Jade Lee - The Concubine

If she had run, would her father really have been destroyed? Would her mother truly have committed suicide from the shame? It was a possibility, she knew, but would they have actually done it? And if she was doomed to the lowest harem anyway, would the emperor truly care if she escaped with his best friend? Would he really punish two such insignificant beings when he had all of China to oversee? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

She collapsed onto her knees before the fire, her eyes watching the dance of the flames. She felt like the burning log, on fire and slowly turning into a tiny knot of black ash. Was she withering now after one day in disgrace? How would she survive after a year in the lowest harem? Or worse, how would she live after a year of running in terror from an angry emperor?

The choices collided in her heart and her mind. One moment she thought she would run to Bo Tao and beg him on her knees to take her from here. The next would have her crying for her mother and the shame that could destroy everything at home. And in that dark moment, she heard the one voice she most hoped and feared to hear.

“Virgins!” Bo Tao called. “The emperor has brought you a present.”

She spun around, her heart leaping to her throat as she looked through her doorway. His expression was hard, as if frozen into place. She detected no softness in his eyes or his demeanor, and yet she thought his gaze lingered on her face. Did he see her tears and her regrets? She ducked her head in shame. She did not want to increase his suffering with her own. Head down, she slowly stood, leaving her room to join the other virgins in the main gathering place.

He watched her come into the center of the room. She knew it because her body tingled with awareness, but when she glanced up, his face was turned to the room at large. He looked over all the girls, his expression hard but his eyes sad. And then he held up nine red ribbons with a cheap monkey charm in the center.

“Virgins,” he said again. “The emperor apologizes for the insult given to you last night. He gives you this token of his esteem and bids you wear it tomorrow during the final selection of his brides.”

Silence greeted his words. All understood the meaning behind the gesture. After all, the emperor could not remember which of the thirty-six remaining virgins were the ones who had been insulted by the white apes last night. But this necklace, this cheap monkey charm would identify them as clearly as a black, ugly smear across their faces.

Ji Yue winced at the unfairness of it all. But in the silence following Bo Tao’s pronouncement, Ji Yue felt a spark of intelligence. Suddenly she was lifting her head and pinning the disgraced master with her stare. “We are all commanded to wear this?”

He nodded, his chin dipping with a firm, angry motion.

“But does the emperor say where we are to display the sign of his generosity?”

Bo Tao’s lips curved in a slow smile. “I, too, have been punished,” he said firmly, “for you virgins were in my care. I am punished for allowing such a heinous event in the first place. And so it is with great honor and humility that I wear my mark of shame here.” Then to everyone’s shock, he unbuttoned the top of his jacket. He pulled back the flap of his shirt so that all could see the pinned ribbon resting on the inside of his coat. Then he slowly closed his shirt. If he had not shown it to them, none would have known it was there. Which meant that the tainted virgins could do the same. They could hide their ribbons and have nearly the same chance as everyone else! After all, the Son of Heaven had only seen them during one banquet. How would he tell one virgin apart from another except by a hidden token?

“You arranged this, didn’t you, Sun Bo Tao?” Ji Yue asked.

He arched his eyebrow. “The emperor commanded such tokens of shame. Is it my fault that in his fury he forgot to specify the details?”

She smiled, her first real smile of the day. “You risk much in doing this.”

He shrugged. “Can I fall further from grace?”

Yes. Yes, he had a great deal further to fall, but he had done it anyway. Ji Yue was the first to step forward, lifting the ugly ornament from his hand. “Thank you, Master of the Festival,” she said, her heart in her eyes.

One by one, the other virgins stepped forward, taking their ribbon and secreting it away. “Thank you, Master of the Festival,” they murmured, and then disappeared from the main room, their voices raised with renewed excitement.

“You have given them hope for tomorrow,” Ji Yue said when it was only the two of them left. There wasn’t even a eunuch to guard them, so far had they fallen from grace.

“I would give more,” he said as he crossed to stand before her. “I would give you-”

She pressed her hand to his mouth. She did not want to hear his words. She did not want to allow herself to hope. “Tell me truthfully, Sun Bo Tao,” she said. “For this shame, what is your punishment?”

He frowned and slowly pulled her hand from his mouth, but he did not release her fingers. “Men are never to blame,” he said softly, “even when it is completely our fault.” His eyes told her that he blamed himself for everything. For not knowing about the party, for seducing her when she had been all too willing, for everything that had passed. “I am commanded to wear this silly token, and another will speak in my stead at the marriage festival.”

So no real punishment. “And afterward?”

He looked down at their intertwined hands. “The position of my choice. I told him I must have an official place of power in his government or I would leave.”

She looked up at him, truly pleased. “That is excellent news! Then you can have your own home and take a wife and…” Her voice trailed away. She did not like to think of him taking a wife other than her.

“I would still give it up for you,” he said. “We can still run.”

She closed her eyes, fighting the urge to rush into his arms. “How would we live?” she asked. “What would you do?” There were no jobs in China for a disgraced man. And that was assuming they were not caught and killed for their audacity.

Bo Tao shrugged. “I could learn something new. Ji Yue, it is not impossible to begin again. There is a very large world outside of China.”

“But your whole life has been here. You were born to stand by the emperor’s side.” Before he could dismiss her objection, she rushed ahead to her next point. “Have you ever been poor?”

“My family is not wealthy, Ji Yue.”

“But you grew up here, running with the future Son of Heaven. Have you ever wanted for rice in your bowl?”

“I do not care.”

“You will,” she returned.

“No, Ji Yue, I won’t. Not if you are by my side.”

She wanted to believe him. She did believe him. But he belonged in the Forbidden City helping the emperor direct China. She would not let him throw his entire life away just for her. “I care,” she said. “I will not run.”

He grimaced and made a sound of disgust. “You women are taught sacrifice from the cradle. You are here to serve men, to devote yourself to honor and care for us.” He abruptly gripped her arms and roughly hauled her forward. His eyes burned like fire and she gasped in stunned shock. “Even you,” he rasped, “with all your intelligence and your fire, you do not think that I need you, Ji Yue. That without you, I will-” he swallowed “-I will be hollow.” Then he crushed her mouth to his, kissing her more boldly and passionately than ever before. She melted against him. How she ached for the dream that he offered!

Then he released her. The separation was as abrupt as the kiss, and she swayed on her feet. She wished he would steady her. She wanted to be in his arms again. But he held himself apart, and she was forced to balance herself while his attitude shifted to one of bitter cold.