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.
Mother . . .
Nanny . . .
The Cook . . .
There was only one person who would be so cruel. She had seen him at the palace today and as she turned to look at the garden wall. The confirmation made her blood turn cold as the dried blood that formed the X on the wall.
Bingquing wiped her tears. She knew there was nothing more she could do as the deed had already been done. Mourning and crying could be completed later on. She would cry at night when she was alone.
Bingquing remembered the tree and snuck around to where the pond was. The fire was still burning inside the main house and had not reached the back. She ignored the impulses to go inside and save her things. The pond was stained red and there were people floating inside. But the ground around the tree was undisturbed.
The tree itself had branches chopped off haphazardly as if someone had slided a sword through it in some type of sword fight. Bingquing waded through the water, she flinched every time she bumped into something in the water. She saw the dead open eyes of someone, and decided she would just close her eyes until she hit the little island. She touched some earth and grass and pulled herself up onto solid ground.
Her clothing was wet and dyed a faint pink from the pond. Bingquing noted the shadow of the tree and dug in the opposite direction. She was crying as the dirt was hard and caused her fingers to bleed from the effort. The pain had fruition as she hit something hard. She dug more quickly and pulled out a dark wooden box gilded with gold and the seal of the emperor.
The box was thankfully not locked which would have caused her to despair. She opened the clasp with shaky blood crusted fingers and drew out the imperial order. Bingquing unfurled it and read the order written in the emperor's own blood.
She swam back across the pond and in her own burning house burned the box. Bingquing tucked the document inside of her dress and walked outside.
"Check for survivors!" The sound of the voice made Bingquing stand up straight. First, she started to walk in the direction of the voice, then as she remembered her home no longer existed. She wanted to know whom it was who had come before she made any quick moves. Her closest spot was to hide behind a broken wagon. Soldiers began running towards the burning manor from both sides. She snuck through the side streets slowly and was going to make her escape when something hit her on the back of her head.
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
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."
“Who dares to disturb the emperor after the court session? That’s bold of whatever minister can even bear the thought of death for his point. This is not the time to keep pushing a point that has died through discussion. Tell that courtier that I will execute him if he persists with his petition. I am not in the mood to entertain anybody under any circumstances. I will not be forced into doing more things that I have no care for.” Ning Zhuo nursed his head as his head was spinning after reading so many memorials. Even though the pile to the left of finished memorials was more in height than the one on the right, he knew there was a whole pile of them that his eunuchs had hidden behind a pot to encourage him to continue. It was incredibly annoying as work now was never ending. He already knew all the sides to the argument so he was irked that some small person was still trying to push after being re
Langhua, the queen of Jungpi, put her arms around Yan Sha tightly and started to cry as Yan Sha was too shell shocked to move or react. “You’re healthy. My daughter has finally returned to me the way that she does in my dreams. To see such a beautiful sight is beyond what I have hoped for so many years. I am so happy. You’re healthy finally. I have felt such guilt as your mother for sacrificing so much just to stabilize the reign of the incumbent. I searched so hard for an answer to my question of how to stabilize what I had put up for slaughter.” “Mother I—“ Yan Sha didn’t know what to say as she was so used to the brutality of the ruler. To be even here to see the tears and true joy in her return to a better state of health made Yan Sha realize that her aunt really did love her even if she preferred her own daughter above Yan Sha. 
Yan Sha was led to an unmarked carriage on the side gate of the Jungpi palace. It was odd at this time of day and she tensed when she saw it. This was out of her usual routine. No one had left her a note or explained why there was such a deviation so she was instantly alert. Her daggers were with her and she brandished them quickly in a way that would disarm the people around her. But as her movement was swift, there was a clothed man in animal skins who was silent and unexpected to Yan Sha such that she had not thought that such a person would be waiting for her. She couldn’t remember what happened after as the disgusting taste of medicine filled her mouth and she slipped out of consciousness. Her body was dragged into the carriage and the wild man drove off in a huff as all the servants scattered.
Yan Sha looked at Ning Zhuo with a sigh as she could feel the world around her come crashing down. Her breath came in harsh strokes as she tried not to breathe at all, if this was a dream she had to fight hard to make sure that she didn’t wake up. But reality was quick to set in. The bath house behind them was abruptly searched. They could hear the sounds of the maid explaining that there were people just here. “Don’t you feel bad for them?” Yan Sha said with a forlorn expression as she could see their panic and expressions. “They work for me. They are all paid well and even if they are taken into the Prefecture Penitentiary. I will take care of their families and make sure that their descendants are well.”
The black melange was moving up her body which as her clothing disintegrated covered all of her up to her neck. All below the water was pitch black and pulsating. He dropped the torch and there was a hiss as the fire went out. “Crown prince you cannot. I have burned many people. Everyone gets burned as they come close to me. You should not. You cannot. I am poison to everyone. Crown prince, please.” He picked up her body and the black color dripped down onto his hands. He moved swiftly out of the lake. Yan Sha touched his face and bounced back as she remembered what was wrong with her. “Crown prince? Since when have you called me that? If I truly am the cause of this, then I will search day and nig
Yan Sha laughed as she heard this. “Sister, I can’t believe that I hear you say this that you want to share me with others and even outsiders. If the Duke would hear of this I’m sure he would be positively shocked. He would say that someone has stolen away his beloved concubine sun and replaced her with a pious monk. He would look all around the moon for you until he found you right at home where he left you. But truthfully, sister, business is not for me. I could never keep all of the older matrons happy with tinctures. It would be a lot more talking than simply giving medicine.” “Well then you can be in all of their good graces and then they will want to invite us to all of the good gatherings and food tastings. Who is to know what nice things that they will share with us then?” “
“What kind of school are we talking about, your highness. I have definitely never heard of it. Whom is this legendary teacher? But on second thought I would say he has been brutal to you. Your back is full of burns and scars and marks. It doesn't sound like a place where a delicate princess should be sent, even if you are the spare.” “I am not one who has been confined to private quarters like my sister all of her life. One sibling must learn of the outside world to keep the other safe while ruling. It is my duty to protect her and guard the line in front of our house. But these is explained in the words of men, I guard the land so I may have a place to go home to and a bed to sleep on and a sister whom I know will raise my children if I am to die first.” “If you say it in this way
The person was walking upside down now and Yan Sha wondered how that could be. Then she realized that the ground was by her face. She struggled listlessly as the person dragged her away and out of sight. The scene that she had left behind was strange as there was just cloth and bones that were swept away by the morning sweepers as they wondered why this area of town had gotten so dusty. The local magistrates guessed all that ash had come from fires. Not knowing the whole area was hallowed with human remains. =\\= Yan Sha spat up black phlegm again and she coughed to clear her throat. No matter how much she coughed her throat continued to burn until she just gave up that she had gotten used to it that there was no point trying anymore. 
Ning Zhuo then turned and saw a shadow in his study. He strutted back to find his bookcases trembling. His movements to fix everything were quick. Maids immediately rushed behind him and one poked him, “Crown prince, your man from Jungpi has arrived to see you.” Yan Sha froze as she sat on the roof. There was a good opening to jump over the roofs but she was torn as she knew that it was incredibly difficult to get spies into this manor. She was proud of her former partner but could not stop the lick of nostalgia. She wanted to say that she knew him. Below her, Ning Zhuo replied. “Oh good. Send him into my study. I want to hear what he has to say immediately.”