Empress by Shan Sa Page A

These very ordinary trinkets were priceless in our Inner City. In exchange for his presents, he insisted that I listen to him describe his inextricable affairs with his young mistresses and I give him my advice. I watched my king growing up with a heavy heart. He was no longer the fevered adolescent who dreamed of magnificent battles against the Barbarians. His adult life was a succession of female conquests in which any feeling of glory disappeared the day after the victory. Still dissatisfied in his search for an ideal woman, he abandoned himself wholeheartedly to pointless suffering and transient happiness.
    He too was a prisoner of the forced inactivity of the imperial court; was there a better drug for him to find than love?
    One afternoon Little Phoenix appeared at the entrance to the manege where I was schooling a horse. He called for his usual mount and galloped over to me.
    Still far away, he called: “Did you know that the King of Qi, the son of Wife Yin, has led a revolt against Sovereign Father? He’s killed the Governor Delegate of his province-kingdom and proclaimed himself Emperor. Sovereign Father is furious. His ministers have approved an immediate repression. The armies of nine counties are marching toward the rebel cities!”
    When he was closer to me, I could see tears on his cheeks.
    “This morning at the Emperor’s audience, my elder brother, Supreme Son, and my second brother, the King of Wei, each accused the other of being allied to the insurgent. I thought they were going to fight before the sovereign. Heavenlight, my brothers are going mad!”
    The Supreme Son and the King of Wei, who was second in line to the throne, were both born of the Empress of Learning and Virtue, and their rivalry in the Imperial City went back to their childhood. As the Emperor grew older, he was losing patience with the eldest, who preferred debauchery to study, and his affection was turning to the younger son who seemed more serious and intelligent. Seeing his title threatened, the heir became even more bullish and vindictive. As he drew close to his goal, the King of Wei became increasingly nervous and vapid. Their hatred for each other spread throughout the Court, and partisan clans had formed. Both camps slandered each other before the sovereign who, distressed by the conflict, could not reach a decision. The heir wanted his younger brother dead to secure his position; the King of Wei cursed his elder brother who held a place he did not deserve. Each of them secretly resented the sovereign for defending his adversary, and each of them was quite capable of seizing the throne by launching a coup. Princes turning to fratricide and usurping thrones was the curse of our dynasty!
    Little Phoenix interrupted my thoughts: “After the audience, the heir’s carriage held mine up as we turned a corner. He demanded that I speak ill of his enemy in front of Father. Later, I received a visit from the King of Wei in my palace. ”Neutrality is a sign of weakness punishable by death,“ he told me. What should I do? How can I take either part? They are both guilty of sowing the seeds of unrest in the Palace. One of them is colluding with the rebels and has betrayed us. Heaven-light, I don’t want to be involved with any plotting and scheming! I’m afraid!”
    I tried to reassure him: “Your uncle the Great Chancellor Wu Ji, the brother of the honorable late Empress, has the sovereign’s ear. In the past, he took his Majesty’s part when he confronted his brothers; today he best understands the tragedy of the situation. The sovereign is too closely involved to act, but I know that he has instructed Lord Wu Ji to conduct a secret enquiry. Soon we shall know the truth. Your brothers are trying to frighten you. They are the ones who are dying of fear! Don’t trouble yourself; no one will have time to do you harm.”
    The atmosphere at the Palace of Precious Dew darkened. The Emperor was sullen and silent; he refused his