The Jade Temptress. Jeannie Lin

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СКАЧАТЬ and break the silence. It was easy being a silent fixture. Almost freeing.

      “Ah, so serious!”

      All heads turned at once toward the entrance. A figure had emerged through the curtain, handsome and youthful in appearance with his characteristic grin on his face.

      “Am I too late to join?” Bai Huang asked.

      “My lord.” Mingyu was less than warm in her greeting.

      “Jinshi.” The senior patrons acknowledged him with a bow and the two hopefuls looked on in awe.

      Even if they didn’t recognize Bai’s name, they recognized the significance of his robe. Only scholars who had passed the highest level of the palace exams were allowed the honor of wearing those robes.

      Mingyu, for her part, was not impressed. She rose as the nobleman started to engage the officials in conversation. “Lord Bai,” she began, smoothly linking her arm around his. “Madame Sun is expecting you.”

      Bai Huang laughed and made his apologies about stumbling into the wrong room as she led him back out through the curtain. That was one of the privileges of being yiji, an elite courtesan. The gentlemen of the quarter tolerated her impertinence. At times, they even revered it.

      “You are looking particularly beautiful today,” Lord Bai drawled.

      “As beautiful as my sister?” she replied archly.

      Lord Bai had married her younger sister—her real sister—Yue-ying at the end of the spring, not long after the new slate of imperial scholars had been announced. It was debatable which was more shocking, that Bai Huang, the notorious flower prince of the Pingkang li, had passed the exams or that he had taken a lowly servant with no name to speak of as his wife soon after.

      “That is impossible to say, Lady Mingyu. It would be like comparing the sun and the moon.”

      Bai Huang might be an imperial scholar, but he was still a fool. Or at least he attempted to play one in the pleasure quarter.

      “I know why you’re here,” she told him firmly. “It’s the same reason you’ve been hovering around me for the last year.”

      “Like a bee to a sweet flower,” he recited.

      She released his arm and shoved him the last part of the way into the hall. “Insufferable.”

      He regained his balance with hardly any effort and turned back to her. His grin faded and was replaced with a serious expression. “Did Yue-ying tell you?”

      “She didn’t have to tell me.” Mingyu stood like a sentinel blocking the passage back to the parlor. “I knew your attention had to have some other purpose. You were only here seeking information.”

      His gaze darted over her shoulder to assure they were alone. “There are rumors about General Deng. If there’s any truth to them, you don’t want to be associated with him.”

      “I’m already associated with the general. He’s my highest-ranking patron and a most kind and generous man.” There. She had even managed to say it without making a face. “I will not allow you to spy on him any longer, or on me.”

      “I hear Deng is arriving in the capital tomorrow. Has he arranged a meeting with you?”

      She regarded Bai Huang blankly, saying nothing, revealing nothing.

      “If I could speak with him in private,” he suggested.

      “Please forgive me, Lord Bai. I’m merely a humble courtesan, not capable of providing what you require.”

      Her expression remained pleasant and unassuming, but it was an unmistakable challenge.

      Finally Bai sighed. “Be careful, Mingyu.”

      “I always am.”

      “You’re not.” His sharp look reminded her that she had spent a long time underestimating him. “You’re not careful when your heart is involved.”

      His words sent a pang through her chest. “How is Yue-ying?”

      Bai Huang’s expression softened. “She’s well. She misses you.”

      Mingyu shook her head. She didn’t want to hear of it. She and Bai Huang were now related by marriage, though no one in the Bai family would recognize her as such. Mingyu preferred it that way. It was better for Yue-ying that she start her new life without the shadow of the past hanging over her.

      “Tell her not to be sentimental. And to drink the tea I sent to her and...and take good care of her.”

      “I will.”

      They exchanged bows. Mingyu had been too long away from her guests already, but she took a moment longer to watch as Lord Bai retreated down the stairs. Her sister was fortunate to have found a good man to protect her.

      There was a time when Mingyu had been young and vying for notoriety. She had dreamed of catching the attention of a gentleman like that, but she’d since learned that it was better to rely on her own skills for protection. Mingyu’s heart had left the quarter when her sister had left. What remained was her warrior self, which was more than capable of handling Lord Bai, General Deng and any man who sought to challenge or possess her.

      * * *

      “WHAT DID THE foolhardy Lord Bai wish to speak to you about, hmm?” Madame Sun sat back upon the settee and ran a manicured fingertip along the arm.

      “You know how he is,” Mingyu replied absently. She busied her hands with stacking the teacups and implements back onto the tray. “This and that. Nothing of importance.”

      Madame snorted. “He isn’t trying to redeem you like he did your sister, is he? He may be from a high-ranking family, but from what I hear, he’s failed to secure an appointment. He doesn’t have the money to afford my Mingyu.”

      Everything was always a transaction with Madame. She was the headmistress of the Lotus Palace and foster mother to all the girls who resided there, which meant they were all indentured to her.

      “I wouldn’t go with him even if he had the money,” Mingyu replied. “He is already married to my sister. Procuring me would only lead to scandal.”

      “And you have more freedom here than you would ever have as a servant in a rich man’s house,” Madame added.

      “Of course.” Mingyu was ever so obedient and practical. “Here we control our own fate.”

      Those were Madame’s favorite words. She’d taught them to Mingyu just as she’d taught her how to play music and dance and look at a man in a way that would make him wonder. And want.

      “A courier came by today on behalf of General Deng to deliver four bolts of the finest silk and a hundred taels of silver. A gift to the Lotus Palace.”

      “Payment,” Mingyu corrected.

      Madame Sun waved a hand, as if to say gift, payment, money—they were all the same. “He must be eager to see you. The Lotus will miss СКАЧАТЬ