The Empress of Bright Moon

The Empress of Bright Moon

by Weina Dai Randel

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"The author's talent for dramatic, well-timed dialogue, and portrayal of women's friendships and emotions-especially dislikes, jealousy, and fear - intensifies the reader's understanding of palace intrigue."—Booklist, STARRED Review

The time for taking hold of her destiny is now

At the moment of the Emperor's death, everything changes in the palace. Mei, his former concubine, is free, and Pheasant, the heir and Mei's lover, is proclaimed as the new Emperor, heralding a new era in China. But just when Mei believes she's closer to her dream, Pheasant's chief wife, Lady Wang, powerful and unpredictable, turns against Mei and takes unthinkable measures to stop her. The power struggle that ensues will determine Mei's fate—and that of China.

Surrounded by enemies within the palace that she calls home, Mei continues her journey to the throne in The Empress of Bright Moon, the second book in Weina Dai Randel's acclaimed duology. Only by fighting back against those who wish her harm will Mei be able to realize her destiny as the most powerful woman in China.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781492613596
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 04/05/2016
Series: The Empress of Bright Moon Duology
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 259,615
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Weina Dai Randel was born and raised in China. Her passion for history compels her to share classical Chinese literature, tales of Chinese dynasties, and stories of Chinese historical figures with American readers. She is an adjunct professor and is also a member of the Historical Novel Society.

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1

Would he die tonight?

The thought flickered in my mind as I dabbed at a brown stain on the Emperor's chin. He did not respond, not even to twitch his lips or blink. He lay there, his mouth open, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The right side of his face was a ruinous pool of skin, and his good left eye was opaque, like a marble that the light of candles failed to penetrate. Now and then, there seemed to be a spark in that eye, as though his old valor was struggling to come to life, to surface, to fight the fate that conquered him, but the light flashed like a fish in a murky pond. It was there, swimming, but it did not come up to the surface, not even for a breath of air.

He did not see me. He was gone, I could tell-a once-powerful whirlwind of wrath and will, now a bag of slackened skin, a shell of vaunting vanity.

I straightened, and an ache shot through my back. How long had I been kneeling at the bedside, watching him? I could not remember. All of us-the Talents, the Graces, and the Beauties, once the bedmates of the Emperor-had been his caretakers for the past ten months. Every day, we took turns feeding him, cleaning him-for he had long ago lost the ability to control his fluids-and carefully we watched him, listening to his every labored breath and every painful groan.

When the Emperor had announced Pheasant as the heir of the kingdom last year, he had been frail, and he had collapsed a few days later, shaken by the mysterious hand that had tormented him all these years. Writhing, gushing white foam from his mouth, he fell out of a stretcher on the way to his bedchamber and had not wakened since.

The water dropped in the water clock beside me. Nine. Where were they? They must hurry...

I rose, patting the side of my Cloudy Chignon, the elaborate hairstyle I had finally mastered. A few strands had fallen on my shoulders, and the loose knot that should have sat on top of my head had slumped sadly to my right ear. I wished I could make myself look more presentable, but we were not allowed to leave the chamber. The physicians had ordered me and the other Talents to stay with the Emperor at all times. I had not bathed for two months, looked at myself in the bronze mirror, or put on my white face cream. My hair, which had once been soft and fragrant, now felt heavy and lumpy on my neck, and the green robe I wore had turned brown, stained with splashes of herbal remedies.

The thought whispered to me again. I peered at him. What if he died tonight? What would happen to me and the other women who served him when he did die? I quickly smothered the thoughts. I should not think of those questions, for it was treason to ponder on the Emperor's mortality...

But all the titled women in the Inner Court must have wondered about their fate these months while he lay there unresponsive. After all, it was the unspoken law that we, as the Emperor's women, should never feel the warmth of another man's arms again after the Emperor's death. There must have been a plan for us. Yet no one openly talked about it, even though the ladies gathered together in the courtyard every morning, whispering, their eyes misty with tears.

I wished I could listen to the Duke and the Secretary, the two highest-ranking ministers, when they came to visit the Emperor. But they had many important matters to discuss and did not seem to pay attention to us. And Pheasant. He was busy too, and I had not yet had an opportunity to ask him about our fate.

But no matter what the plan was for us, I knew one thing was for sure: after the Emperor's death, Pheasant-my Pheasant-would be the ruler of the kingdom. He would look after me and my future.

And he had promised... The empress of bright moon, he said...

My heart warm with joy, I glanced at the doors. Pheasant and the Duke should have arrived by now. I wondered what the delay was.

A soft drizzle fell outside, light, persistent, carrying a pleasing rhythm that reminded me of the sound of baby silkworms devouring mulberry leaves. It was the fifth month of the year, a good time to have some rain. I yearned to go outside, feel the raindrops on my face, and smell the fresh air, for the bedchamber was veiled with the thick scent of incense, ginseng, musk, clove, dried python bile, and the unpleasant odor of death. I had been inside for so long, I supposed I smelled just like the chamber. I knew my fellow Talent, Daisy, did, as well as the others who yawned in the corner. Each time one of them passed me, I could name the herb in her hair.

Footsteps rose in the dark corridor, and red light from many lanterns poured through the doors. Finally, Pheasant and the Duke entered the chamber, their wet robes clinging to their chests. The physician, Sun Simiao, followed behind.

I retreated to the corner, giving them space, as they had asked each time they came, although I wished to stand right beside them and listen to what the physician had to report. When he examined the Emperor earlier, he had sighed heavily.

The men whispered in low voices, their eyes on the Emperor. The Duke sighed and sniffed, running a hand over his face. Pheasant, surprisingly, looked somber, although his eyes glittered.

"Crown Prince," the physician said, stepping aside to the screen, and Pheasant and the Duke followed him. "We have done the best we could. But I'm afraid I must tell you the dreadful news. The One Above All will not see the dawn's light."

My heart jerked. I tried to remain motionless.

"I understand." Pheasant's voice was soft and sad, and I stole a look at him. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight near the screen. His face was thinner, his jawline more refined than ever, and he had grown a beard.

I remembered how grief-stricken Pheasant had been when he learned the Emperor had become ill last year. For days, Pheasant had stood by the bedside, with us women scurrying from the physicians' herb chamber to the courtyard, carrying bowls of medicine. When we fed the Emperor, Pheasant, careless of his own life, would taste the liquid first, to ensure it had not been mixed with any pernicious ingredient by a vicious hand. When some of us fell down in fatigue after days without sleep, he would tell us to rest and watch the Emperor himself. He was a dutiful son, and I was not sure the Emperor deserved him.

"If there is anything you need, Crown Prince," the physician said, "we're here to serve you."

"You have my gratitude, Physician Sun." Pheasant nodded solemnly. His gaze swept over me. A swift look, but long enough to warm my heart. We had seen each other more often recently, as he came to visit his father almost every day. Sometimes, when the other Talents were not watching, he would brush my arm or hold my hand, and sometimes, when he went to use the privy chamber, I would follow him. There we would share some precious private moments, and it would be the highlight of my day. "Uncle?"

The Duke bowed slightly. "Nephew."

The old man looked his usual self, his face long and hard and his gaze arrogant. I wondered how the Duke managed to stay in good health. He was the Emperor's brother-in-law, and they were the same age, but while the Emperor was in the throes of death, the Duke still stood strong. For the past three years, he had been the Emperor's close assistant, taking direct orders from him, writing edicts for him when he lost control of his arm. Since the Emperor had become ill the year before, the Duke had acted on the Emperor's behalf, giving orders to the ministers. At the moment, he was the most powerful man in the kingdom.

"I must prepare for the inevitable," Pheasant said. "I would like you to arrange a meeting with the astrologers, Uncle, and report to me the auspicious dates for burial in the coming months. Also, summon the mausoleum's mural painters for me, as well as the craftsmen who will build the four divine animal statues for the burial. I would like to examine their works and make certain all matters regarding the funeral are taken care of."

His voice was loud and steady, full of command and authority. I was proud of Pheasant. During the past months, he had shown a strength that was unknown even to himself. He had learned the rituals of worshipping Heaven and Earth and the judicial and penal processes, and familiarized himself with the governments of the sixteen prefectures of the kingdom. He had gathered ministers together, charmed them, and even won the support of the General, the commander of the ninety-nine legions of the Gold Bird Guards, who safeguarded the palace.

"Of course, Nephew," the Duke said, looking hesitant, "yet I would advise you not to tell the women of this devastating news at the moment."

"Why?" Pheasant looked surprised.

The Duke coughed, and when he spoke again, his voice was so low I had to strain to hear. "For the women are most petty minded and troublesome... If they know their fate..."

"What fate?"

"Naturally, your father's women shall never be seen or touched by any other men, and he has ordered that those who have borne him children must dwell in the safe Yeting Court for the rest of their lives."

Pheasant frowned. "I see. But what about the women who have not borne a child?"

"They will be sent to the Buddhist monasteries around the kingdom, where they will pray for the Emperor's soul. This is for the best and a fine tradition that dynasties follow."

I froze. Buddhist monasteries? He was banishing us. He was demanding we become Buddhist nuns, the ones who severed their secular ties to the world, the ones who forsook joy and desire, the ones with only past and no future. If we were banished there, scattered to the remote corners of the kingdom, we would hear nothing but the sound of misery, feel nothing but sorrow, see nothing but death. Our lives would end.

A chill swept over my body. The Emperor's death would be my noose.

"Buddhist monasteries?" Pheasant sounded shocked. "You can't mean that."

"Yes, it is their duty. Our Emperor, praise him, who is most merciful, told me of this tradition some time ago. This order shall be effective once the unfortunate moment arrives."

"But there are so many women...hundreds. He wants all of them to spend the rest of their lives in monasteries, praying?"

I could feel Pheasant's eyes on me, and the Duke's too. I turned away and fumbled among a pile of clothes I had worked on earlier. I found Pheasant's coronation regalia, which I had embroidered during many nights while tending to the Emperor. I had put my heart and love into every stitch, imagining how splendid Pheasant would look when he sat on the throne. My hands trembling, I clutched the silk fabric tightly.

The Duke's voice rose. "In old times, these women would have been buried alive in the mausoleum."

Pheasant was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "I am glad that was in the ancient time only, and yet banishing them to the monasteries still seems to be a dated tradition. I shall not agree to that." His resolute voice calmed me. Of course Pheasant would not let such a terrible fate befall me.

"You must, Nephew," the Duke said sharply. "As the future Emperor of the kingdom, you have a duty to fulfill your father's wishes and continue carrying out the tradition."

I did not like the way the Duke spoke. He sounded so assertive, as though he were the Emperor himself. Perhaps he thought he was. He was used to the power he had acquired over the past years.

"Uncle." Pheasant sounded calm. "I believe, as the future Emperor of the kingdom, I am also entitled to make exceptions to the rules."

There was a sharp intake of breath from the Duke, as though he could not believe Pheasant's open defiance. "Nephew!"

This was not the first time Pheasant and the Duke had disagreed. Last night, I had heard them arguing about who should conduct the Emperor's burial rite when the moment came. The Duke insisted on Taoist priests, as he claimed the Emperor would have wished, while Pheasant favored Buddhist monks.

"I shall consent only if they express their wish to live in the monastery, Uncle. Otherwise, I would rather my father's women spend the rest of their lives with their families. They have lived away from them long enough," Pheasant said.

That would be marvelous. And merciful. The ladies would be overjoyed. Some must have been separated from their families for more than twenty years. As for me, however, I had no home. My father, a wealthy governor who had believed I would grow up to be a ruler and bring my family glory, had died protecting me. After his death, I had lost my family's enormous fortune, my ancestral house, and even my sisters. Now my mother, a cousin of a late empress, was destitute and homeless, a nun living in a dilapidated Buddhist monastery far away from the palace.

Would the Duke send me to the same monastery where Mother lived? That would never happen, I realized. The Duke wanted us to die in loneliness, not to rejoice in family reunion. He would certainly send us to monasteries far away from Chang'an if he had his way.

"Living with their families? And have them seen and touched by other base men? This is most unconventional and outrageous! Your father would not agree to this. None of the ministers will agree to this!"

"If you wish, Uncle, we shall discuss the matter with the Secretary." Secretary Fang, I knew, was on Pheasant's side, and he would defend him against the Duke. "Come. They are waiting outside." Pheasant waved and headed toward the bedchamber's door. The Duke followed reluctantly.

I put down the robe, went to the door, and peered out. In the dark corridor, a group of ministers waited. Rain showered their long robes, and their faces were painted red by the light of lanterns hung from the eaves. Secretary Fang was speaking with Sun Simiao. He straightened as Pheasant approached. When Pheasant spoke to him, he glanced at the bedchamber and nodded. The Duke threw up his hands.

Daisy came to me. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure," I said, hesitant to tell her too much. "The Duke wants to banish us to monasteries."

Daisy's eyes widened. "Why?"

A wave of voices burst forth as the other Talents gathered around me.

"We will have to become nuns?"

"Did our Crown Prince order that?"

They buried their faces in their hands and sobbed.

Oh, women. What else could we do but sob when our fate was in other people's hands? But I would not cry. Not ever. "Our Crown Prince will not banish us."

Pheasant was still talking to the Duke and the Secretary. The Duke gestured vehemently, shaking his head. Pheasant held up his hand and walked toward the entrance to the courtyard. The Duke looked frustrated. He opened his mouth again and turned toward the entrance, where a large figure loomed near the gate. The Duke froze.

Even though it was too dark for me to see the man's eyes and the purple birthmark on his face, the way he held his sword was unmistakable. The man near the gate was the General.

He had long ago been promoted to command the ninety-nine legions of the Gold Bird Guards and all the cavalry in the kingdom. He had been the Emperor's loyal servant, and after the Emperor's death, he would serve Pheasant.

Pheasant greeted the General. The Secretary followed after him, and together they walked to the end of the corridor, where they tipped their heads together and spoke quietly, sheets of rain falling on their shoulders.

The Duke stood stiffly, and the ministers around him left to join Pheasant and the Secretary as well. The Duke was alone, standing under the eaves, the lantern light casting a long shadow near his feet. For the first time since the Emperor had fallen ill, I could see that the powerful Duke, the Emperor's assistant for more than three years, was losing his influence.

It was for the best. Since the Emperor was about to die, the Duke had to go too. I had never liked him. He was cruel-like the Emperor, devious, and also a man lusting for power.

I liked Pheasant's merciful plan for his father's concubines. People would be overjoyed once it was announced. But what about me? I had no home to return to. Since I came to the palace at the age of thirteen, I had been living here for almost eleven years. The palace was my home now.

I went to the Emperor's bedside. He looked the same, his mouth open, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. A sound, half gurgle, half groan, rose from his throat, as though he was having trouble breathing, then ceased. Was he dead? My heart stopped. But then his chest rose again.

The Duke appeared on the other side of the bed. "Ungrateful son, ungrateful, ungrateful!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, his hawkish nose shining in the candlelight like a honed blade. There was something ferocious and calculated in his eyes. Something furtive and disturbing. He caught me watching him and gave me a cold stare. I lowered my head.

When I dared to look up again, he had disappeared.

A hot wave of unease rushed through me. The Duke must not be ignored. I had to warn Pheasant. He was not crowned yet, and he had to be cautious, for the death of his father could create a crack in the ladder of power, and if he did not watch it carefully, the crack could expand, the rungs could split, and the entire ladder could collapse.

Table of Contents

Contents

Front Cover,
Title Page,
Copyright,
AD 649: The Twenty-Third Year of Emperor Taizong's Reign of Peaceful Prospect — Late Spring,
AD 652: The Third Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Spring,
AD 652: The Third Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Late Winter,
AD 653: The Fourth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Spring,
AD 653: The Fourth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Summer,
AD 653: The Fourth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Autumn,
AD 653: The Fourth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Winter,
AD 654: The Fifth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Early Spring,
AD 654: The Fifth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Autumn,
AD 654: The Fifth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Winter,
AD 655: The Sixth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Early Spring,
AD 655: The Sixth Year of Emperor Gaozong's Reign of Eternal Glory — Autumn,
Epilogue,
Author's Note,
Reading Group Guide,
A Conversation with the Author,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Back Cover,

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The Empress of Bright Moon 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Mirella More than 1 year ago
It is important that I review these two books together as the full story of Empress Wu cannot be told without them being read one after the other. There is no other way to describe these two books, but to say they are sensational. Truly, I cannot stop raving about them. In Book 1, The Moon in the Palace, we are introduced to a young, intelligent young woman named Mei from humble beginnings who is swept into the emperor's court as a concubine. There she must weave her way through a a maze of treachery by other concubines who are equally struggling to claw their way to the top. There is danger, betrayal, enduring love, and plenty of intrigue and unusual circumstances around every corner, on every page. Book 1 hooked me with a powerful grip at the start and kept me engrossed until the fabulous ending. The best part is that I was thrilled that the story continued in Book 2, The Empress of Bright Moon. Beautifully described surroundings, fashions, and every day items add to the enchantment, bringing to vibrant life the Chinese court of the Tang Dynasty. These two books have become some of my very favourite books, along with the author. I will be eagerly awaiting future releases. These are definitely 5 star reads! Thank you to the author and publisher. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Thank you for visiting my blog, http://greathistoricals.blogspot.ca, where the greatest historical fiction is reviewed! For fascinating women of history bios and women's fiction please visit http://www.historyandwomen.com.