Ji Yue blushed a bright red. Damn. Such a shrewd woman would see right through any lie.

“It is a trifle, Mama. It appears I have gained the attention of the emperor.”

“Really?” her mother said, hope and surprise at war on her features. “How?”

Bo Tao stepped forward. “A simple matter of translation, Madame Chen. Your daughter speaks the sailors’ dialect of Canton.”

“That terrible nurse!” the woman spat. “Had I known earlier of her background-”

“It is a most fortunate stroke of luck. In thanks, the emperor has allowed you to visit. All the girls miss their mothers.”

“Pah,” the woman said. “She is a grown woman and should be a mother herself.”

“Exactly,” Bo Tao agreed. And then he made his play, praying that the mother would think of more than simple politics. “Unfortunately, of the girls still here, most will never have a child. Most, in fact, will never even see the emperor except at a distance. I would shudder should such a sad fate befall your daughter.”

Madame Chen shrugged. “That is the nature of things in the Forbidden City.” Then she smiled and patted her daughter’s hand. “But if you have already caught the emperor’s eye, you have little to fear.”

Bo Tao cursed silently. This was not going as he planned. He had hoped that the mother would understand what a horrible future was in store for Ji Yue. Clearly, Madame Chen only saw political opportunity. But maybe he could convince Ji Yue. He turned to her, wishing he could be more plain.

“Chen Ji Yue, you are a beautiful, talented flower of China. You have seen the rancor that is part of daily life here. You could return home now with your family-”

“Leave the Forbidden City?” gasped her mother.

Bo Tao glared at the woman. Could she not listen for a moment? Could she not see her daughter’s fate rather than politics and opportunity? He glanced at the husband for help but saw that his eyes had gone vague like his eldest son’s. Bo Tao doubted the man really listened.

“There will be more suitors for you, Chen Ji Yue. Why be one of thirty women when you could be first wife to one man?”

“No!” the mother cried before Ji Yue could speak. “Everyone knows that you came here, my child. We hired weepers! You cannot return home without every man wondering why!” She cast a canny look in his direction. “Why do you suggest such a thing to my daughter? Have you made her unfit somehow? A disgrace to her family which you wish to cover?”

Three curses upon the woman’s head! There was no way to answer that honestly. “Your daughter is an imperial virgin,” he snapped. “I believe she could make an excellent empress, but the dowager consort does not like her.”

“Of course not! No mother wants to lose her place in her son’s eyes.”

Bo Tao grimaced. If only he had more time to explain! But any moment now, someone was going to summon him to the emperor to explain what had happened with the Dutch. He could not tarry much longer.

“You must see, Chen Ji Yue, what lies before you.” He had shown it to her so plainly last night. Did she want to become one of the lowest harem women? “Leave now and I will find some reason. You are with your family. There will be no questions, certainly none that could not be verified by a doctor.”

There it was as plain as he could make it. If she withdrew now, after a suitable period of time, he could begin a formal courtship. He would have to be sure that the emperor bore no ill will. But if Ji Yue became suddenly ill-so ill that she had to be returned to the bosom of her family-then perhaps the emperor would not guess. Or better yet, Yi Zhen might forget one virgin out of so many. There were hundreds of things that occupied an emperor’s attention. It only required that JiYue say yes. Yes, she would willingly withdraw herself from the Forbidden City.

He looked into her eyes. He saw the uncertainty there. Another push and she would fall, he was sure of it. But she wasn’t given the chance. Madame Chen did a little pushing of her own, shoving Bo Tao backward and away from her daughter.

“I know you, Sun Bo Tao,” she hissed. “I know you are not a scholar, you are not a soldier. You are not even rich. You are a friend to the emperor and so he lets you live off his bounty, and you are jealous of whatever he likes.”

“Mama, that’s not true,” Ji Yue inserted, but her mother was not listening.

“The emperor has noticed you, daughter,” she snapped. “And this man wants whatever the emperor has. So he convinces you to go home now so that we will be grateful when he courts you later.” Madame Chen drew herself up to her full height. “We will not be grateful for the likes of you!”

Bo Tao did not answer. Her accusations had the ring of truth. Once, he had lived off his friendship with Yi Zhen, had followed the emperor around for the parties, the food and the women. But endless rounds of princely games grew tedious. He discovered he liked the business of nations, and he grew up. Now he was an integral part of the nation’s government even though he had no official title.

He looked at JiYue, his heart in his eyes. “I have enough to live. And after the festival, Yi Zhen has promised me an appointment with a salary. Enough money to support a wife and-”

“Bah on promises!” Madame Chen gripped her daughter’s arm and spun her around. “Hsst! You are smart, Ji Yue. Use your head.” Madame Chen pointed a bony finger at him. “Beauty fades and grows old. Imperial promises come and go with the wind. You want nothing of this one!”

Ji Yue compressed her lips in annoyance. Bo Tao could tell she did not like having her mother tell her what she wanted. But without her mother’s support, she could not go home.

“Mama, the dowager consort despises me.”

“Because the emperor sees your worth.”

“I do not think-”

“Enough,” interrupted the father.

Bo Tao turned, startled to hear from the man. “Honored sir?” he said with a bow.

“My daughter has caught the emperor’s eye. She will remain an imperial virgin.” He lifted his chin. “There is no room for her at home.” Then he gestured to his sons. “Come, sons, your studies await. You do not want to become a wastrel, dependant upon promises before you can take a wife.” And with that, he waved his daughter a casual farewell and walked away.

His wife fell into step behind her sons. But at the door, she turned to glare at her daughter. “Ji Yue, go! Go to the virgins’ palace and spend no more time with this wastrel!”

Ji Yue did not appear happy with her mother’s advice, but it didn’t matter. Without a home to return to, Ji Yue would remain in the Forbidden City and take her chances among fifty others to become the next empress.

Bo Tao sighed. He could kill a foreigner in the lesser great hall, but he could not win a girl away from her parents’ ambition. “Do as your mother bids,” he said. “I am late to report to the emperor.” He clapped his hands twice very loudly and a pair of eunuchs appeared. “Escort Chen Ji Yue to the virgins’ palace. I am late.”

With a last bow to her mother, who still smirked in the doorway, he turned and left both the Chen women behind.