"Master, the tailor arrived. He brought the clothes for the event," Mara said, bowing slightly.

"Bring them in," Zosia replied.

Mara brought in two sets of robes. One was deep blue with silver threads. The other was red with golden phoenix patterns.

Zosia touched the blue one. "This will do."

Mara looked at her with quiet curiosity. "Master, will you be going alone?"

"No," Zosia answered. "Terez will come with me."

Mara blinked. "Terez?"

"Mmm." Zosia just hummed and said no more.

Seeing that her master didn't want to talk about it, Mara excused herself and left.

Later that evening, Zosia found Terez sitting alone in the library, reading a book on old laws and royal customs.

"You're studying?" she asked, stepping in.

He looked up and nodded. "I thought it might be useful someday."

She smiled slightly. "Good. You'll come with me to the empress dowager's birthday. Wear something formal."

Terez didn't argue. He simply nodded again. "Understood."

Zosia turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Terez."

"Yes?"

"You might see things that make you question everything. Don't look away."

"I won't," he promised.

Zosia sat alone on the roof of the east wing, her eyes scanning the dark sky. The stars were dim tonight, like they hid behind a veil. She liked this quiet.

It helped her think.

The mission felt closer now. The palace. The throne. And Terez.

Once she was done with this mission, she would be able to leave this place and go for an adventure.

"I hope I can get my hands on more artifacts and knowledge." She murmured. Suddenly remembering something, she brought out a book from her space.

"Introduction to the art of Tailsman craft." Was written on the cover page.

Unlike her usual knowledge of talisman, the one practiced in this world was different.

Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a familiar presence but didn't turn to look behind her.

Zaphir walked up quietly behind her and handed her a warm drink. "You always sit here when something big is coming."

Zosia took the cup. "It clears my mind."

He sat beside her. "You really think Terez can handle the throne?"

Zosia didn't answer right away. She looked down at the estate. The industrial light she had some people build, glowed like stars on the ground. "I think he'll be better than anyone else we've seen sit on it."

"But can we control him?" Zaphir asked.

"We don't need to control him. We guide him. And if he ever forgets why he was placed there, I will remind him."

Zaphir sipped his own drink. "With your sword?"

Zosia's lips curled. "If I must."

A small knock came from the courtyard below.

It was Terez.

"I brought the documents," he said.

"Come up," Zosia replied.

He climbed up smoothly and handed her a few old scrolls. "These show the current alliances within the palace. I think two of the main noble clans are trying to push their own candidate forward."

Zosia opened one scroll and studied it. "They will not expect a new player. That's our advantage."

Zaphir leaned over. "So, how do we start?"

Zosia looked at both men. "At the birthday banquet, we make our first move. I want to see who still fears us... and who dares to challenge us.

Currently there are only 3 princes. One is currently at the border and can be killed anytime.

The second one is known as the weakest prince among them but he is quite cunning and likes to use others to do his bidding while remaining innocent.

The last one is the crown prince. He is quite arrogant and has a mediocre talent."

Terez nodded slowly. "You want me to test them?"

"No. You watch. You learn. And when the time is right, you will act."

He understood.

As for the royal family, upon seeing us, they would be afraid. So, they will try to eradicate us with any means necessary.

That alone would give me the opportunity to act.

"What if he doesn't?" Terez asked.

Zaphir nodded, his thoughts aligning with Terez question.

"The old man has been getting wary and now that each noble family is bringing out their own candidate to support with the fight for the throne already ongoing, despite him not yet being dead. His heart is full of anger and he has already started suppressing them, but the people in the harem are not idle either."

Hearing her words, they understood.

The King doesn't have the time to acknowledge them and others that see them as a threat would act even if the King doesn't act.

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The next morning, Zosia called a meeting in the war room.

Zaphir, Argon, Terez, and other leaders of different departments stood around the map table. The map of the capital lay open, marked with ink dots and small metal flags.

"This is our plan," Zosia began. "We do not strike with swords. We strike with our presence."

She pointed to three noble houses marked in red. "These clans hold the most power in court. They have ties to the empress dowager, the current Empress and the most favored concubine, Concubine Luo.

At the banquet, I will speak to one of them. Terez will speak to another."

"Why me?" Terez asked.

"Because you are new," Zosia said. "They don't know your face. That makes you the perfect bait."

Terez nodded. "What should I say?"

"Say very little. But listen to everything."

Argon crossed his arms. "And the third house?"

Zaphir answered, "We leave them alone for now. If they approach us first, then we know they're afraid."

Zosia rolled up the map. "We will go in as guests, but we leave as a threat."

They made various plans before dismissing the meeting and everyone left to prepare.

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Thank you all for your continuous support.

Unfortunately, I couldn't do as I hoped, due to my exams. I had an exam the following day, so I couldn't update cos despite reading, I felt my brain was blank. So, I was anxious and not in the mood to write.

The following days, I had returned home and with my parents traveling, I had to take care of both my siblings, the house and shop. It hasn't been easy and neither have I had the room to write.

This chapter was written from countless daily 10-20 words.

Please enjoy and I hope I am not suffering from a writers block.

Thank you 😊.