Empress in Hiding
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Empress in Hiding
Empress in Disguise Book 2
Zoey Gong
Amanda Roberts
Red Empress Publishing
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Also by Zoey Gong
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The New Year Boyfriend
The Animal Companions Series
A Girl and Her Elephant
A Girl and Her Panda
A Girl and Her Tiger
Empress in Disguise Trilogy
Empress in Disguise
Empress in Hiding
Empress in Danger
Also by Amanda Roberts
Fiction Novels
Threads of Silk
The Man in the Dragon Mask
Novels of the Qing Court
The Other Empress
The Pearl Concubine
The French Princess
The Qing Dynasty Mysteries
Murder in the Forbidden City
Murder in the British Quarter
Murder at the Peking Opera
The Touching Time Series
The Child’s Curse
The Emperor’s Seal
The Empress’s Dagger
The Slave’s Necklace
Empress in Disguise Trilogy
Empress in Disguise
Empress in Hiding
Empress in Danger
Nonfiction
The Crazy Dumplings Cookbook
Crazy Dumplings II: Even Dumplinger
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Thank You For Reading!
Empress in Danger
About Zoey Gong
About Amanda Roberts
About the Publisher
1
“May the empress live ten thousand years!” the sea of people before me says a second, and then a third time.
They are talking about me. Me! How did this happen? Only a few months ago I was living on the streets of Peking, a girl so poor I did not have a pair of shoes. A Han Chinese, not even a Manchu. And now I am the empress of China. I laugh at the absurdity of it, even though I know it is inappropriate. But I cannot help myself. I am a fraud, yet all of the most powerful men in the world—the emperor included—believe that I am their empress.
“Is there something wrong, my lady?” the emperor, my husband, Emperor Guozhi, says, laying his large hand upon my small on one the arm of my throne. I raise my eyes to the gold dragon hovering above us, the giant pearl in his mouth. I am thankful that the pearl rests over the emperor’s throne and not that of the empress. There is no superstition that says that if any woman who is not the empress dares to sit on the phoenix throne, she will be crushed.
“No, your majesty,” I manage to choke out. “I…It is so overwhelming. I hardly know what to think. I am sorry.”
The emperor presses his lips and gives a small nod. He runs his thumb over the back of my hand, and I have the feeling that he is on the verge of tears. He loved Empress Caihong, of that I am sure. And now I am sitting in her place. No matter how much affection he has for me, he could never love me as he did her. I can never take her place—in any aspect.
“You should return to your palace,” he says. “Rest. You will have many duties to attend to shortly.”
My stomach is a heavy stone. How can I—an ignorant girl with no education—manage the emperor’s harem of over a hundred ladies? I look to my left, to the emperor’s mother, Dowager Empress Fenfang, but she is staring straight ahead, her mouth a thin line. She is the person who should help me the most. The person who should train me in my new duties. But she also despises me, I’m sure of it, just as she despised Empress Caihong before me.
I feel a tug and realize that the emperor is helping me to stand. I do so slowly. The headdress strains my neck and my legs feel wobbly inside my pot-bottom shoes. I had been laughing moments ago, but now tears fill my eyes as I look down the row of stairs I must descend. I am certain I will fall and make a fool of myself in front of the emperor, his mother, and the hundreds of gathered dignitaries. Maybe I will get lucky and I will break my neck, putting an end to this ridiculous farce.
But I raise my eyes and they fall on Prince Honghui. Our gaze meets, and it gives me strength. He believes in me. He thinks I can do this. I think he is wrong, but I at least have to try. I have lost him, we can never be lovers again, never kiss, never hold hands, never speak privately, but I can still be the woman he thinks I am—even if that woman doesn’t exist.
My maids, Nuwa and Suyin, each take one of my hands. I hold onto them tightly, as I have always relied on them ever since I first entered the Forbidden City. They descend the stairs ahead of me by one step, and I lean into them heavily, the headdress threatening to send me crashing to the floor below.
But I do not fall, not with my steady servants by my side. When I am safely at the foot of the dais, I raise my head and look over the sea of kowtowing bodies. Even the prince is bent over so that I cannot see his face, but I know he’s there. He will always be there.
My maids walk beside me as I leave the audience hall. Outside, in the bright sunshine, my chief eunuch, Jinhai, is waiting for me. His neck is bent, but I can still see the pleased smile on his face. He helps me into my sedan chair, closing the flaps around me. He is right to be happy, him and all my servants. They have not served in the Forbidden City very long, but all of them—like me, their lady—have climbed as high as is possible. With the income they now earn, they will never want for anything, and they will be able to support their families as well. Suyin, when the time comes, will be able to make a good marriage, perhaps even to a palace official.
I suddenly realize how many people are now dependent on me. I am young, and the emperor is not old. I could retain my position for decades. Thus, my servants could remain with me, building their own savings or supporting their families for all that time as well. But if I were to die, be it by tripping in my ridiculous shoes or in childbirth, their comfortable lives would be at an end. They would be dismissed or reassigned to a woman of lower station. Dying would put an end to my misery, to the lies that hold me captive, and I have prayed for it many times. But that would be selfish. I must live, and I must do my best to remain in the emperor’s good graces, if not for myself, then for those around me. I owe it to them. I never would have attained my current position without them. I did not want it, but now that I have it, I cannot throw it away. This is my life now, and I must accept it.
When m
y sedan chair stops moving and I am helped out, I am surprised to see that we are not in front of my palace, the Palace of Earthly Honors, but Empress Caihong’s palace. The place where she lived—and the place where she died. I lose my breath for a moment at the memory of holding her in my arms as the life slipped from her. The vision of her bleeding body after her son had been cut from her belly makes me shudder. I lose my footing, stepping backward, but thankfully, my maids are there to keep me from falling.
“My lady,” Suyin says, “are you all right?”
I look around and see a dozen eunuch servants shuffling about, carrying items from my palace into this one.
“What is happening?” I ask. “Why are they moving my things?”
“You are the empress now,” Jinhai says. “You are to live in the empress’s palace.”
“No!” I say with more force than I intended, but I am horrified at the thought. “No, I will not live here. Take me back home, back to the Palace of Earthly Honors, now!”
I see that the eunuchs have slowed their work, looking at me, but they do not stop. From inside the palace, Fiyanggu, the chief eunuch for domestic affairs, comes out. He orders the other eunuch servants around and then he kneels before me.
“Your majesty,” he says, “I am sorry the move is not yet complete. All will be set right shortly, I assure you.”
“No!” I say again. “Stop this. Stop it now!”
Fiyanggu gets to his feet but keeps his face downcast. “Stop what, your majesty?”
“Stop moving things! I will not live here. Take my things back home now.”
“I-I-It is tradition for the empress to reside here, in the Palace of—”
“I don’t care,” I say. “I will not live in this place, where the floors are stained with blood.”
“I assure you, my lady, that everything has been cleaned to exacting standards—”
“I don’t care!” I say again, trying to stomp my foot but finding it impossible to do so. “I will always remember what happened here. It is not a palace, it is a tomb. I’ll not live here.” I’m near to tears and am on the verge of throwing a fit.
Fiyanggu hesitates, and I see that all the other eunuchs have stopped to watch me, but still no one obeys me. I feel Suyin lean very close to me.
“You are the empress,” she whispers in my ear so quietly, I barely hear her.
“I know!” I say, exasperated. But when I look at her, I realize that she is not saying that, as empress, I must live here. She is telling me to use my position to my advantage. I clear my throat and stand up straight, summoning my dignity to give me a strength I do not feel.
“I am the empress,” I say, my voice even while my body shakes. “And you will do as I say. Remove my things from this place and put them back in the Palace of Earthly Honors.”
“The-the-the emperor—” Fiyanggu tries, but I cut him off.
“Is not the head of the inner court,” I say. “I am. Do as I command.”
Fiyanggu kowtows again before backing away from me and barking orders at the eunuchs. At once, they begin moving the many items back in the direction of my palace. I breathe a sigh of relief and am on the verge of collapse.
“You did excellent, my lady,” Suyin says as she and Nuwa help me back into the sedan chair.
“I only hope the emperor is not angry with me,” I say. Fiyanggu was only acting under his orders, after all.
“He was only following protocol, I’m sure,” Jinhai says. “Fiyanggu was correct in saying that it is tradition for the empress to live here. But as the empress, you may live wherever you please. You could even take one of the other ladies’ palaces if you wished.”
“I will not turn anyone out of her home,” I say. “I only wish to not live in a palace with such haunting memories.”
“Of course,” he says with a bow.
Only a few moments later, I am standing in front of the Palace of Earthly Honors, and I let out a sigh. In all the changes that have occurred recently, at least where I will lay my head tonight remains the same.
In my dressing room, the phoenix crown placed upon my head by the empress dowager is removed first and set upon a pillow on a pedestal. The crown is only worn for ceremonial events, but it is always to be treated with honor. After that, the headdress is removed, as is the heavy robe, and the pot-bottom shoes are taken from my feet. It is a relief to have such weights removed from my body, even if my soul is still heavy.
How am I going to do this? How can I be empress? I don’t even know what all the position entails. I was not one of the empress’s ladies. I didn’t see what her life was like most of the day. I only saw her in the mornings for greetings. I need help. I have my servants, of course, but I need more than that. I then remember my friends, Yanmei and Wangli. I have barely seen them since I was first elevated. I do not know if they retreated from me out of jealousy or something else, but I did not want to force my company upon them if they did not want it. But now that I am the empress, they will not be able to refuse my invitations.
“Suyin, let Lady Yanmei and Lady Wangli know that I wish to take tea with them.”
“Of course, my lady,” Suyin says, and then she is gone.
“How much of an impression do you want to make on them, my lady?” Nuwa asks, and I chuckle. I know she means, how ornate do I wish my appearance to be?
“None at all,” I say. “I hope to earn their friendship back, not punish them for their past slights against me.”
“Of course.” Nuwa styles my hair simply, wipes away most of my makeup, and dresses me in a subdued, dark blue robe and shoes with the smallest pot-bottom at my disposal. When I hear a commotion outside, I am surprised at how quickly they have arrived. I rush to the courtyard, eager to see my friends.
But it is not my friends who come through the gate into my garden.
“Dowager Empress Fenfeng!” a eunuch announces as the older woman appears.
I completely forget myself and my new position, falling to my knees and kneeling before her. I hear her sigh and click her tongue.
“What a disappointment you are,” she says.
Sadly, I cannot disagree.
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“Get up,” Fenfeng commands me. I do as she says, but I keep my eyes downcast. “Never fall to your knees before me again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mother,” I say. As the emperor’s mother and my mother-in-law, custom dictate that I refer to her as “Mother,” so I do so. It always turns my stomach, though. How I miss my own mother! If only I could reach out to her, tell her what has become of me. But that would be far too dangerous. If anyone ever knew that I was not really Lihua, the penalty would be death for treason.
“Are you listening to me?” Fenfeng asks.
“Yes, Mother,” I say even though I have not heard a word she’s said. There is so much going on around me, I can hardly focus.
“You are the empress, now,” she says, shaking her head as though she cannot believe it. “You will now be in charge of managing the harem. I will be watching you, Lihua. Do not disappoint me.” She turns to leave.
“Wait,” I say, following her. “Won’t you help me? I don’t know how to be an empress. Can you teach me?”
She turns back to me slowly, and I am sure I see a hint of a smile on her face that she quickly hides as she faces me. “In the past, when I have attempted to guide you, you have resisted my efforts.”
This is only partly true. I have always done as Fenfeng has asked of me, except in one area: the emperor’s children. The emperor has two daughters, one by the late empress, and one by Lady An, who is also now dead. I feel great empathy for these children who have no mother and rarely see their father. I suppose I feel a kinship with them since I no longer have my parents either. I adore the girls and want nothing more than to protect them. But for some reason, Dowager Empress Fenfeng does not like me meddling in her efforts to raise the girls. I’m not sure what to say. I need the empress’s help, but I do not want her to take the ch
ildren from me.
“A thousand apologies, Mother,” I say. “I know that you are far wiser than myself in all things. I would be honored if you would help me.”
She presses her lips. It is not the answer she wants, but neither is it one she can reject.
“Very well,” she says, her voice tight. “I will do my best to help you. Spend today getting your house in order. After audiences tomorrow, I will give you more directions.”
“Thank you, Mother,” I say, bending my knees and neck in a polite bow. It is a great relief when she is gone.
“You know that she has no desire to teach you anything,” Suyin whispers to me. “She only wishes to control you. To regain her position as head of the harem.”
“I know,” I say, going to a stone table and sitting on one of the matching stone stools. “But I do need her help. I have no idea what I am doing. And while you and Nuwa and Jinhai have been very helpful in teaching me the ways of the Forbidden City, it’s not enough. Only Fenfeng knows what it is like to be an empress.”
Suyin lets out a sigh. “I only hope you know what you are doing.”