"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 situation to him while drinking.
The men shook hands as the coins were exchanged. The soldier grabbed her hands and Bingquing made a little screech. The soldier gave her a long glare as the market throng took notice of them. "This servants hands are tender from blisters and burns." Bingquing said slowly as she showed him her hands. She was careful to keep her head low.
The soldier appraised her quickly before rolling his eyes, "I got ripped off. The Master is going to be angry if I can't even buy slaves right." Even though his temper had flared, the soldier helped her into the carriage gently. The sharp control he had over his emotions was unsettling.
In the carriage Mo'lan threw her arms around Bingquing. The sleeves were a too bit long on her so her hands looked a bit like a thin wooden puppet without a master at her strings. "Qing-er" Mo'lan began as she thrust about her sleeves dramatically, "This is a start of a new life for us. I'm sure that you came from a poor village in the South to work in the city. I'm a maid with a face like the moon and you are a maid with a plain face. You should, when we meet the handsome and rich Master the guard was speaking of, become my spy. I'll help you in all things and you can help me in the Master's harem. It'll be cutthroat and I'll be the belle that rules them all."
Bingquing was not sure that there would be a harem or that Mo'lan had been bought for those reasons. But she nodded anyway. She had had enough run ins with harem women that she knew it was wise of her father to not remarry after his wife had died. The palace harem women were said to cut out a tongue every month to make a lunar blood soup that made their skin so pale. To be the servant of such a person, what a stupid idea. Her head was still bowed and her smile stayed radiant, but her heart was heavy.
Mo'lan spent the whole carriage ride imagining all the riches. Every bump and turn she would look out the window hoping to see some grand building. But every one she pointed to they passed. "Why are we starting to leave the suburbs?" Mo'lan said indignantly.
When the ride seem to become neverending, they abruptly stopped. Bingquing could see a tree outside overhanging a wall lined with spearheads. The tree was hanging limply as it was a dried husk of what it had formerly been which at it's prime would have been a very majestic tree. As a conclusion, Bingquing predicted they were not in fact at the home of a rich man. As she went outside, she saw her conclusion confirmed. The house, although large and well made, was in poor condition. It wasn't in shambles yet.
The guard escorted them to a bare essentials drawing room. He told them to kneel and rattled off a list of rules. "You will not make eye contact with the host unless the privilege is granted to you. You will not look anywhere to your own fancy. You will kneel and look down only. No fiddling. No questions. No going to refresh your makeup. Sit and wait."
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
Ning Fan and Ning Ren exchanged glances on the balcony as they watched Bingquing play with some white rabbits in the garden. They had been caught to be roasted and served to guests, but as she had found them in their covered baskets by the kitchen, she had insisted that she wanted to have them as pets. The wide eyed cook could say nothing as a boiling pot of water simmered.The chef had apologized profusely for not being able to prepare the rabits as she had been ordered. Ning Ren had held up a hand when the older woman had cowered before him, he didn't seem bothered much and instead deftly changed the subject to use some old jerked meat for the filling, saying it would add a rustic taste to the existing palate which he had not often eaten.Ning Fan had exchanged glances with the cook in alarm, but quietly the better meat had been exchanged for one that the cook knew was not really appreciated by the princes who prefered fresh meat t
"The Prince is going to Jungpi?" Bingquing couldn't believe her ears.Her maid reiterated it with her head bowed. "That's what I heard from the other housemaids miss. The other maids and I were wondering if we would continue to serve you or not."Jungpi was where father was.On the surface, anyone who was looking at her would assume that she had spent the last month in relative happiness. Ning Ren was crafty. Every pleasure he created for her was a test to try to figure out her identity. He would bring different wines from all the territories to see her sensibilities. The cook would rotate cuisines to see which plates she finished or asked for again. The books she found in her room also reflected this -- poetry, politics, religion. The cage was beautifully made -- but the bars were still present.She did not wish for him to know who she was. It was still unclear who had ordered the massacre
Ning Fan set the tea tray down briskly on the half desk as the Prince stared at the open garden outside. Ning Ren lounged with his hair unbound in a beautiful silk dressing gown embroidered with small birds sitting amongst a tree in spring. It billowed around him as his still gaze did not waver. His fixation was deep as if something was disturbing him."Excuse me, my lord.""Speak, Ning Fan." Ning Ren without altering his gaze, took the cup offered to him and drained it. He made a face as he wiped his mouth. "Next time you make it, make sure the water is newer. It takes bitter." A drop of blood ran down his nose and he turned to Ning Fan, "Where did you get that tea, Ning Fan?"Ning Fan upon seeing the blood rushed to his master. He dove to his knees and produced a clean white handkerchief from his side pocket. "Your highness please punish me. I should have tried the tea before handing it to you."
Within the hour the manor house was quiet.Bingquing's maid told her, she was to be left alone with Ning Ren and handed her a silver knife, "It was a privilege to serve you madam. The master instructed you to have this so you will not misunderstand his intentions."She took the knife and found it fit well inside of her nightgown. It was easy to hide and would be easy to use. A strange gift for a man to give a woman. An appropriate gift for a master to give his spy or assassin.She felt like a lamb being lead to slaughter as they approached Ning Ren's room. Everything was dark as the candles had been snuffed out. That part of the house was vacant of servants and as Ning Fan led her with a torch he seemed conflicted.It was nighttime. Ning Ren had never asked for her this late before."Master," Ning Fan bowed as he presented Bingquing to Ning Ren. "Where are all the servants?"N
Ning Ren didn't refute this. "I will hope you will be more civil when the bloodlust isn't upon you as it is now. Father would be very interested to know if this continues.""They call me the wolf you know. Not that you've won any such honor as a person in the borderlands. Father was disappointed you know when you said you'd rather be an official than be a soldier."Ning Ren nodded, "I don't have servants here so I can offer you neither tea or a meal. The only bed that's made is mine.""I'll take it. You leave with your woman to Jungpi in the carriage outside. I've been wanting this house for a long time.""You can have it as a present upon your recent ascension. The deed is in the bottom drawer." Ning Ren wrapped Bingquing in blankets and hoisted her like a bale of hay over his shoulder. Ning Fan emerged from the shadows and took Bingquing in her mass of blankets away through the corridor.