Chapter Six: The Father-Daughter Rift
The eunuch delivering the imperial edict was completely unaware of the anxiousness radiating from the Jiang father and daughter. He loudly and confidently proclaimed:
“By the Mandate of Heaven, the Empress Dowager decrees: Jiang Zhuo, daughter of Deputy Prime Minister Jiang Dun, elegant, refined, and wise, is hereby granted the title of Sixth Rank Music Officer. She shall enter the palace tomorrow to serve in the Palace of Longevity and Celebration. So decreed—”
The slender voice echoed through the courtyard, but Jiang Zhuo remained motionless, unable to react immediately.
“What does Her Majesty mean by this?” Jiang Dun was the first to rise, his voice filled with indignation. “Though the Jiang family may not be of the most illustrious lineage, there is no need for my daughter to enter the palace to play music and perform!”
“Deputy Prime Minister Jiang, are you refusing the edict?” The eunuch, having finished reading, grew arrogant and sharp, questioning him with a cutting tone.
“I would dare to reject an imperial decree; how could I refuse the Empress Dowager’s order? As long as I, Jiang Dun, am here today, no one shall take my daughter away!”
Everyone else knelt, and only Jiang Dun stood alone in the courtyard, tall and upright like bamboo or pine, embodying the dignity of a civil official.
Seeing her father’s resolute figure, Jiang Zhuo’s nose tingled with emotion.
In her past life, when she was falsely accused of stealing food, when servants withheld her supplies, or when other concubines bullied and humiliated her, Jiang Zhuo had always longed for a man to descend from the heavens, to speak up for her, to stand by her side.
Yet, whether in her past life or this one, she never imagined that the only man she could truly rely on was her own father.
“How dare you, Jiang Dun, defy the Empress Dowager’s decree! Guards! Seize him—”
“Your humble servant Jiang Zhuo accepts the edict, and thanks the Empress Dowager for her gracious favor.”
Just as a conflict seemed about to erupt between Jiang Dun and the eunuch, Jiang Zhuo stood up, took the edict, and bowed deeply in gratitude.
“It seems Deputy Prime Minister Jiang has less insight than his own daughter,” the haughty eunuch sneered, somewhat smug as he added to Jiang Dun, “Our Empress Dowager has said this edict fulfills Miss Jiang’s longstanding wish. Whether one wishes it or not, one should be grateful and accept such a favor. As a subject of the realm, Deputy Prime Minister Jiang should bear this in mind.”
With that, he turned without looking at Jiang Dun’s darkened face and left with his men.
“You?!” Jiang Dun scolded his daughter with bitter frustration, pointing a finger at her. “Why did you take it upon yourself to accept this edict? If you had refused, I could have reported to His Majesty and there might still be a way to turn this around. Do you realize that by accepting this edict, you have sealed your fate to enter the palace?”
“Do you know that female officials only appear glamorous on the surface? If you truly spend your days parading openly among courtesans and entertainers, becoming the subject of ridicule and jest, what dignity would you have? And after leaving the palace, what respectable family man would take you as his legitimate wife?”
“Since ancient times, accompanying the sovereign has been like walking with a tiger. The dangers inside the palace are beyond what you, a mere woman, can imagine. A single misstep could bring ruin upon you!”
“The court is unstable now. If I retire to the countryside and am no longer here to protect you in the capital, how will you manage alone in the palace? If anything happens, who will you turn to?”
Jiang Dun’s temper flared as the eunuch left, and he fired off question after question, frightening the servants into silence.
“Father—” Jiang Zhuo looked up, her expression filled with sorrow. “Even if you arrange a high marriage for your daughter in the capital, she must constantly curry favor with her husband, manage the concubines and household affairs. If you bring your daughter home to marry into the family, she must always be wary of her husband’s family coveting her family’s wealth. Since both high marriages and low matches carry risks, wouldn’t it be better to remain single and serve as a female official in peace?”
“You’ve been sheltered in the inner chambers too long to understand the dangers of the palace, or how difficult it is for a woman to stand on her own!” Jiang Dun trembled with anger.
Still kneeling, Jiang Zhuo couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
The hardships of being born a woman—how could she not understand them?
Without a prestigious family or wealth, a beautiful woman is but a plaything in this world: cherished when loved, discarded when not.
“But father, in life, who can be with you every moment to care for you? If a daughter cannot even rely on herself, who else can she trust?”
“All right, all right!” Jiang Dun suddenly calmed, stepping back a few paces with a strange look in his eyes. “You’ve grown up now. Your wings have hardened, and you dare to make your own decisions. Fine, I will let you act on your own and make your mistakes.”
“Father?” Jiang Zhuo was momentarily stunned by his sudden change in demeanor, but unease quickly spread in her heart.
“From today on, you, Jiang Zhuo, are no longer my daughter. Our father-daughter bond is severed. Consider that I, Jiang Dun, have failed in raising you these fifteen years. If you get into trouble in the future, do not come looking for me.”
With that, Jiang Dun turned and left.
“Father, do you no longer want your daughter?”
Even in her past life, Jiang Zhuo had never quarreled so fiercely with her father, let alone heard such words cutting off their relationship. Panicked, she immediately rose to follow him, but Jiang Dun flicked his sleeve and pushed her to the ground.
“You’ve defied me. Don’t call me father anymore. I have no such good daughter!”
Without looking back, Jiang Dun strode quickly into his study.
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