labor.”
The emperor shook his head. “No, Ju-Hai.”
Batu recognized the mandarin’s name. Ju-Hai Chou was the Minister of State and the First Left Grand Councilor. Aside from the emperor himself, he was the most powerful man in the Mandarinate.
“In the two thousand years recorded in the Histories, there is only one account of a massed invasion by the horse barbarians,” the emperor continued, looking from Ju-Hai to the other mandarins. “It was provoked by a warmonger’s attempt to annex part of their lands. Only a fool would believe they have suddenly massed to attack without reason.”
“As always, your wisdom outshines the sun, Divine One,” Ju-Hai said, folding his hands in front of his body. “But merchants are now afraid to travel the Spice Road, and tax revenue has fallen by twenty percent. In addition, the cost of replacing the northern armies will deplete the treasury. Shou Lung’s marvelous economy is facing collapse. Can the reason for the attack matter any longer?”
The emperor nodded. “Oh yes, Ju-Hai. It is written in the Book of Heaven that a man cannot harvest rice until he understands the sowing of the seed. Is this not also the way with war? We cannot hope to win until we know what the barbarians seek.”
The female mandarin, Ting Mei Wan, stood and spoke. “Perhaps our eyes are turned in the wrong direction. Could the cause of the war lie here, within the Hall of Supreme Harmony?”
“What are you saying?” Ju-Hai snapped angrily.
With the unexpected outburst, a tense silence fell over the room. Ju-Hai glared at Ting with dark, menacing eyes. She returned the stare with a steady gaze and a faint smile. Batu felt sure some unspoken threat was passing between them. Not being privy to the inner workings of the Mandarinate, he could not guess its nature.
The emperor turned to Ju-Hai, his face an inscrutable mask of politeness. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his diplomatic tone disguising any curiosity he felt about the outburst.
The Minister of State flushed. From his embarrassed expression, Batu guessed the mandarin rarely suffered such lapses of control.
“I am unsure of Minister Ting’s meaning,” Ju-Hai replied, deftly avoiding an explanation for his irrational behavior. “Certainly, no blame can be placed upon the venerable members of this Mandarinate.” His face remained tense, and he continued to glare at Ting Mei Wan.
The Son of Heaven turned to the beautiful mandarin and raised an eyebrow to prompt her response. Ting smiled at the Minister of State, then bowed to the emperor and said, “The Book of Heaven teaches us that the Divine One rules with the mandate of the heavens. It is written that while the emperor governs with a pure heart and observes the proper ceremonies, Shou Lung will prosper. It is also written that the land will suffer plagues and pestilences when the Nine Immortals revoke their mandate.”
Ju-Hai relaxed and took his eyes off the woman. Whatever he had been afraid Ting would say clearly had nothing to do with the Book of Heaven. In contrast to Ju-Hai’s reaction, the other mandarins muttered in astonishment and stared at Ting in open shock. The emperor’s face remained impassive, and Batu could not tell what effect Ting’s words were having on him.
The beautiful mandarin continued. “I trust the emperor understands that discussing this matter only demonstrates my absolute loyalty,” she said, casting her gaze submissively at his feet. “As we are all confident of the purity of the Divine One’s heart, I merely suggest some minor rite may have been overlooked”
A middle-aged mandarin wearing a purple hai-waitao covered with mystic symbols leaped to his feet. “I can assure the Minister of State Security that all ceremonies are being performed properly!” he hissed. From the symbols on his robe, Batu guessed that the man was the High Lord of Imperial Sacrifices.
The Minister of State Security was a dangerous woman, the general
The emperor shook his head. “No, Ju-Hai.”
Batu recognized the mandarin’s name. Ju-Hai Chou was the Minister of State and the First Left Grand Councilor. Aside from the emperor himself, he was the most powerful man in the Mandarinate.
“In the two thousand years recorded in the Histories, there is only one account of a massed invasion by the horse barbarians,” the emperor continued, looking from Ju-Hai to the other mandarins. “It was provoked by a warmonger’s attempt to annex part of their lands. Only a fool would believe they have suddenly massed to attack without reason.”
“As always, your wisdom outshines the sun, Divine One,” Ju-Hai said, folding his hands in front of his body. “But merchants are now afraid to travel the Spice Road, and tax revenue has fallen by twenty percent. In addition, the cost of replacing the northern armies will deplete the treasury. Shou Lung’s marvelous economy is facing collapse. Can the reason for the attack matter any longer?”
The emperor nodded. “Oh yes, Ju-Hai. It is written in the Book of Heaven that a man cannot harvest rice until he understands the sowing of the seed. Is this not also the way with war? We cannot hope to win until we know what the barbarians seek.”
The female mandarin, Ting Mei Wan, stood and spoke. “Perhaps our eyes are turned in the wrong direction. Could the cause of the war lie here, within the Hall of Supreme Harmony?”
“What are you saying?” Ju-Hai snapped angrily.
With the unexpected outburst, a tense silence fell over the room. Ju-Hai glared at Ting with dark, menacing eyes. She returned the stare with a steady gaze and a faint smile. Batu felt sure some unspoken threat was passing between them. Not being privy to the inner workings of the Mandarinate, he could not guess its nature.
The emperor turned to Ju-Hai, his face an inscrutable mask of politeness. “Is something wrong?” he asked, his diplomatic tone disguising any curiosity he felt about the outburst.
The Minister of State flushed. From his embarrassed expression, Batu guessed the mandarin rarely suffered such lapses of control.
“I am unsure of Minister Ting’s meaning,” Ju-Hai replied, deftly avoiding an explanation for his irrational behavior. “Certainly, no blame can be placed upon the venerable members of this Mandarinate.” His face remained tense, and he continued to glare at Ting Mei Wan.
The Son of Heaven turned to the beautiful mandarin and raised an eyebrow to prompt her response. Ting smiled at the Minister of State, then bowed to the emperor and said, “The Book of Heaven teaches us that the Divine One rules with the mandate of the heavens. It is written that while the emperor governs with a pure heart and observes the proper ceremonies, Shou Lung will prosper. It is also written that the land will suffer plagues and pestilences when the Nine Immortals revoke their mandate.”
Ju-Hai relaxed and took his eyes off the woman. Whatever he had been afraid Ting would say clearly had nothing to do with the Book of Heaven. In contrast to Ju-Hai’s reaction, the other mandarins muttered in astonishment and stared at Ting in open shock. The emperor’s face remained impassive, and Batu could not tell what effect Ting’s words were having on him.
The beautiful mandarin continued. “I trust the emperor understands that discussing this matter only demonstrates my absolute loyalty,” she said, casting her gaze submissively at his feet. “As we are all confident of the purity of the Divine One’s heart, I merely suggest some minor rite may have been overlooked”
A middle-aged mandarin wearing a purple hai-waitao covered with mystic symbols leaped to his feet. “I can assure the Minister of State Security that all ceremonies are being performed properly!” he hissed. From the symbols on his robe, Batu guessed that the man was the High Lord of Imperial Sacrifices.
The Minister of State Security was a dangerous woman, the general
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