Chapter 12: A Golden Chamber Concealing a Beauty
The silk curtain rustled softly as Su Yao lifted her eyes to see a beauty dressed in a bright yellow phoenix robe seated gracefully on a rosewood carved chair, delicately playing with a golden hairpin. The phoenix on the hairpin held an eastern pearl, identical to the one hidden in Lu Huaijin’s study secret compartment.
“Your humble servant pays respects to the Empress Dowager,” Su Yao forced herself to rise and bow, but before her knees could touch the ground, two maids caught her.
The Empress Dowager laughed lightly. “I heard that the Grand Chancellor keeps a beauty hidden in a golden chamber. I thought it would be some celestial figure, but it turns out...” Her voice faltered as her eyes scrutinized Su Yao like a sharp blade.
Suddenly, the Empress Dowager rose, her gilded armor lightly lifting Su Yao’s chin, compelling her to meet her gaze. In that instant, the Empress Dowager’s eyes were filled with complex emotions: astonishment, jealousy, and a concealed hostility.
“You do resemble someone from the past,” the Empress Dowager said slowly, her words striking Su Yao’s heart like a hammer.
Su Yao’s pupils contracted sharply, a chill rushing from her feet to her head. She lowered her gaze, unwilling to meet the ruler’s eyes, yet she could vividly feel the Empress Dowager’s measured appraisal, filling her with dread.
The nightmare of the day her family was raided three years ago replayed in her mind: her mother dragged out by fierce soldiers, a brutish soldier gripping her mother’s chin, leering freely, the despair in her mother’s eyes forever etched in Su Yao’s heart.
Now, the Empress Dowager’s gaze bore the same familiar scrutiny. Suddenly, Su Yao understood where the recognition in her eyes came from.
Her hands instinctively clenched the hem of her dress. She knew that as the daughter of a disgraced minister, she should have been confined to the brothel forever, hidden from daylight. It was only through Lu Huaijin’s intervention that she had been brought out.
But if the Empress Dowager recognized her true identity, not only would she be doomed beyond redemption, but Lu Huaijin would also be implicated.
Her heartbeat quickened wildly, each thump threatening to break free from her chest. She did not know what the Empress Dowager would say or do next; the unknown fear nearly suffocated her.
Fortunately, the Empress Dowager withdrew her hand, leaving a red mark from the armor on Su Yao’s neck.
“Everyone knows the Grand Chancellor is a man of virtue. Tell me, has he truly been bewitched by your face?”
Su Yao lowered her eyes, biting her lip hard.
“Your Highness sees clearly. I am but one of Lord Lu’s sparrows; how dare I compete with the phoenix’s radiance?”
The Empress Dowager paused, then sneered, “Such a sharp tongue.”
She turned, her phoenix robe fluttering. “Chang Nanny, I am weary. Take her to the side hall and keep watch. Since Lord Lu likes to keep sparrows, I will ‘look after’ her for him.”
As dusk deepened, candles flickered to life in the side hall, casting Su Yao’s kneeling figure in a more fragile light.
Her knees had long lost feeling, the cold stone floor seeping into her bones.
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The silk curtain rustled again as the Empress Dowager approached in soft-soled shoes embroidered with golden phoenixes.
This time she wore a pale moon-white robe, her hair adorned with a single pearl hairpin. Though she was the same age as Lu Huaijin, she looked like a young lady of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Yet the sharpness in her eyes could not be concealed.
“So, what is your name?” the Empress Dowager asked, towering over Su Yao.
“Your Highness, I am called Su Yao,” she replied.
“Su Yao?” The Empress Dowager frowned, her gilded armor lightly tapping the armrest. “That is a pleasant name.”
Su Yao lowered her gaze silently, silently praying that the Empress Dowager, secluded for years in the deep palace, would not remember the name of a disgraced minister’s daughter.
“How do you know the Grand Chancellor?”
Su Yao’s fingers trembled slightly.
How was she to answer?
Should she say she was a plaything Lu Huaijin had taken from the brothel?
Or that he was her savior?
Either answer would doom her utterly.
Seeing her silence, the Empress Dowager’s eyes flashed with sharpness.
She suddenly removed the pearl hairpin from her hair, twirling it in her hand. “This was brought back by the Grand Chancellor from the South Seas for my birthday. They say the pearl diver went a hundred fathoms deep to find such quality. Do you find it beautiful?”
The hairpin fell, scattering 108 small pearls across the floor, glowing softly in the candlelight.
“Oh dear, this was my favorite hairpin. You’re too careless, girl!” The Empress Dowager feigned surprise.
“Pick them up for me. All 108 pearls, not one less.”
Su Yao looked at the scattered pearls. They were tiny, like grains of rice, and gathering them all would be no easy task.
“What, unwilling?” The Empress Dowager laughed lightly. “Or do you think that with the Grand Chancellor backing you, you can afford to ignore me?”
“I am willing,” Su Yao said.
“Raise your head,” the Empress Dowager suddenly commanded.
Obediently, Su Yao lifted her gaze. The candlelight cast her pale face into stark relief, her delicate features like a painted portrait.
The Empress Dowager stared at that face, growing more familiar by the moment, suddenly recalling something—the painting in Lu Huaijin’s study many years ago, the figure in it bore the unmistakable trace of this girl.
“You...” the Empress Dowager began, but was interrupted by the shrill voice of a eunuch outside.
“Lord Lu requests an audience—!”
The candle flames flickered, elongating Su Yao’s shadow. The chill from the stone floor seeped into her bones as she knelt in the wavering shadows, blood seeping from her fingertips as she stubbornly sought each pearl.
The fish-egg-sized pearls slipped three times before she finally grasped one, stained with blood.
Her skirt hem was torn from crawling, revealing bruised, swollen knees.
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