The 235th year to commemorate the crown glory of the Caiwong Empire. Such blessing that such a long lasting country could continue to exist in amiss the changes that were brought among the hands of various rulers who wore the crown. However, the once strong country had crumbled slowly over the centuries to become a shadow of its former glorious self with the progression of men who refused to really take a care to the common folk. There were constant wars raging in the borderlands as the vanity of the rulers had fought for farther land to add to the glory. The old trade routes were robbed with bandits causing the large city markets to be empty of quality goods. Towns were raided constantly such that the farmers had little to sell other than the meager that they could keep to survive for their own self. Even the city folk feared to venture out after dark behind the safety of the shadow of their city wall. It was an age thirsty for change.
Adjoining Caiwong were three border states arranged like a tower on top of each other: Jungpi, Wei, and Yan. Jungpi was ruled by a dynasty of queens whose antics where curbed by a shrewd consort. Wei was overrun with corrupt generals who ran the country like a warzone. And Yan, though small, had some stability with a royal family that knew how to beg and dance on strings for larger state to keep both what they had and maintain their border to a degree without much concession. Much character across the boundary rivers did not serve the Caiwong Empire much in its want for a successful war and conquest.
Caiwong's Emperor was a tired man whose battle torn body did not like to sit for hours listening to courtiers argue and complain. He longed for the ease of open war where he could place a final flag after all the sacrifices of his stories career. An active man in his youth, he did not take to intellectual maneuvering well. His main wife had bore him a son and a daughter. His various concubines adding sons, but no daughters to his royal descendants. It was not much in terms of having a descendings whom could help him succeed. Most of his sons were lazy after growing up in luxury. They did not understand the sacrifices of the previous dynasties to garner the golder platters of which the children were so fond to eat upon. It sickened him often as he tried to make his descendents understand.
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The cell had small roughly made wooden furniture. Simply made and simple to put away when the prison cell needed to be vacated after an execution. It would be washed to wipe away the stains of the previous. Every prisoner here had a clean slate of which to start his new life. There was only a small dining table and a trundle bed with a small nightstand like a tiny friend standing beside it shivering on unsteady legs.
The woman prisoner bowed deeply before the man who had been escorted into her cell. Head on the ground and arms raised above her, she spoke with true reverence. "I'm not worthy of your presence, your highness. It is cold here, as it's an unholy place. I plead that your majesty return quickly to your holy palace where your worthy self can continue to make accomplishments to further the empire. This servant is unworthy to have you here. Do not turn your eyes downwards and keep it upwards towards your goal, my prince."
The prince in his richly embroidered robes contrasted sharply with the rough burlap cloth the woman wore. His cheeks were warm with a healthy color while her whole body exhibited a deathly pallor of one whom had given up on her life as it had become more and more apparent to her. It was a hard won peace that seemed simple in her elegant bearing. He stomped around and wrinkled his nose, "So this is a prison cell. I'd always thought you were too crafty to get yourself caught in this kind of a trap. It's a surprise to me that I would ever have to come down down here for someone I thought was smarter than I am."
There was a loud scoff from the floor as the woman had raised her head. "But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to."
Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one where your health has always been poor."
The woman stood slowly and lifted her head up. Her arms were joined in a gentle manner befitting her lowly status. But her words were intended to bite. "I never decided that I wanted to be a cat or to be apart of any of this. All of these courtly games have no purpose orther than changing which part of the wheel is pointed upwards. It's so silly to me that a person would want to be a part of this with full consent. People are dying for worse reasons than whom get's the silk embroidered with the silver peony border." The girl sat in a huff on her bed, her hair was coiled into a limp snake on her head which she took down. She took a comb from her wet side table and began to run it through.
Ning Ren joined her on the bed. He took the comb out of her hand. He made a move to touch her hair, but she moved away. "Your highness, I do not wish to tarnish your holy reputation."
The prince signed and returned the comb to her hands. His eyes closed in exasperation. "If you had stalled for time maybe we could have prevented this. I could have protected you from all of this. I was trying to get you away from the palace after all, little cat. But you have a tendency to run away from me. You were always good at wiggling out of tight places my little one." He touched the woman's nose teasingly, "Bingquing, if I don't get you out of this one, who will tease me?"
Emperor Tong of Caiwong, was unique in that he choose not to name a prince as a successor. There was a crown prince whom was named, however, this was only a placeholder as he wanted there to be someone for the younger brothers to look up to, but it held no power other than the position of the name to sound nice to whom was speaking. He wanted to avoid the normal battle amongst princes for that position so he kept the position with someone who did not live in the capital often. Also, to save his intended successor from assassination and usurping attempts from his relatives who were always griping for what did not belong to them.He'd kept his final edict inside of a special box that he had hidden away behind a painting in the main imperial hall. It was guarded day and night by a crew of specially trained soldiers. Many assassins had come for the prize, but so far all of them had been defeated soundly. The emperor was confident in this
Bingquing nodded in understanding. Even though she had been raised in private quarters, Bingquing was not as sheltered away from the outside world as her counterparts. As she was her father's only child, Bingquing was well aware of all of the plots and exchanges in the palace. It was a treacherous place full of smoke and mirrors. The box sitting at the palace was a decoy as to attract those who coveted the throne by her father's own design.She knew the real successor was actually buried in the box by the cypress tree on the island in the pond in their back garden. No one had seen the location other than her and her father. And the order to entrust this task was written in blood by the emperor to her father. It was their dearest secret. Although he had not said it in so many words, Bingquing knew her father's order was to go home to see if the earth had been disturbed around the cypress.Was their secret still
Bingquing held in her sobs as she watched her home burn. The ghost of her innocence was hiding so far behind her that she could no longer remember what it was like to not know the sight of so much death. It was so dissociated that her yells had faded to action. There were bodies strewn about like ragdolls only here she could not be indifferent. These were people that she knew. These were her own . . .They were lost . . . but there must be something that she could save.The horse pulled at his lead as Bingquing neared the entrance. The flames roared as she came closer. She grew irritated with the horse's fuss so she let go of his reins. The horse bolted in the opposite direction, but Bingquing's face didn't follow the direction. She had tears streaming down her face as she was rocked with rolling emotions. She entered the main atrium and her sobs turned into a scream as she recognized the bodies strewn about.
The swaying of a cart is what woke Bingquing. She awoke with a start from the pain in her blistering hands that were chafting as they were tied tightly together with a rough biting rope that was threaded with small rivers of glass. It was hot and she felt a sting of pin and needles in her head. She looked up and realized a flimsy bandage that had been tied too tightly around her head. Upon seeing it, she felt against her chest and was relieved to see the scroll was still there. She knew her idea to cut the document out of it's scroll would have some raised eyebrows, but she knew it would be better than leaving it there for someone to stumble upon when a new tree was potentially planted in that spot. It was not simple to have something like this anywhere honestly.There were many girls in a similar state who were all sniffling or in various stages of crying. The one closest to Bingquing had a burlap cloth roughly shoved into her mouth.
"Qing! Qing!" Mo'lan shouted as she was sold and being taken away in a cart. Bingquing shook her head, but Mo'lan's shouts only increased to a shrill level. The well-dressed man buying her shoved her into the cart and then put his hand around Bingquing's neck. He had the body of a soldier and his direct gruff manner was off putting and typical of men of his class.He smelled too of unwashed man and the beef he had consumed the night before. He jingled coins in the handler's face, "How much for this one? I already bought the most expensive one, can you make this one at a discount?"The traffickers exchanged glances at each other as they considered this."She's not of much use to us, other than as a back door, if you understand what I mean. I doubt she'd sell for more than a couple cents."A couple cents, Bingquing scoffed internally. Her father would have started crying from laughter if someone had presented this s
Mo'lan sat down in a huff. She wrapped her hands around her knees and raised an eyebrow at Bingquing who was obeying the command. "Qing-er, I thought we were going to meet someone rich. This looks like some old geeser's house whose run into hard times. I don't want to be the wife of a crumbling old man. I'm still young. This is the opposite of what you promised me . . . I know I'm not supposed to trust someone who is more intelligent than me, but I feel like you're very nice to me.""Maybe he'll be nice to you, mam. You should kneel like the guard said. It might not be what you think." Bingquing said quickly. She said this more out of a fear that the guard was a fan of collective punishment. She did not want then, for Mo'lan to be whipped for being ostentatious.Mo'lan complied in an irritated fashion, "You know the only reason I'm doing this is because I don't want to see his ugly face when he coos over
"I'm very sorry to hear that, your grace."The master looked at her with a strange expression, "Do you know what that's like to grow up without your mother? It's a pain so deep that no one can understand. I've always been alone."Bingquing found herself nodding. She felt locked in the gaze of a snake. His beauty was disorienting her and at the same time she just wanted to hold his gaze for as long as she could. His eyes were so empty of anything that she wondered what it would be like to meet someone whom he cared for.Wrinkles appeared to disrupt his forehead as he considered this. His mouth hung open at an angle as he watched her, "You?"At the same moment, Ning Fan came back into the room and rushed towards his master, "Highness . . ." The master was sideways in his chair as he tried to lunge at Bingquing. "Highness, please get ahold of yourself." He took the wine flask and handed to the
The next day, Bingquing woke refreshed. Her back was surprisingly sore from several weeks sitting cramped in a cart. There was a maid who did her hair and helped her dress. There was a qin laid out for her to play. The view was beautiful. The meal the chef made for her was nice and fragrant. It was almost as if the last month had not occured. She could for a millisecond fantasize that she was still the daughter of a minor court official.Father . . . she wondered if he were still alive.Escape would not be easy as the guard's eyes were on her as she traversed the room. She slept mostly and looked out the window. Interestingly, even though the outside of the manor was not well tended, the inside was immaculate. The trees were cut in the shapes of flying swans and soldiers battling endlessly. It was a bit comical as she realized from an angle it looked like the soldiers were battling a swarm of swans."Wh