Free Dragonwall by Troy Denning

his newest prizes, a peony bush that would blossom in green, his servant returned. “Excuse me, Master. Lady Ting asks you to reconsider your decision. She points out that she has been waiting many hours to apologize for what happened in the Mandarinate today.”
    “To apologize?” Ju-Hai repeated, wondering what she really intended. If she had been waiting since the emperor dismissed the Mandarinate, it had to be something important to her. Deciding he could control his anger in order to satisfy his curiosity, the minister said, “Very well, she may join me here.”
    Shei Ni bowed and went into the house.
    In the last six months, Ting had developed an irritating appetite for power. More than once, her hunger had resulted in an embarrassment similar to the one of that day. Ju-Hai had spoken to her about his concerns, but always without apparent effect. He was beginning to fear that it would be necessary to arrange her removal from the Mandarinate.
    The prospect did not please the minister, for he was genuinely fond of the female mandarin. Ting had first come to Ju-Hai’s attention over fifteen years ago, when she had achieved a perfect score on the civil service examination used to select imperial bureaucrats. Convinced she had cheated, he had summoned her to the Forbidden City and quizzed her personally. By halfway through the session, the girl had convinced the minister that she had earned her perfect score.
    During the interview, Ju-Hai had seen the making of a mandarin in the young woman. She had a sharp mind and a dynamic personality, and seemed ruthlessly driven. Afterward, he had investigated her background. Although she had suffered the misfortune of being born into the family of a dishonest rice merchant, the inquiry had uncovered nothing to suggest that she could not be a valuable public servant. From that point onward, Ju-Hai had taken a personal interest in her career. As the minister had expected, she had proven herself more than capable of executing any task assigned to her.
    Two years ago, the opportunity to place an ally in the post of Minister of State Security had arisen. Naturally, Ju-Hai’s first choice had been the beautiful young woman he had been developing for thirteen years. Although the minister had expected her to do well, even he had been surprised by the efficiency with which she performed her necessarily merciless duties. In the upper ranks of the bureaucracy, it was well known that revealing even a small weakness to the “Tigress” could prove fatal.
    The thought of keeping weaknesses secret reminded Ju-Hai of the trigram sticks he had left on the table. He returned to the pavilion and was just picking up the jar when Ting came out of the house.
    “Minister,” she said, stopping inside the fan-shaped arbor that served as an entrance to the garden.
    The gorgeous mandarin wore an unadorned scarlet cheosong that covered her from neck to ankle. The dress was made of gossamer silk that highlighted her voluptuous charms rather than concealed them. In her hands, she held a small potted flower of a type which Ju-Hai had never before seen. Save for its black blossom, the plant resembled a tiny lotus that grew in dirt instead of water. Holding the plant out for Ju-Hai, Ting averted her eyes and bowed as low as her tight clothing would allow.
    Ju-Hai put his trigram jar down, then walked over to Ting and accepted the gift. “It’s as ravishing as you, my dear,” he said, his anger fading as he studied the plant. A few moments later, he asked, “What is it?”
    “Cliff blossom. It came from the mountain kingdom of RaKhati,” she replied, standing upright. “It’s a special gift I’ve been saving. I thought it might express my sorrow for offending you.”
    Shei Ni appeared at the head of a small procession of servants. Carrying a teapot, cups, and two chairs, they stopped at the arbor and waited behind Ting.
    Ju-Hai bowed to show his appreciation. “As always, you must be complimented upon