Mistress Of The Jade Ambrosia

It was a sultry night, and Yang glanced over her shoulder as she hastened towards the home of Shihuangdi. It was not uncommon for a mistress of the Emperor Hsüan-Tsung to visit the elderly pharmacist, but their complaints were usually gynecological in nature. Yang's malady was somewhat more embarrassing than a tear in the walls of her labia from the Emperor's insistent probing or her monthly blood refusing to flow. The treatment of her malady required... discretion.

Yang tapped lightly on the door, wondering if the pharmacist was even home. A curt and impatient call of greeting answered her question. Opening the door, Yang stepped inside and closed it behind her. She had required Shihuangdi's services only twice before, but had never seen him at his house. She breathed in sharply. The interior of the home was nothing less than a laboratory. Bunches of drying leaves hung from the mahogany rafters, exuding a pungent miasma of aromas. Phials filled with unpleasant-looking brews lined every shelf of furniture and the pharmacist himself worked at a crowded desk, adding more to the clutter.

Upon seeing a mistress of the Emperor Hsüan-Tsung, Shihuangdi remembered his manners. "Yang Guifei, you have not visited me in months. What brings you tonight?"

Yang knew the pharmacist would only ask of her ailment, treat it and return to his work. It was unwise to associate with a mistress of the Emperor any more than necessary. Appreciating that Shihuangdi would probably want her visit over and done with as quickly as possible, Yang removed several parchments from a padded chair and sat opposite him. "Can you keep a secret?" she asked.

"I can keep a secret from anyone but the Emperor," Shihuangdi replied succinctly. "Tell me of your problem... I shall not repeat it."

Yang frowned. How could she put it? "Shihuangdi, you know I eat a lot."

"Of course. The Emperor likes his women large, so it is good that you do."

"... And the Emperor hosts many feasts."

"I know. He is kind enough to invite me to some of them."

"Afterwards, when we are making love, I... break wind." Yang stared at the floor. She wanted to cry. It was a shameful thing to admit, but she already fallen out of Hsüan-Tsung's good grace and needed to do something before the problem grew worse.

Shihuangdi placed a finger on his lip, clearly deliberating on a solution. It hardly mattered that Shihuangdi didn't notice her sorrow. Shihuangdi was a man wed to his work, and diverting his mind away from his passion for medicine was unthinkable. "I think I may have a remedy," the pharmacist told her. He walked to a nearby cupboard and took down a phial of green liquid, passing it across to Yang. "This comes courtesy of Charles Martel and the Franks. They use it there to stop flatulence in dogs. The palace has used the brew with its own hounds to great effect."

Indignant, Yang rose to her feet. "How dare you compare me to a dog! I will see you strangled for your impertinence, old man."

Shihuangdi shrugged, seemingly unperturbed. "It is the best I can do."

Yang sat back down again. Having Shihuangdi strangled would only exacerbate her problem. The old pharmacist intended her no harm and it was important they remain on good terms. It pained her, but Yang asked, "What is it called?"

"The Franks call it '

assince

'. Its main ingredient is a bitter herb grown in Europe known as wormwood. It is very expensive."

"And you give it to dogs?"

"The Emperor is a demanding man, although I am happy to serve him. If he asks that the palace hounds no longer fart in his presence, I will do my utmost to obey."

Yang tasted the word: "

Assince

..." The Europeans were backwards and barbaric, but perhaps they served a purpose: a higher deity had inhabited the world with Europeans so they might cure flatulence. Yang smiled. It was a pleasant thought, and one that satisfied her. "I will try your

assince

," Yang told the pharmacist. "And I hope for your sake that it works."

Yang occupied wealthy living quarters in the palace, but they were less than a peasant's hovel when balanced against the chambers of the Emperor Hsüan-Tsung. Yang gazed at herself in the mirror, the rose coloration of her nipples pressing against the sheer material of her gown. She had instructed the seamstress to slice a portion of the gown so that the Emperor might see her gut as soon as she entered his presence.

Fastidiously, Yang adjusted the pearl necklace she wore. The Emperor had summoned her and this would be the first time she tested the effectiveness of the potion Shihuangdi had given her.

Assince

. The name sounded foreign and it was very expensive, according to Shihuangdi, but the real measure of its worth was whether it worked.

Running her fingers through her dark hair, Yang left her chamber and entered the palace halls. Marble busts of lion adorned either side of this particular hall, and a maroon carpet of exquisite weave stretched its length. Hsüan-Tsung had ordered the execution of the weavers when they didn't complete the carpet on time; their replacements didn't make the same mistake.

The two eunuchs guarding the entrance to the Emperor's chambers bowed low to Yang as she passed. Yang didn't even bother to grace them with a nod. She was one of the most influential figures in the Emperor's court and her beauty was a powerful weapon, even against eunuchs. The less she associated with commoners and the rank and file, the more likely they would be to treat her as a goddess.

Unfortunately, her charms didn't work with Hsüan-Tsung. He appreciated her beauty – and he usually told her so as they were making love, in words that would make a courtesan blush – but he tolerated nothing less than unquestioning obedience. Her inner thighs grew moist as she walked through the Emperor's quarters. She was in the bed of the most powerful man in the world.

Yang entered Hsüan-Tsung's personal reception chamber. The Emperor himself lolled on a great divan, picking a selection of rare fruits from a bowl in front of him. His head snapped up when Yang entered, but he relaxed when he saw who it was. Burping, the Emperor pulled his ample frame to his feet and approached his mistress. "Yang Guifei, I have not seen you for some time."

Forbidden to look into Hsüan-Tsung's eyes, Yang stared at the tiled floor. "I do as my Emperor pleases."

Hsüan-Tsung walked around her. "I did so enjoy your sister," he said, "and I thank you for introducing her to the harem."

"This one is pleased to have served the Emperor."

"I would have invited you to listen to my orchestra two nights ago, but you have a bothersome habit that is not... conducive or appropriate when one is listening to sounds meant to purify the soul. Would you agree?" Hsüan-Tsung touched and ran his chubby fingers through Yang's hair.

"I agree with all the Emperor says."

"That is good, but it matters little." Hsüan-Tsung stepped in behind his mistress, his body pressed close to hers. "I am wrong. It matters nothing for one so beautiful as you. Qu Yuan could not have done your beauty justice, even if he were alive today and had labored on a poem about you since the day of his birth. Your body makes me want to tear off your clothes and mount you."

"You may, if you wish."

Hsüan-Tsung considered the offer. "No, I don't think so. But I would like to thank you for not farting in my presence within the first five minutes of our conversation. How did you do it?"

Yang remained discreet. "I did it for you, using the power of my will."

Hsüan-Tsung smiled as if he were pleasantly surprised. "Consider yourself restored to my favour." He thought for a moment. "You know, that turns me on. I think I'll mount you now, after all."

Yang sat at her cherry wood vanity. With the greatest of concentration, she unstoppered the phial Shihuangdi had given her and poured the

assince

into a small porcelain cup. It was only natural that a potion the colour of jade possess healing properties. Wasn't Yu Di, first among the gods, called the Jade Emperor?

Bringing the cup to her lips, Yang felt the familiar tingle as the liquid touched her tongue. She closed her eyes. The

assince

was bitter and – in Yang's opinion – almost indigestible, but she had discovered it did more than stop her breaking wind in the Emperor's presence. It relaxed her... and when she drank enough, she would sometimes fall into a dreamy balm from which no one could rouse her.

None of that mattered. She imbibed the

assince

to prevent her farting while she was with the Emperor. The Franks had concocted the mixture to stop flatulence in

dogs

. Yang wrinkled her nose in distaste. She was taking a barbaric medicine, brewed for a barbaric purpose, in the most powerful court in the world. She didn't know how the Emperor would react if he discovered exactly what she was taking to cure her flatulence, and she didn't want to find out. It was enough that the Emperor had restored her to his favour.

"You're looking buxom tonight."

Yang froze. The figure of Hsüan-Tsung stood in the mirror, a curious look on his face. The Emperor was notorious for his rowdy entries and the fact that he had entered the room so quietly worried Yang. She remained motionless for a moment. The phial of

assince

was still in her hand. Eventually she said, "The Emperor is as stealthy as his finest assassin."

Hsüan-Tsung adjusted his silk robe. "Thank you. I do try to be good at everything I do." He spied the

assince

. "My, what is that stuff?"

"

Assince

. I use it as perfume." The Emperor may have ordered Shihuangdi to stop the dogs farting in his presence, but he would not have asked the old pharmacist how he had done it.

Hsüan-Tsung snatched the phial away from her and held it to his nose. "It smells good enough to drink."

"No!" Yang's voice came out a little too urgent. She regained her composure. "It might be toxic if you ingest it."

"You rub it all over your skin so I hardly see how drinking it would be any different." Hsüan-Tsung inspected his fingernails. "Anyway, you're speaking to a man who has survived six assassination attempts, four of which involved poison. I think I'd be developing a natural immunity to poison by now." Without bothering with further justification, he poured a nip of the liquid down his throat. His eyes bulged, he coughed and he stared at Yang with astonished surprise. "Yu Di, that's potent." He drank some more of the

assince

, this time rolling it around his mouth. "But you know what? I love it. Where did you get it from?"

"A merchant from the west, my Emperor. He told me he was from Europe."

"I hardly believe a savage could mix something like this. Do you have any more of the brew?"

"I could find some, if it please my Emperor."

"It would please me greatly." The Emperor smiled at his mistress. "The...

assince

has a marvelously bitter taste, although I would suggest you do not lie to me again. I watched personally as you drank from the phial. I clothe you in the finest silk, but take care that I do not order a silk rope tied about your neck. I would hate for my favourite mistress to die because of her deceitful tongue."

For the first time in her many liaisons with the Emperor, Yang had no answer. She did the only thing she could – remained silent.

Hsüan-Tsung's good mood returned. "I never envisioned you as a hard drinker. It seems even the Emperor is sometimes wrong." The Emperor drank more of the

assince

. "Yes, I quite enjoy this – and I think I'll make it the new court drink. Taverns across the Empire will search for

assince

, simply because

I

made it popular." Hsüan-Tsung inspected his fingernails. "Yu Di, I am powerful."

"You are the most powerful man in the world," Yang told him.

Casually, Hsüan-Tsung stepped forward and slapped Yang across the face. "I don't think I am a man anymore, my dear concubine... The term 'demi-god' is probably more apt."

Yang lowered her face. "This one apologises for her mistake."

"And so you should." Still smiling and with his hands behind his back, the Emperor walked from Yang's chambers. "I will see you at court. Ta!"

Yang carried four phials of

assince

upon a platter of gold. Just as the Emperor promised, it had become the new fashionable drink at court. Merchants, farmers, artisans and aristocrats across the Empire imbibed of the drink, commenting on its pungent and exotic flavour. Those who drank the

assince

in moderate amounts sometimes remarked that their bowel movements and overall well-being greatly improved, while those who partook of too much jade ambrosia – as the drink was now popularly called – waxed lyrical about the effects it had when one became intoxicated. None of them knew the elderly royal apothecary Shihuangdi had originally introduced the drink to the Empire for a less... savoury purpose.

Yang was angry and more than a little worried. As the drink grew in popularity, it was increasingly likely that someone would discover its true purpose. That person might relay his discovery to the Emperor, who would instantly think that Yang had made a fool of him and order her strangled. Shihuangdi might even betray her lest his silence incriminate him. Yang was twenty-five years old and didn't feel like dying.

She was angry for another reason. The

assince

had taken away her

control

. Before Hsüan-Tsung discovered

assince

, he had been pliant and tractable. Yang always gave the impression of obeying the Emperor but it didn't take much effort to add her sisters and relatives to the harem and positions at court, her own power growing every week. The

assince

had stolen that power away from her. The

assince

, not Yang, controlled the Emperor now. Yang could only obey.

Yang entered the royal bedroom. Emperor Hsüan-Tsung sat at a cedar dresser, carefully removing bits of meat from his teeth with a toothpick. He jumped when Yang cleared her throat and turned around with his toothpick held like a weapon. "Ah, it's you." Hsüan-Tsung had bathed, oiled his hair and donned his finest robe, ensuring he was ready for bed. "I see you have come with my ambrosia, my little green fairy. Bring it to me."

The Emperor had been calling Yang his 'little green fairy' for the past month. She didn't know what it meant and assumed it was just a side effect of the

assince

. The Emperor was still as suspicious and unpredictable as ever, and Yang walked forward before he had a chance to complain. She knew the expression he wore. He

wanted

her. His look was salacious as Yang walked towards him. She wore a sky blue robe with the material slit to the hip of one leg. Yang was acutely conscious of the Emperor's eyes roving over her body.

She feared him. A few months ago, Yang had been supremely confident of charming and influencing Hsüan-Tsung however she wished. It was a delicately poised game of

chaturanga

that she had been winning with ease; now, the

assince

had evened the odds and given Hsüan-Tsung a cavalier, daring and often unpredictable style of play. Yang hated it.

Yang set the tray on Hsüan-Tsung's dresser. Eagerly, he took a bottle and drank some of the green liquid. The Emperor smacked his lips and grinned at his concubine, raising the bottle in a toast. "It's good to be immortal. I can drink the ambrosia of the gods and fairies such as yourself are too scared to play tricks on me." Hsüan-Tsung frowned at her. "You're quite tall for a fairy." The Emperor reached out and touched the nape of Yang's neck, his finger tracing the line of her collarbone.

Yang was frightened. "May this one leave now, Emperor?"

"Certainly."

Yang turned and walked towards the door.

"Stop."

Yang stopped. She heard the Emperor get to his feet. She could not turn around, because the Emperor had not commanded her to do so. It was only a few steps to the door... but fleeing now would mean her execution a few hours later.

"I've changed my mind. My little green fairy can't leave so soon."

Roughly, the Emperor grabbed her buttocks. Yang closed her eyes, praying to Yu Di that he would not be rough this time. The Emperor had grown increasingly brutal when making love with her over the past few months to the point where he was now often sadistic. It only happened when he called her the green fairy.

Yang felt the Emperor lift her robe. She wasn't moist and it hurt as he entered her, shoving into her like a desperate pig. The concubine leaned over so that the Emperor might have a better channel inside her and so that it might be over quicker. A few months ago, Yang revelled in her love-making with the Emperor. It was what gave her power at court; now, it was the other way around. Their love-making was Hsüan-Tsung's mark of ownership of and superiority over her.

"I see many fairies," Hsüan-Tsung breathed as he thrust urgently inside her, "but you're the only one who lets me fornicate in you..."

Shihuangdi had become popular with just about everyone in Chang'an over the past few months. He seemed to keep a constant supply of the jade ambrosia flowing into the city and men of all castes toasted him in taverns throughout the Empire's capital. This time, it didn't concern Yang that people might see her visiting Shihuangdi. Enough people came and went here that a concubine from the royal court would arouse no suspicion. After all, everyone in Chang'an knew of the Emperor's penchant for the jade ambrosia.

The royal apothecary had moved to new living quarters since Yang's last visit. Shihuangdi's home was two stories high and made from a scented, light-coloured timber. Approaching the door, Yang knocked and waited.

A woman answered. She looked to be about Yang's age and wore a servant's robe. Upon seeing a concubine of the imperial harem, she bowed deeply. "What can this one do for you?"

"I wish to see Shihuangdi."

The woman bowed low again. "Come in."

Yang entered the home. The ground floor was pleasantly furnished and there were no signs of medical texts or phials anywhere. Yang could, however, detect the faint scent of herbs. Shihuangdi had done well for himself since she last came to him.

The apothecary himself descended the stairs from the first floor wearing a richly embroidered robe and smiling at the young concubine. "You must leave us," he told the servant, who obeyed instantly. Shihuangdi reached the ground floor and walked over to Yang, his hands clasped behind his back. "I was wondering when you would visit again. I have been meaning to thank you for that night you came to me. Who would have thought that my prescribing you with

assince

to stop you farting would make me a rich man?"

Yang clung to the apothecary, all pretence flung out the window. "I fear the Emperor is going to kill me. He grows stranger by the day."

Shihuangdi shrugged. "If the Emperor says you must die, it is his will. I cannot do anything about it."

Despite the apothecary's newfound wealth, Yang possessed far more political power than he. Yang could order his execution and the palace guards would swiftly obey. There was one problem: with his life at so much risk, Shihuangdi would most likely tell Hsüan-Tsung the secret of the

assince

. The apothecary might die, but Yang would die beside him. She

needed

him. "You gave me this... poison. Please, help me!"

Shihuangdi shook his head. "The Emperor will not kill you. He has already decreed that any child you bear is the heir to his throne. Do you think he would harm the woman carrying his heir?"

"Yes... But what if the Emperor discovers the original purpose of

assince

? He will kill us both."

Shihuangdi took a seat. "That is far more serious." He placed a finger against his lips. "I will never tell our Emperor about the nature of the

assince

, for my life is as likely to be forfeit as yours. I have spoken to the hound master and sworn him to secrecy. There are Yamato assassins about to ensure he keeps his word."