An-te-hai had informed me that Yung Lu had emerged on the political stage of China by his own merits.
I had to restrain my urge to ask Yung Lu questions. I had to be careful what I said, although I intended to impress him.
I wondered if Yung Lu had any idea how rare it was for someone like Nuharoo or me to have this encounter. How precious it was to be able to spend time with someone who lived his life outside the Forbidden City.
“The inner palace is so isolated that we often feel that we exist only as names to the country”-my voice spoke my thoughts involuntarily. I glanced at Nuharoo, who smiled and nodded. Relieved, I went on. “The elaborate lives we lead serve only to confirm to ourselves that we are the possessors of power, that we are who we think we are, that we needn’t be afraid of anything. The truth is, not only are we afraid, but we also fear that Emperor Hsien Feng is dying of distress. He is the person who is most afraid.”
As if shocked by my revelation, Nuharoo grabbed my hand and pressed her nails into my palm.
But I couldn’t be stopped. “Not a day passes that I don’t fear for my son,” I barged ahead, and then suddenly stopped, deeply embarrassed. I looked down and noticed the magnificent sword in my hand. “I hope that one day Tung Chih will fall in love with a sword this beautiful.”
“Indeed.” Nuharoo seemed glad that I had returned to a proper subject. Joining in, she praised the weapon as a masterpiece of craftsmanship.
I recognized the symbols on the sword’s handle, which were reserved for the Emperor. Surprised, I asked, “Was this a gift from His Majesty?”
“Actually, it was a gift from Emperor Hsien Feng to my superior Su Shun,” Yung Lu replied, “who in turn gave it to me, with the permission of His Majesty.”
“What was the occasion?” Nuharoo and I asked almost at the same time.
“I was fortunate enough to be able to save Su Shun’s life in a fight with bandits in the mountain area of Hupei. This dagger was also my reward.” Yung Lu got down on his left knee and pulled out a dagger from inside his boot. He passed it to me. The handle was made of jade inlaid with stones.
The moment my fingers touched the weapon, I felt a sensation of excitement.
It was noon when Nuharoo said that she had to leave for her Buddha room to chant and count her beads.
To her, what Yung Lu and I were talking about was uninteresting. It amazed me that she found the endless chanting interesting. Once I had asked Nuharoo if she could shed some light on Buddhism, and she said that it was all about “an existence of nonexistence,” or “an opportunity that is not pursued.” When I pressed for more of an explanation, she said that it was impossible. “I can’t describe my relationship with Buddha in an earthly language.” She gave me a steady look, and her tone was full of gentle pity as she said, “Our lives are predestined to attain.”
After Nuharoo left, I resumed talking with Yung Lu. It felt like the beginning of a fascinating journey, which I was enjoying despite my guilt. He was of Manchu origin and was from the north. As the grandson of a general, he had joined the White Bannermen at the age of fourteen and worked his way up, taking the Imperial academic route as well as advanced military training.
I asked about his relationship with Su Shun.
“The grand councilor was in charge of a case in which I was a plaintiff,” Yung Lu replied. “It was in the eighth year of His Majesty’s rule, and I took the civil service examination.”
“I have read about those examinations,” I said, “but I have never known anyone who has taken them.”
Yung Lu smiled and licked his lips.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
“Oh, no,” he apologized.
“So, did you win a position through the examination?”
“No, I didn’t,” he answered. “Something strange was going on. People suspected the winner of cheating. He was a rich layabout. Several people blamed it on corruption among the higher-ups. With the support of fellow students, I challenged the court and demanded a recount of the scores. My proposal was rejected, but I didn’t give up. I investigated the case myself. After a month, through an elderly clansman, I presented a detailed report to Emperor Hsien Feng, who forwarded the case to Su Shun.”
“That’s right,” I said, remembering learning about the case.
“It didn’t take Su Shun long to find out the truth,” Yung Lu said. “However, the case was not an easy one to solve.”
“Why?”
“It involved one of His Majesty’s close relatives.”
“Did Su Shun persuade His Majesty to take proper measures?”
“Yes, and as a result the leader of the Imperial Academy was beheaded.”
“Su Shun’s power rests in his flexible tongue,” Nuharoo interrupted us. She had returned quietly, and sat holding her prayer beads. Her eyes were closed when she spoke. “Su Shun can talk a dead person into singing.”
Yung Lu cleared his throat, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
“What did Su Shun say to Emperor Hsien Feng then?” I asked.
“He gave His Majesty an example of a riot that toppled the empire during the fourteenth year of Emperor Shun Chih in 1657,” Yung Lu replied. “It was organized by a group of students who were treated unfairly by the civil service exam.”
I took up my tea and sipped. “And how did you end up working for Su Shun?”
“I was thrown in jail for being a troublemaker.”
“And Su Shun rescued you?”
“Yes, he was the one who ordered my release.”
“And he recruited you and has been promoting you?”
“Yes, from lieutenant to commander in chief of the Imperial Guards.”
“In how many years?”
“Five years, Your Majesty.”
“Impressive.”
“I am terribly grateful and I will always owe the grand councilor my loyalty.”
“You should,” I said. “But keep in mind that it was Emperor Hsien Feng who allowed Su Shun his power.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
I thought for a moment and decided to reveal a bit of information An-te-hai had discovered, which was that the leader of the Imperial Academy was Su Shun’s enemy.
Yung Lu was surprised. I expected a response, a question, but none came.
“Su Shun cleverly accomplished an end to a personal grudge,” I added. “He eliminated his rival through the hand of Emperor Hsien Feng, and did so in the name of doing you justice.”
Yung Lu remained quiet. Seeing that I was waiting, he said, “Forgive me, Your Majesty, I am at a loss for words.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” I put down my tea. “I was just wondering if you knew.”
“Yes, in fact… a little.” He lowered his eyes.
“Doesn’t such cleverness say something about Su Shun the man?”
Not daring to reveal himself too freely or doubt my motivation, Yung Lu raised his eyes to examine me. In this look I saw a true Bannerman.
I turned to Nuharoo. The beads sat still on her lap, and her fingers had stopped moving. I did not know whether she was engaged with the spirit of Buddha or had dozed off.
I sighed. The Emperor was too weak, Su Shun was too cunning, and Prince Kung was too far away, while we needed a man close by.
“Time will test Su Shun,” I said. “What we are concerned with here is your loyalty. Who will have it, Su Shun or His Majesty Emperor Hsien Feng?”
Yung Lu threw himself on the ground and kowtowed. “Of course His Majesty. He will have my everlasting devotion-there is no question about that in my mind.”
“And us? His Majesty’s wives and child?”
Yung Lu straightened his back. Our eyes met. As when ink wash hits rice paper, the moment created a permanent picture in my memory. Somehow he was betrayed by his expression, which told me that he was, in that instant, judging, weighing, evaluating. I sensed that he wanted to know if I was worthy of his commitment.
Holding his look, I answered him in silence that I would do the same for him in exchange for his honesty and friendship. I wouldn’t have done it if I had had any warning of what was to happen. I was too confident that I had control over my own will and emotions, and that I would be nothing less than Emperor Hsien Feng’s faithful concubine.