My Fair Concubine. Jeannie Lin

area. ‘Lord Li.’

      Self-consciously, she executed a bow, keeping her hands folded demurely within the drape of her sleeves.

      He smiled when he saw her. Setting his wine down, he lifted himself to his feet and came towards her with a powerful, yet graceful stride. He was deceptively tall in stature, his build lean and wiry. He circled her, head tilted as if to get a better look. His grin widened to reveal the indent of a dimple against his cheek.

      ‘Not bad, Fei Long.’ His voice held a hum of approval.

      ‘My lord?’

      He reached to tuck two fingers beneath her chin and she swatted at his hand. He chuckled.

      ‘Who are you anyway?’ she demanded.

      He straightened and pulled back his shoulders dramatically. ‘My good friend has asked for help. Li Bai Shen is here to honour that bond of friendship.’

      He spoke his name with authority as if anyone would know it. She wrinkled her nose at him.

      He tapped his chest twice. ‘Bai Shen is one of the premier actors of the Nine Dragon theatre troupe and that, dear miss, is not a pretty face you’re making. I can see why Fei Long needs my help.’

      ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘You have two months to become a well-born, well-mannered lady, correct?’

      ‘Yes.’

      Bai Shen made a sweeping gesture with his hand. ‘I am here to ensure your success.’

      ‘You?’

      ‘No other. I played the Princess Pingyang at the Spring Festival before the Emperor himself.’

      This was who Fei Long had enlisted to teach her how to be a woman? She knew that men played all of the female roles at the opera, but Bai Shen didn’t seem at all womanly.

      ‘This is a joke,’ she scoffed.

      ‘Have you ever known Chang Fei Long to joke?’

      She couldn’t argue with that.

      Bai Shen leaned in close, a fellow conspirator. ‘To be truthful, it is quite complicated being a woman.’

      ‘It is!’ she agreed wholeheartedly.

      ‘There are a thousand looks. A hundred gestures. I’ve studied them all.’ He circled his hand with a flourish. ‘The secret is to create the illusion. You don’t need it all. Emphasise certain characteristics and the audience will believe.’

      He touched his fingers to his cheek in an affected feminine gesture, and she laughed aloud, irresistibly charmed. Bai Shen regarded her with warm approval. He certainly enjoyed having a receptive audience.

      ‘And don’t forget you have one grand advantage,’ he said.

      ‘What is that?’

      He shrugged. ‘You actually are a woman.’

      Minister Cao Wei’s offices were among the most ostentatious in the Administrative City. The government bureaucracy was a city unto itself that had grown around the bones of the former imperial palace. Each ministry was housed in a great assembly hall and surrounded by a constellation of bureaus, offices and courts. Located in the northernmost sector nearest to the palace, the Ministry of Personnel was one of the most influential branches within the imperial government. Fei Long and Old Man Liang were met at the door by a retainer who ushered them into the minister’s meeting room.

      The chamber was lavishly furnished. A round table stood at the centre of the room upon a woven rug. An ivory carving depicting the dragon-boat races spanned an entire wall. The minister entered through a beaded curtain. He wore the ceremonial headdress of state and his robe was forest green in colour and embroidered with a phoenix pattern at the front. It billowed around an expanding middle. Minister Cao had grown wider since Fei Long had seen him last.

      ‘Fei Long, welcome!’

      Another man also wearing the robe and cap of state entered behind the minister. Fei Long didn’t recognise him, but Old Liang murmured a warning to him as they bowed to the two officials.

      Careful.

      ‘Inspector Tong and I must both offer our deepest condolences for your father.’

      ‘Thank you, Minister Cao. Inspector Tong.’ Fei Long bowed again, acknowledging both of them in turn. He took a quick assessment of the second official as he lowered his head.

      Tong was younger than Cao. His beard was trimmed to a sharp point and his eyes remained fixed on Fei Long as if targeting a pigeon during a hunt. Fei Long didn’t recognise the insignia on his robe, but it was clear he held some authority even in the presence of a senior minister.

      Cao gestured toward the round table in welcome. ‘The last time I drank with your father, we enjoyed a flask of Guilin spirits together. Shall we have some in his honour?’

      ‘Just tea is fine, my lord.’

      Cao looked somewhat glum at his response, but Tong snorted. ‘Not quite his father’s son, then.’

      The senior minister called for tea and the three of them sat, while Liang remained standing off to the side.

      ‘I was just telling Minister Tong what a tragedy it is to lose Chang like that.’

      ‘Who else would tell outrageous stories during all those serious meetings? One might mistakenly think there was work to be done if it weren’t for Minister Chang,’ Tong replied with an acid tongue.

      Cao laughed heartily, either ignoring the slight or missing it completely. ‘Yes! There really was no one else like Old Chang.’

      The tea was poured while Cao continued to recount favourable stories of his father. For each one, Tong managed to add the slightest of cuts. Fei Long’s grip tightened on his cup. It was ill-mannered to malign the deceased, but it was also ill-mannered to show his anger before his host.

      Cao Wei served in the highest government circles where his father had held a much more humble assignment within the Ministry of Works in the department of agriculture. Still, it was a position to be proud of and highly coveted. Cao seemed to have taken a liking to his father when he was still a student and had helped him secure the head position after the civil exams. The minister had become a benefactor to their family through the years.

      Though Fei Long trusted Minister Cao, he was certain it was no accident that Tong happened to also be at this meeting. They were nearly through the first pour when Cao focused in on more serious matters.

      ‘I was thinking about how your father’s position within the Ministry of Works is still open. You were a candidate for the civil exams at one time, if I recall. I can put in a good word for you, my son.’

      Tong’s face twitched at the suggestion, but he covered it by taking a sip of his tea.

      ‘The minister is too generous,’ Fei Long replied. ‘I’m afraid this unworthy servant is not qualified.’

      ‘Nonsense.’ Tong set down his cup and the lid rattled from the impact. ‘Your father’s name is enough. What need is there for qualification?’

      Cao erupted again in laughter. ‘Inspector Tong, you are always playing like that. Young Fei Long is more than qualified. Why, he passed the military exams with excellent marks. You should see him with a bow and arrow. I’m sure we can get a dispensation on the civil exams.’

      The thought of serving in the administrative court made Fei Long’s chest constrict. He didn’t have the wile or charm for it. If he dared to accept, he’d be exposed as a fraud.

      ‘Minister Cao, I must confess I have no talent for politics. It pains me to refuse such generosity, but my duty is with the imperial army.’

      ‘Worthy! Very worthy. See?’ Cao rapped his knuckles against the table. ‘I told you the son was a man of honour, serving the