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So - is there any more stuff?
Yunnan, March 1660
Alone amongst the peoples of China, the Bai in the southwest had a peculiar tradition.
They ate cheese.
In the eyes of many Han, this strange tradition was yet one more sign that they were barbarians, for what sort of people ate curdled goat’s milk? But in Chen Yenyuan’s opinion, it was one of the few things that redeemed living in the wilderness that was Yunnan. As she bit into a piece, she listened to Wu Sangui’s whining.
“Look at this!’ he demanded, holding up an order from Beijing.
Chen Yenyuan looked at the note, and smiled. “I can’t read,” she said.
Wu Sangui didn’t hear her. “They want to recall me!” He moaned. “After all I’ve done for them. Why?”
Chen Yenyuan put her arms around her lover. “Oh, Sangui,” she said affectionately, “they don’t trust you.”
“You think so?” he asked.
”I’m afraid not,” she said with a sigh. “They still have your son as a hostage at the court, despite all you’ve done for them.” She frowned. “Now, what did the Manchu accuse you of doing?”
Wu Sangui looked at the note again. “They claim that I assisted the Emperor of Eternal Experiences in traveling through our territory.” He shook his head, and accepted a cup of tea that Chen poured for him. “I don’t understand,” he said. “We had him on the run, he was hiding in Burma,” he trailed off. “How did he get through our army?”
Chen Yenyuan frowned. “Perhaps all of your men are not as loyal to the Dynasty of Clarity.” She ran her hand through Wu’s hair. “It’s grossly unfair for them to treat you like this,” she said. “It’s the same way the Dynasty of Brightness treated you.” Wu sipped his tea, and she said, slyly, “You’re just as good as any of the men who call themselves Sons of Heaven.”
Wu beamed at the compliment. “Do you truly think so?” he asked.
Chen Yenyuan smiled. “Of course you are!” she said. “You’re the one who kept the Qing from overrunning China for years, and when you had to, you defeated the army of the bandits and rebels, saving China.”
Wu Sangui took another sip of the tea, and smiled. “I know,” he said. He looked at Wu Sangui, and smiled. “You’re beautiful, you know.”
She smiled. “I know,” she said. “But it’s good to hear it from the greatest warrior in China.”
As Wu Sangui reached for her, Chen Yenyuan remembered something she had once heard.
Her beauty, it had been said, was enough to destroy a kingdom. Could it be enough to build one?