Chapter 5: An Overbearing Method? Part Two
However, it was different today.
There was a merchant in dirty clothes selling 500 warhorses that could be equipped with the military, and he wasn’t arrested due to his unique identity. He wasn’t a member of Mongo-Yuan; he was from Northern Liao.
Northern Liao couldn’t even be counted as an empire; it was a huge semi-nomadic tribe that was next to the grassland and lived close to the mountains. Its population was less than one-hundredth of that of Mongo-Yuan.
This force wasn’t connected to Great Sui as they were separated by the grassland.
Northern Liao people were fierce warriors. Since they usually lived close to poor conditions such as snow mountains and frozen rivers, they were persistence and decisive, and the wolf cavalrymen of Mongo-Yuan didn’t want to trigger them.
Northern Liao was affiliated with Mongo-Yuan, and there was no established trade route between Northern Liao and Great Sui.
This was troubling.
The envoys of Northern Liao tried to see the Emperor of Great Sui in Chang’an several times, saying that they were willing to submit and become affiliated with Great Sui. However, the Emperor didn’t meet the envoys and only ordered the Ministry of Rites to treat these people well. When the envoys left, they were greatly reward.
Since Great Sui’s attitude toward Northern Liao was unclear, Li Xiaozong had a headache.
A huge conflict would arise if he didn’t handle this well.
Standing on second floor of the office building at the market, Li Xiaozong waved his hands angrily and said, “Clear all the bystanders out of the market, regardless if they are merchants of Great Sui or herdsmen from the grassland. Close the market! Also, go get Fang Jie! Quick!”
…
-Red Sleeve Pavilion, Beckon of the Red Sleeve-
No one knew why such an exceptional song and dance ensemble would decide to stay in a small city like Fangu. No one doubted that if such a song and dance ensemble went to Chang’an, it could quickly establish itself and might even become the leader of the industry.
Fangu City was too small and remote. Even if they planted a wu-tong tree, how could they attract a golden phoenix?
[TL Note: In ancient China, people believed that phoenix liked resting on wu-tong trees.]
Although this group had settled in Fangu for about a year and a half, its background was still mysterious. No one knew where they came from and why they settled here.
Although there was this Red Sleeve Pavilion, it didn’t fit these fairy-like girls regardless of how luxurious it was. Even Li Xiaozong didn’t know why the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve decided to stay here.
Overall, people were curious as to who set the rule where Beckon of the Red Sleeve would only perform songs and dances and wouldn’t do the more traditional business of pleasure quarters.
There was an empty room on the second floor that directly faced the stage, and it was reserved for someone. Even if this person wasn’t here, others weren’t allowed to enter. Even the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve wouldn’t come here, let alone Fang Jie who was the owner of Red Sleeve Pavilion.
Fang Jie constructed this building, and his name was on the deed. However, he couldn’t enter that room.
Li Xiaozong also couldn’t enter. When he tried, he found that he couldn’t get around the crippled old man.
Fang Jie was always curious as to who it was reserved for.
Even Little Dot, a maid in Beckon of the Red Sleeve who was the closet to Fang Jie, didn’t tell him. She said that this was Ms. Xi’s order. There were two Ms. Xi in Beckon of the Red Sleeve. One was Aunt Xi who was the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve, and the other was Xi Zhuxin who could perform the Dance of Flowing Flower and Water Sleeves. Xi Zhuxin wasn’t Aunt Xi’s daughter, but she took the latter’s family name.
[TL Note: In this context, Zhuxin means the wick of the candle.]
Fang Jie who was watching the dance in Beckon of the Red Sleeve turned around and looked at that reserved room. He shook his head and asked Little Dot who was eating sunflower seeds beside him, “You aren’t going to tell me anything?”
Little Dot was small. However, although she was about 13 to 14 years old, she had the potential of becoming a great beauty. It was heard that she was learning dances from Xi Zhuxin, and she probably would become the next pillar of this ensemble.
There was a merchant in dirty clothes selling 500 warhorses that could be equipped with the military, and he wasn’t arrested due to his unique identity. He wasn’t a member of Mongo-Yuan; he was from Northern Liao.
Northern Liao couldn’t even be counted as an empire; it was a huge semi-nomadic tribe that was next to the grassland and lived close to the mountains. Its population was less than one-hundredth of that of Mongo-Yuan.
This force wasn’t connected to Great Sui as they were separated by the grassland.
Northern Liao people were fierce warriors. Since they usually lived close to poor conditions such as snow mountains and frozen rivers, they were persistence and decisive, and the wolf cavalrymen of Mongo-Yuan didn’t want to trigger them.
Northern Liao was affiliated with Mongo-Yuan, and there was no established trade route between Northern Liao and Great Sui.
This was troubling.
The envoys of Northern Liao tried to see the Emperor of Great Sui in Chang’an several times, saying that they were willing to submit and become affiliated with Great Sui. However, the Emperor didn’t meet the envoys and only ordered the Ministry of Rites to treat these people well. When the envoys left, they were greatly reward.
Since Great Sui’s attitude toward Northern Liao was unclear, Li Xiaozong had a headache.
A huge conflict would arise if he didn’t handle this well.
Standing on second floor of the office building at the market, Li Xiaozong waved his hands angrily and said, “Clear all the bystanders out of the market, regardless if they are merchants of Great Sui or herdsmen from the grassland. Close the market! Also, go get Fang Jie! Quick!”
…
-Red Sleeve Pavilion, Beckon of the Red Sleeve-
No one knew why such an exceptional song and dance ensemble would decide to stay in a small city like Fangu. No one doubted that if such a song and dance ensemble went to Chang’an, it could quickly establish itself and might even become the leader of the industry.
Fangu City was too small and remote. Even if they planted a wu-tong tree, how could they attract a golden phoenix?
[TL Note: In ancient China, people believed that phoenix liked resting on wu-tong trees.]
Although this group had settled in Fangu for about a year and a half, its background was still mysterious. No one knew where they came from and why they settled here.
Although there was this Red Sleeve Pavilion, it didn’t fit these fairy-like girls regardless of how luxurious it was. Even Li Xiaozong didn’t know why the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve decided to stay here.
Overall, people were curious as to who set the rule where Beckon of the Red Sleeve would only perform songs and dances and wouldn’t do the more traditional business of pleasure quarters.
There was an empty room on the second floor that directly faced the stage, and it was reserved for someone. Even if this person wasn’t here, others weren’t allowed to enter. Even the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve wouldn’t come here, let alone Fang Jie who was the owner of Red Sleeve Pavilion.
Fang Jie constructed this building, and his name was on the deed. However, he couldn’t enter that room.
Li Xiaozong also couldn’t enter. When he tried, he found that he couldn’t get around the crippled old man.
Fang Jie was always curious as to who it was reserved for.
Even Little Dot, a maid in Beckon of the Red Sleeve who was the closet to Fang Jie, didn’t tell him. She said that this was Ms. Xi’s order. There were two Ms. Xi in Beckon of the Red Sleeve. One was Aunt Xi who was the Boss of Beckon of the Red Sleeve, and the other was Xi Zhuxin who could perform the Dance of Flowing Flower and Water Sleeves. Xi Zhuxin wasn’t Aunt Xi’s daughter, but she took the latter’s family name.
[TL Note: In this context, Zhuxin means the wick of the candle.]
Fang Jie who was watching the dance in Beckon of the Red Sleeve turned around and looked at that reserved room. He shook his head and asked Little Dot who was eating sunflower seeds beside him, “You aren’t going to tell me anything?”
Little Dot was small. However, although she was about 13 to 14 years old, she had the potential of becoming a great beauty. It was heard that she was learning dances from Xi Zhuxin, and she probably would become the next pillar of this ensemble.
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