What happened?
Everything transpired too quickly. As Wuya Qingdai raised her head, joy still apparent on her face, two small eunuchs had already rushed to her side and pushed her down on the floor. Then the head eunuch personally reached for her right foot, lifting it and removing the shoe. He presented the sole toward his masters.
A glance, and Emperor Hongli sneered. âSo youâve had a lotus carved into the sole.â
Noble Consort Hui beckoned for the head eunuch to come near. Upon closer inspection, she smiled. âThe sole is also packed with fine powder. No wonder it leaves a mark. How thoughtful!â
Despite her still occurring laughter, Emperor Hongliâs face was devoid of even a smile. He shouted, âSomeone take her away!â
Still restrained by the eunuchs, Wuya Qingdai managed to quickly position herself into a kneel. Before long she crawled toward the emperor and empressâ seating area, dragging the two eunuchs with her, her face glistening with pearly tears. âYour Majesty, Your Majesty! This officialâs daughter is just imitating the âlotus upon every stepâ to pass the selection. Your Majesty, please have mercy! Your Majesty, please have mercy!â She turned to Noble Consort Hui. âYour Majesty please save this officialâs daughter!â Then she whipped around to face the empress and cried, âYour Majesty! Your Majesty! Please save this officialâs daughter!â
Emperor Hongli and Noble Consort Hui remained expressionless. However, Empress Fucha sighed, and moved to face to the emperor. âYour Majesty, this elegant lady only wanted a head start in the selection. If you dislike that, just hand her a flower. What kind of future would she face if she were to be forcibly expelled from the palace?â
âThatâs right, Your Majesty!â Wuya Qingdai broke free from the two eunuchs holding her back. Rushed to the feet of the emperor. âIf an officialâs daughter is sent back home in this way, it will bring shame upon her whole family! Her future would be finished! Begging Your Majesty, begging Your Majesty, please spare this officialâs daughter!â
She brought her body low to the ground, forehead knocking into the carpet. The world was full of parallels. Currently, her posture and body position resembled Jixiangâs in the Imperial Garden. And like how she had refused to let Jixiang off, the emperor also did not care to spare her.
âIn the past We had given the order that daughters of Han Bannermen were forbidden from binding their feet¹. Yet in todayâs imperial selection, there were many girls with bound feet!â Each word from Emperor Hongli was ice cold. âAnd not only had the girls from Han Bannermen families² indulged in such decadence, even the Manchu Wuya family adopted this practice. Pan Yunu³ was a wanton seductress of a consort. Xiao Baojuanâ´Â was an incompetent and muddle-headed emperor. For you to imitate Pan Yunu, are you deliberately trying to disturb the imperial court? Allowing such girls into the harem will undoubtedly provoke trouble. Not only will We expel her from the palace, but her father will also be punished as a warning to others!â
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âNo, no!â Wuya Qingdai still wanted to plead, but strong arms clamped on her own like steel forceps, dragging her away to the exit.
âNo, Your Majesty! No! This officialâs daughter was wrong! This officialâs daughter was really wrong!â At this moment, Wuya Qingdai was like a cow or a horse about to be sent to the slaughterhouse, struggling desperately and crying. âThatâs right, it was that cheap slave! It was that cheap slave that harmed this officialâs daughter! It wasnât me. The idea to put powder in the sole wasnât mine⦠Mmph!â
Afraid that she was making a ruckus and disturbing his masters, an eunuch nearby spread his hand like a fan and covered her mouth. Ended her last opportunity to plead.
âMmph, mmphâ¦â
The whimpering gradually faded. Left behind was a trail of lotus prints on the carpet, proof that the girl named Wuya Qingdai had once been there.
âClear the floor.â Emperor Hongli said, eyeing the lotus prints. âIt makes people uncomfortable just looking at it.â
âYes!â Several palace maids rushed off to fetch brooms.
And the last trace of Wuya Qindai disappeared.
The doors to Yanhui Loft slammed open. Two eunuchs came out dragging a disheveled woman.
âOh my, isnât that⦠Doesnât that look like older sister Wuya?
In the Imperial Garden waited the group of elegant ladies, listening for their names to be called for the selection. The first candidates that had walked through the doors walked out soon after carrying a flower. But Wuya Qingdai had stayed in the loft for a long time. In their hearts they were jealous of her good fortune, discussing secretly among themselves. They were worried that she had been chosen by the emperor.
âHow can such a crazy person by older sister Wuya?â someone retorted.
âBut sheâs clearly wearing the same clothes as herâ¦â Someone else said, hitting the nail right on the head and also enjoying itâµÂ .
Sure enough, the disheveled woman was dressed in the same outfit and adorned with the same jewelry as Wuya Qingdai. If thereâs anything of note different from their previous image of her, it probably was her feet. The pair of three-inch-long feet dragged on the ground as her body was pulled away. The beautiful lotus-carved shoes were nowhere in sight.
âIt hurts, it really hurtsâ¦â cried the disheveled woman, and from her voice it was easy to confirm her identity: Wuya Qingdai. âMy feetâ¦â
Without the shoes, the injuries on her feet and the snow-white skin of her lower legs were visible. Unlike before, there were no lotus prints following behind her. Instead there were two trails of blood smeared on the stone tiles. Like two blood-red, twisting snakes.
âYou cheap slave, youâve harmed me!â Wuya Qinddai suddenly shrieked. âI definitely wonât let you off!â
Such a scene frightened the elegant ladies into silence, one that stretched on for a while.
Especially afraid was the timid Lu Wanwan, whole body leaning against Nalan Chunxue. She grasped the sleeves of the other elegant lady, voice trembling. âHow frightening. What did she do wrong that the emperor had to punish her like this?â
Nalan Chunxue stared at the crimson marks smeared on the ground. After a moment of thought, she ventured a guess. âMaybe the emperor didnât like her shoes.â
âWhy not?â Hand covering her lips, Lu Wanwan asked, bewildered. âThe âlotus upon every stepâ is so interesting and charming. How could the emperor dislike it?â
âYou and Iâve just entered the palace. How could we know the emperorâs tastes?â Nalan Chunxue kept her voice to a whisper. âWhat about that palace maid, though?â
âYou mean the pretty one from before?â Lu Wanwan must have had a good impression of the maid to say such a thing involuntarily. âTheyâre palace maids that just entered the palace like us. She couldnât have known something that we didnât.â
âYouâre right.â Nalan Chunxue also felt that was impossible. The more likely scenario was that Wuya Qingdai was unlucky, and the shoes she wore inspired the emperorâs detest.
But what if the little palace maid had actually been privy to that knowledge?
âIf she really did know somethingâ¦â Nalan Chunxue thought to herself, âthen rather than place her shoe in the palm of that palace maidâs hands, Wuya Qingdai had placed her life! Completely at that maidâs mercy!â
Such a thought caused Nalan Chunxueâs blood to freeze. She couldnât help but mutter, âNow that itâs mentioned, that little palace maid⦠What was her name again?â
âYingluo.â
Wei Yingluo paused in her needlework, turning her head to face Jixiang. âWhat is it?â
Jixiang looked like she wanted to say something. Before that could happen, however, the door to the embroidery workshop swung open. In walked an eunuch dressed in all green. Jixiang quickly ducked her head and continued her embroidery.
âGeneral Manager Wu,â greeted Grannyâ¶Â Zhang, who was responsible for overseeing the new palace maids in their embroidery.
Wu Shulai waved his hand to decline her gift. âIâm here to take a look at this yearâs new palace maids.â
Granny Zhang took her place behind General Manager Wu, and the two passed by and inspected the palace maids one by one.
All of a sudden, Wu Shulai coughed.
Although the cough was soft, several palace maids jerked their needles. Despite recovering quickly, the palace maids moved their needles faster and more nimbly than before. As if they wanted to show Wu Shulai a good impression of a flying needleâ·.
The only person who kept calm in her embroidery, neither going too fast nor too slow, was Wei Yingluo.
âThereâs always a veteran in the bunch,â said Wu Shulai, peering over Wei Yingluoâs shoulder to observe her work. After nodding in satisfaction, he made his way to Jixiang.
ââ¦And then there are some that still need practice.â
Jixiangâs cheeks glowed pink. The weather couldnât be considered warm, but the sweat on her temple was no illusion. She gritted her teeth, hands moving faster into a blur. As a result, she pricked her finger. A soft grunt escaped her lips despite the low intensity of the pain. She brought that finger into her mouth for a suck.
Behind her, Wu Shulai shook his head. Then he left her side to inspect the next palace maid.
Once he was gone, Jixiang stopped embroidering. Dropped her head.
ââ¦Whatâs wrong?â Wei Yingluoâs hand stopped, and she faced Jixiang, brow furrowing and apprehensive.
Wei Yingluo watched the other palace maidâs hand as Jixiang pulled a stitch tightly, the tension more than usual. Her embroidery was only half-finished and the quality left much to be desired. But Wei Yingluo could not blame her. Her right hand had been stepped on and crushed by Wuya Qingdai. Although she received medical attention after, her hand still came out bruised and swollen. Not to mention, she couldnât request a break. Jixiang could only bite her teeth and endure.
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Currently, her white bandage had stained red. Whether Jixiang had accidentally pricked her finger again or if her bandage had leaked, a drop of blood fell onto the embroidery.
In any case, the embroidery was ruined.
âW-what should I doâ¦â Jixiang broke into a sob, quickly wiping the red spot in hopes that it would come off.
âJixiang, stopâ¦â But Wei Yingluo had spoken too late.
The piece of embroidery originally had a small and inconspicuous speck of blood marring its image. Since Jixiang had rubbed at it so much, the red spread all over. To cover it up now would prove difficult.
There were still two other people embroidering nearby. One was Jinxiu. The other was Linglong, who had grown up in the same village as Jixiang. Jinxiu saw Jixiangâs predicament. From her lips spilled unnecessary and rude words. âIn order to be a palace maid, one must be intelligent and nimble. A fool like you will be kicked out of the palace sooner or later. No need to waste your effort!â
Linglong, sympathetic towards the Jixiang whom she had shared the same village, showed her sympathy on her face. âWhat a shame.â
âLinglong!â Jixiang called out, her eyes red, sobbing like a child. âWe grew up together. Help me think of a solution, wonât you?â
Although they were companions from the same village, in the face of troubling times, Linglong would rather not have such a companion. âWhat do you want from me? I havenât finished my embroidery either!â
In the embroidery workshop was a sandalwood table. On top sat a copper incense burner, images of beasts carved into the sides. Jixiang couldnât help but turn her head to look at it. Standing straight from the top was a stick of incense that had already burned through one halfâ¸, and the mouth of the incense burner was filled with ash. The time for the test was almost up.
A copper incense burner with beasts carved into it.
âWhat can I doâ¦â Once again she could not keep the tears from falling. As they fell, she felt the weight in her hands lighten. She whipped her head around. Caught the sight of Wei Yingluo holding her embroidery. Then Wei Yingluo handed Jixiang her own work.
Jixiangâs face was the picture of shock. âYouâ¦â
âDry your eyes.â After Wei Yingluo switched their embroideries, she worked on the one now in her hands, her head never lifting from the embroidery to divert her focus. âDonât let Granny Zhang see them.â
Her actions were quick. Those who saw Wei Yingluo switch the embroideries were few. Jixiang, Jinxiu, and Linglong shared a look. Then Linglong quietly said, âAre you crazy? The test is to embroider a golden koi and sheâs stained it with blood! No matter how hard you try you wonât be able to save it. Weâve only got half a stick of incense left. Itâs too late to start over!â
Wei Yingluo squinted, meticulously studying the embroidery for a moment, then started to thread a needle. She smiled at the flustered Jixiang. âThis peony is only lacking two stitches. Help me finish it.â
âYingluo, are you thinking clearly?â Linglong couldnât help but ask.
Not waiting for Wei Yingluo to respond, Jinxiu sneered, âWhy are you wasting your time to care about her?â
After staring dazedly at the embroidery in her hands, Jixiang suddenly handed it back to Wei Yingluo, head shaking. âTake it back, take it back! I donât want to drag you into this. Hurry and give me back my embroidery!â
But Wei Yingluo lightly waved her right hand and blocked what Jixiang tried to push her way. Then she shot a sideways glance toward the approaching Granny Zhang.
From the look in Wei Yingluoâs eyes and the direction from which she had glanced, Jixiang could guess that Granny Zhang was coming over. She no longer tried to speak. Instead, she pretended to stitch the nearly-completed piece of embroidery.
As she took a closer look at what was in her hands, she went into a slight daze once more.
The embroidery had only a couple stitches missing. A life-like peony, its beauty unparalleled.