Empress Orchid Drama Love and Power Young Concubine
Tung Chihlah, the Young Emperor served as guardian tour
Empress Orchid Drama Love and Power Young Concubine
Foreword ON THE REALITY, I have never been the mastermind behind anything. I laugh with amusement whenever people say that it has become my ambition to ruled China from a young age. My life is shaped by powerful forces been around since before I was born. The conspiracy in this dynasty is very old, male and female caught in a deadly competition long before I entered the Forbidden City and become a concubine. Dinastiku, the Ch’ing Dynasty, have lost rescued again since China defeated Great Britain and its allies in the War Opium. My world is a patch of annoying rituals. The only onethe privacy I can get is in the head. Not a day passed without feeling as if I was a mouse that managed to avoid one traps again. For half a century I participated in ordinances an intricate kingdom with all its very detailed details. Like one of the paintings from the imperial painting gallery, I am. When I sit upstairs the throne, my appearance is graceful, pleasant, peaceful. In front of me stretched a curtain — a transparent screen that was transparent symbolic separating women and men. In order to be protected and criticized, I listened well, but not much talk. Because I really understand the sensitivity of men, I know that at a glance alone ingenuity would be very disturbing to advisers and ministers. For them, the idea of a woman as ruler is terrible. Princes the jealous preys on the fear of every woman involved in politics. When my husband died and I served as guardian tour son, Tung Chih, only five years old, I satisfied the palace dwellers with emphasis in my command that my son Tung Chihlah, the Young Emperor, rules, not his mother. Meanwhile the men in the palace were trying to impress each other other with their intelligence, I just hide it. My job ruling in the palace is a non-existent fight stop with the bathers.
An-te-hai. Returned with a cup in his hand. His steps were nimble and silent. I just realized that the eunuchs were trained to walk like a ghost. An-tehai’s smooth palms tread the ground while his feet glided like a boat. Stopping in front of me, he held out the cup. I smiled, bowed. An-te-hai hurriedly turned and left before I could finish bend me. I felt sharp gaze rush at me from every direction as I lifted the cup to
lip. Understanding exactly how they felt, I took a little sip, then circled the cup around.
“Oh, thank you very much,” the girl standing near me accepted the cup the. Her body was slender and her face was oval. Her eyes, deep and deep double petaled, radiant. And her accent and graceful demeanor, I guess he comes from a rich family. The silk dress was embroidered with a pattern most intricate, the gems hang from head to toe. The headdress is made of gold flowers. Necks, all movements seems natural. The cup circulates and hands to hand until not a drop remains. After that, the girls seemed a little more relaxed. The round face beauty the egg with its exotic eyes waved at me from its bench. When I closer, he shifted slightly.
“I’m Nuharoo,” he smiled.
“Yehonala,” I sat beside her.
That’s how Nuharoo and I introduced ourselves to each other. Neither of us
that moment that could foresee that we had just knitted a relationship
will last a lifetime. Here we are called by name family, to mark which clan we belonged to. Without further explanation
continued we soon learned that we both belonged to the most powerful clan
of the Manchus: Yehonala and Nuharoo. These two families are rivals
long, fought each other many times, over the centuries. Only after the King of
The Nuharoo clan married the daughter of King Yehonala, the two clans were united and on
finally conquered China, creating the Ch’ingwangsa Dynasty ‘Purity
Heavenly ‘. I smelled the sweet smell of lilies from Nuharoo’s hair. He sat quietly, staring
clumps of bamboo seemed to be drawing it with his eyes. This girl
radiates a sense of calm and satisfaction. For a long time, he did not move,
as if he were studying the details of every leaf he saw.
His concentration was completely undisturbed by the eunuchs going back and forth. I
wondering what the hell was he thinking, if he was too
miss his family or worry about his future, like me. I want
know what made him in this selection. Certainly not out of business
belly, or money. Does she dream to become Empress? “How is she
brought up “Who are her parents” There was not a shred of nervousness on her face. It seems
as if he knew full well that he would definitely be elected. As if he came only
to receive the news.
After a while Nuharoo turned to me and smiled again. Her smile
almost childish, innocent, and without the burden of worrying. I’m sure he is
have never suffered. He must have had a servant in the house, who could fan him
on sultry summer nights. Her gestures showed that she was so
trained in manners. Did he go to school for the rich? “What the
he read “Does he like opera” If so, he must have an idol
he admired. Wish we liked the same operas, and wished we
both were lucky enough to be selected ..
“What do you think our chances of getting elected?”
I asked him after Nuharoo explained that his father was a distant uncle
from Emperor Hsien Feng. “I didn’t really think about it,” he said softly. Her lips opened like petals
flower. “I do whatever my family asks me to do.”
“So your parents can read the wood grain, huh.”
“Sorry ..?” “I mean predicting someone’s future.”
Nuharoo turned away from me and smiled gently into the distance.
“Yehonala, what do you think of our chances?”
“You come from a family related to the Royal family,
and you’re beautiful too, “I said.” I’m not sure what chance I have.
My father was a taotai before he died. If it weren’t for the debt involved
my family, and were it not for me being forced to marry my cousin yang
mentally retarded, I won’t- “I had to stop as my tears grew
filled the petals. Nuharoo reached into his pocket and pulled out a lacy handkerchief. “I am coming along
sad, “he handed me the handkerchief.
“Your story sounds terrible.”
I didn’t want to break the handkerchief, so I used the back of my hand to wipe
my tears. “Tell me again,” said Nuharoo.
I shook my head. “My story about adversity will be bad for
your health. “” It’s okay. I want to hear it. This is the first time I set it
feet outside the house. I never do
