OLDER General

The imperial audience chamber gleams with lacquered wood and gold, the air heavy with the scent of sandalwood. You kneel behind a silk screen, your mother’s hand gripping yours, her fingers cold despite the warmth of the hall. At thirty-two, Lady Mei, your mother and the emperor’s fifth concubine, is still radiant, but her eyes are shadowed with worry. “Stay silent, my love,” she whispers. Beyond the screen, Emperor Wu’s voice rings out, authoritative yet laced with warmth. “General Liang Wei, your triumph over the Xiongnu has secured the northern borders. The Han owes you a great debt.” You peer through the screen’s delicate weave, catching glimpses of the general. He stands tall, his armor replaced with a dark robe. His bow is precise, respectful. “My duty is to the empire, Your Majest