Empress Orchid - Anchee Min [104]
I asked if he could tell me a bit about the treaty. “Is it really as awful as I hear?”
“You don’t want to know” was his reply.
“I already have some ideas about it,” I ventured to say. “I have been helping His Majesty with court documents.”
Prince Kung raised his eyes and looked at me.
“Sorry to surprise you,” I said.
“Not really,” he said. “I only wish that His Majesty would take a greater interest.”
“Why don’t you talk to him again?”
“His ears are stuffed with cotton balls.” He sighed. “I can’t shake him.”
“I might be able to influence His Majesty if you could inform me a bit,” I said. “After all, I need to learn for the sake of Tung Chih.”
The words seemed to make sense to Prince Kung, and he started talking. I was shocked to learn that the treaty allowed foreigners to open consulates in Peking.
“Each country has selected its own site, not far from the Forbidden City,” he said. “The treaty allows foreign merchant ships to travel along the Chinese coast, and missionaries are given the government’s protection.”
Tung Chih cried in my arms. He probably needed changing. I gently rocked him and he became quiet.
“Also, we are expected to agree to hire foreign inspectors to run our customs, and worst of all”—Prince Kung paused, then continued—“we are given no choice but to legalize opium.”
“His Majesty will not allow it,” I said, imagining Prince Kung coming for his brother’s signature.
“I wish it were up to him. The reality is that the foreign merchants are backed by the military powers of their countries.”
We sat staring out the window.
Tung Chih began to cry again. His voice was neither loud nor strong. It was like a kitten’s. A maid came to change him. Afterward I rocked him to sleep.
I thought about Hsien Feng’s health and the possibility that my son might grow up without a father.
“This is what a five-thousand-year-old civilization comes down to.” Prince Kung sighed as he rose from his seat.
“I haven’t seen His Majesty myself for a while,” I said, putting Tung Chih back in his cradle. “Has he been in touch with you?”
“He doesn’t want to see me. When he does, he calls me and my ministers a bunch of idiots. He threatens to behead Chi Ying and my father-in-law. He suspects them of being traitors. Before Chi Ying and Kuei Liang went to negotiate with the barbarians, they held farewell ceremonies with their families. They expected to be beheaded because they saw little hope that His Majesty would have his way. Our families drank and sang poems to send them off. My wife has been distraught. She blames me for involving her father. She threatens to hang herself if anything should happen to him.”
“What would happen if Hsien Feng refused to sign the treaty?”
“His Majesty doesn’t have a choice. Foreign troops are already stationed in Tientsin. Their target would be Peking. The bayonet is at our throat.” Looking at Tung Chih, Prince Kung said, “I am afraid I must go back to work now.”
As I watched him walk down the corridor, I felt fortunate that at least Tung Chih had this man as an uncle.
Fifteen
WITHIN WEEKS of his birth, Tung Chih was due for his first ceremony. It was called Shih-san, the Three Baths. According to the scripture of our ancestors, the ritual would ensure Tung Chih’s place in the universe. The night before the event, my palace was decorated anew by the eunuchs, who wrapped the beams and eaves in cloth dyed red and green. By nine o’clock the next morning everything was set. Pumpkin-shaped red lanterns hung in front of the gates and hallways.
I was excited because my mother, my sister Rong and brother Kuei Hsiang had received permission to join me. Their visit was the first since I had entered the Forbidden City. I imagined how delighted my mother would be when I passed Tung Chih to her to hold. I hoped he would smile. I wondered how Rong had been doing. There was a young man I planned to introduce her to.
Kuei Hsiang had recently been honored with my father’s title. He now had the choice of either staying in Peking and living off his annual taels or following in our