Unlike the Song Dynasty, the Liao State was a nomadic nation organized around a tribal system. The Liao State was composed of numerous tribes, with many Liao people being pastoral nomads who rarely lived in the capitals. Over a century ago, the founding emperor of Liao established the Liao State, set up five capitals, and adopted Confucian culture from the Han people, emphasizing the values of “Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Kin, and Teacher.” However, the wild nature ingrained in the Liao people proved difficult to change, resulting in a somewhat hybrid system that still yielded some success.

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The Liao court was divided into two factions: Northern officials and Southern officials.

Northern officials were primarily noblemen from large tribes, holding rigidly hierarchical positions. In contrast, Southern officials were often from smaller tribes, including many Han people, responsible for dealings with the Song Dynasty. They had little in common with Northern officials, leading to constant friction.

Tang Shen instructed Lu Shen to investigate the Southern officials. In just half a month, Lu Shen completed the task and reported his findings. As expected, the tension between Northern and Southern officials was a fundamental and unavoidable conflict within the Liao court. Additionally, even among the Northern officials, unity was far from absolute.

Lu Shen explained, “Daren, you should know that most Northern officials come from large, prominent tribes with high status. Sometimes even the Liao Emperor must defer to them. However, some ancient tribes disdain becoming officials, creating considerable friction with the Northern officials.”

Tang Shen was surprised. “Is that so?”

Lu Shen nodded. “Indeed. These tribes are powerful but tend to be conservative and avoid outside contact. Moreover, the two largest tribes in Liao are tied to the royal family—one being the Liao Emperor’s clan and the other the Liao Empress’s. Even if other tribes harbor grievances, they dare not voice them openly.”

He continued, “And like daren said, many Southern officials have aligned themselves with different princes. The Liao Emperor has four sons. The third prince, born to a noble consort from a large tribe, is mainly supported by Northern officials. The mothers of the other three princes come from less prominent backgrounds. Since Empress Xiao has no children, the struggle among the princes for the throne has intensified in recent years. Most Southern officials support the second prince, Yelü Shege.”

“Yelü Shege?”

“Yes. It is said that the second prince, Yelü Shege, is the most intelligent among the princes. Although his mother was merely a princess from a minor tribe, he enjoys great favor from the Liao Emperor. The Liao people greatly admire the culture of our Song Dynasty and study Confucian classics, though truth be told, most of them, like myself, understand little of it and can barely read. However, this second prince is different—he is highly talented. It’s said he has thoroughly studied the Four Books and Five Classics, excels in poetry and literature, and is equally skilled in archery and hunting. Because of this, he is deeply favored by the Liao Emperor.”

Tang Shen pondered for a moment and said, “Last year, when the Liao envoy visited Shengjing, I gathered some information and heard about the second prince. Despite his remarkable talents, Minister Meng from the Ministry of Rites did not have a favorable impression of him.”

“You are correct, daren. Yelü Shege is known to be ruthless. But then again, which of the Liao princes isn’t? They are raised in a nomadic culture where strength is revered. If they behaved like our Song gentlemen, they would only invite disdain.”

Lu Shen shifted back to the main topic. “Many Southern officials support Yelü Shege, including the Left Chancellor of Xijing (modern-day Beijing), who is part of the second prince’s faction.” He then detailed all the information he had gathered.

After Lu Shen left, Tang Shen deliberated for a long time. There was no doubt that they had already aligned themselves with Xiao Lü. And if there were no surprises, Xiao Lü was likely backed by one of the Southern officials.

Though Southern officials had less influence than Northern ones in the Liao court, this very fact made them more likely to cooperate with the Han. If they wanted to gather intelligence on Liao and place agents within its court, the best approach would be to win over someone from within.

Gently tapping his fingers on the table, Tang Shen closed his eyes in deep thought.

So… who should they target for defection, and how should they go about it?

Two days passed quickly. Xiao Lü sent an invitation for a banquet to Qiao Jiu, urging him to attend. Now residing in Xiao Lü’s residence in the eastern part of the city—a quiet, secluded place ideal for recovery—Qiao Jiu visited Tang Shen before leaving, seeking his advice on whether to bring him along.

In the past, Tang Shen might have attended in the guise of Qiao Jiu’s son. This time, however, he hesitated briefly before saying, “I won’t go. Qiao Jiu, pay close attention to the identities of everyone at the banquet, but don’t overstep your role. Remember, you are just a wealthy tea merchant from the Song Dynasty.”

Qiao Jiu responded quickly, “Understood, daren.”

That night, a strong wind swept through Xijing, carrying yellow sand that lashed against the poplar trees with a harsh rustling sound. Donning a felt hat popular in Liao and dressed in traditional Liao attire, Qiao Jiu brought several packets of top-grade Biluochun tea and braved the sandstorm to attend the banquet.

Upon arriving at Xiao Manor, Qiao Jiu did not see Xiao Lü immediately. A servant led him to the banquet hall, which had already been prepared with tables and chairs. Because of his low status, Qiao Jiu was seated at the farthest end of the right side. Feigning gratitude and excitement, he sat down, his expression full of awe and trepidation. He craned his neck briefly before quickly withdrawing, as though curious about the banquet but too nervous to look around.

Though no one paid him any attention, Qiao Jiu continued his act flawlessly to avoid any mistakes.

After about half an hour, Xiao Lü finally arrived, following closely behind a corpulent Liao official, whom he escorted to the head seat with a respectful smile. Once the official allowed the banquet to begin, Xiao Lü ordered, “Serve the food.” Plates of roasted lamb and beef were soon brought in.

From start to finish, Qiao Jiu had no opportunity to speak with Xiao Lü and awkwardly ate alone at the far end of the hall.

Two hours later, the banquet concluded. After seeing off the Liao official, Xiao Lü approached Qiao Jiu with an apologetic expression. “Brother Qiao, I was so busy earlier that I couldn’t attend to you. Please don’t hold it against me.” Saying this, he prepared to bow in apology, imitating the customs of the Song people.

Qiao Jiu quickly stopped him, raising both hands. “How could you say such a thing, Mr. Xiao? Just being invited to this banquet and meeting such important figures is a great honor for me! Truly, I have gained much insight tonight. To be honest, since coming to Xijing for business, I’ve done some research. That distinguished gentleman seated at the head earlier—was he perhaps Minister Xiao Zhen, Xiao daren?”

Xiao Lü smiled faintly, unable to conceal the pride in his expression. “Indeed, that was Xiao Zhen daren, the Left Minister of Xijing.”

Qiao Jiu widened his eyes in surprise. “It really is Xiao daren!”

Xiao Lü smiled and said, “I’m distantly related to Xiao daren, and I’ve often benefited from his care over the years.”

Qiao Jiu nodded continuously, understanding the hidden meaning behind Xiao Lü’s words. The two exchanged knowing smiles without further explanation.

Qiao Jiu hadn’t expected Xiao Lü’s powerful connection to be none other than Xiao Zhen, the Left Minister of Affairs in Xijin Prefecture!

In Xijin, the highest-ranking officials were the Left and Right Chancellors of the Prefecture. Directly beneath them were the Left and Right Ministers of State Affairs. It was no wonder that, after hearing about Qiao Jiu’s trouble with Yelü Qi and the confiscation of his tea shipment, Xiao Lü had remained calm and assured that he could resolve the issue—he had such a powerful backer!

Xiao Lü personally escorted Qiao Jiu out and handed him a box of medicine, saying it was excellent for external injuries.

As he saw Qiao Jiu off, Xiao Lü lowered his voice and confided, “Brother Qiao, I won’t hide it from you. In five days, an important figure will arrive in Xijin Prefecture. This is a major business opportunity. Thanks to Xiao daren’s connections, I managed to secure an invitation for this distinguished guest. Tea from Song has always been popular among the nobility here. When the time comes, don’t say I didn’t give you a heads-up.”

Qiao Jiu was astonished. “Mr. Xiao, you…”

Xiao Lü patted his hand and smiled. “Don’t worry, we’ll earn this profit together.”

Overjoyed, Qiao Jiu left Xiao Manor, his steps light with excitement.

However, after Qiao Jiu left, Xiao Lü’s smile gradually faded. He called for a servant. “Did Qiao Jiu come alone? No one else accompanied him?”

The servant shook his head. “He came alone.”

Xiao Lü frowned. “Alone, huh…”

His trusted accountant leaned in and whispered, “Though the distinguished guest is said to have a preference for men, he despises flattery. Originally, you planned to use Qiao Jiu’s handsome son to win favor, but since the distinguished guest has already agreed to come, it may no longer be necessary. Offending Qiao Jiu would hurt future business, and besides, if the guest doesn’t appreciate such a gesture, he may blame us.”

Xiao Lü nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. I heard that two years ago, an official tried to present the distinguished guest with a ‘gift’ and was harshly rebuked. The ‘gift’ was immediately cut in half, and the official was dismissed.”

The accountant said, “It’s better to let things take their course.”

Xiao Lü, now wary in his heart, agreed. “We can’t afford to guess at the thoughts of such a high-ranking figure.”

Meanwhile, Tang Shen was unaware that he, a dignified Hanlin scholar and a fourth-rank official of the Song dynasty, had nearly been turned into a “gift” for someone.

Even Zhao Fu wouldn’t dare “gift” a high-ranking official as a present for fear of being recorded in history and eternally disgraced. Yet here was a mere merchant of Liao daring to entertain such a thought!

Leaving that matter aside for now, after returning, Qiao Jiu relayed everything he had learned to Tang Shen.

Tang Shen was surprised. “I didn’t expect his backing to be the Left Minister of State Affairs. That’s quite a high-ranking position—powerful enough to shake the entire Xijin Prefecture. As for the distinguished guest arriving in five days…”

After some thought, Tang Shen said, “I won’t return to Youzhou just yet. With only you here in Xijin Prefecture, I’m concerned you might not handle this matter well. Once it’s over, I’ll head back.”

Qiao Jiu nodded. “I’ll follow your orders.”

Five days later, Xiao Lü sent another invitation to the residence. This time, he unexpectedly sent two invitations.

Qiao Jiu, puzzled, asked the servant delivering the invitation, “Why did Mr. Xiao send two invitations this time?”

The servant replied, “Mr. Xiao said that since you were recently injured and might be inconvenienced, you could bring someone to accompany you to the banquet.”

Qiao Jiu and the servant conversed in the Liao language, which Tang Shen didn’t understand. Once the servant left, Tang Shen inquired about it. Upon learning the reason, he frowned. “The second invitation is meant for me.”

Qiao Jiu was perplexed. “Mr. Xiao didn’t provide two invitations last time. Why now? Daren, will you accompany me to the banquet?”

It was an excellent opportunity, and Tang Shen hesitated.

After much consideration, he summoned Lu Shen in the afternoon. “Go find out who Xiao Lü is hosting tonight.”

Near dusk, Lu Shen hurried back and reported, “Daren, I couldn’t determine who Xiao Lü is hosting, but I did learn one thing: this morning, the commander of the palace garrison, Yelü Qin, arrived in Xijin Prefecture!”

Tang Shen was stunned. “Who?”

“Yelü Qin, the commander of the Liao palace garrison.”

Tang Shen suddenly chuckled and sighed. “What a small world!”

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Half a year ago, Tang Shen had served as an envoy for Song and received a delegation from Liao. The highest-ranking official in that delegation was none other than Yelü Qin. Tang Shen hadn’t expected to encounter him again here in Xijin Prefecture.

“It looks like attending the banquet is out of the question.”

Tang Shen called for Qiao Jiu. “I’ll head back to Youzhou tomorrow. Be extremely cautious tonight. Yelü Qin is not like other Liao officials—he’s cunning and treacherous. You must stay on guard.”

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According to Tang Shen’s calculations, the letter he sent should have reached Wang Zhen just as he arrived in Xijin Prefecture.

While the letter could have reached its destination in four days with expedited delivery, Tang Shen deliberately chose a six-day delivery. This way, even if Wang Zhen read the letter, became furious, or decided to write a scolding reply, Tang Shen would be far enough away—beyond reach in Xijin Prefecture—and wouldn’t receive it.

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That’s right, Tang Shen wrote it intentionally in that manner.

He thought to himself, Why should Wang Zifeng be allowed to write “A mother worries for her child traveling afar,” while I cannot say, “I revere my senior brother as a father”?

Tang Shen pondered: Would Wang Zifeng be angry?

After careful consideration, he decided Wang Zhen likely wouldn’t be angry.

With his senior brother’s level of composure, even if there was any anger, it wouldn’t be shown outwardly but would be stored deep within. Perhaps Wang Zhen would bring it up when Tang Shen returned to Shengjing. However, that was a problem for the future, and Tang Shen didn’t dwell on it. Just the thought of teasing his senior brother gave him a sense of satisfaction.

Upon arriving in Xijin, Tang Shen refrained from openly handling business and delegated most tasks to Qiao Jiu.

Qiao Jiu, despite being one of Wang Zhen’s subordinates, had only met Wang Zhen a handful of times. Yet Wang Zhen’s decision to entrust Qiao Jiu with responsibilities spoke to his remarkable abilities. In just three days, Qiao Jiu had managed to establish connections with several Liao merchants interested in purchasing tea, making initial inroads into the commercial circles of Xijin Prefecture.

In Liao, ordinary civilians lacked family names; only nobles could grant them.

There were only two family names among the Liao aristocracy: Yelü and Xiao.

Late at night in the inn, Qiao Jiu spoke to Tang Shen in a hushed tone, “Daren, I’ve connected with three Liao merchants: one named Xiao Lü, another Yelü Qi, and the third hasn’t been granted a surname yet. You might not know, but the Yelü clan controls royal authority throughout the Liao State, holding high ranks and power. Meanwhile, the Xiao clan produces empresses, as every Liao empress must belong to the Xiao family. Across most of Liao, the Yelü clan wields significant power, but Xijin Prefecture is an exception. Due to its proximity to Song, many Han customs have taken root here, and the Southern official’s government office has been established in this region.”

Tang Shen nodded. “I’m aware of this.”

Qiao Jiu, realizing he might have overexplained, humbly apologized. “Forgive me, daren, for my presumption. Your insight and foresight are unparalleled—such trivial matters mustn’t escape your discerning eye.”

Tang Shen glanced at Qiao Jiu.

Normally, Tang Shen was the one offering flattery to others; rarely did someone flatter him in return. Though young, Tang Shen was already a fourth-rank official—a significant rank even in Shengjing. However, working in Qinzheng Hall, where the lowest-ranking officials were also fourth-rank, and dealing daily with figures like Zhao Fu, Wang Zhen, and Su Wenyun, he often felt like an insignificant minor official in comparison.

Receiving such flattery now gave Tang Shen a sense of novelty. He appreciated Qiao Jiu’s position—a merchant unable to attain scholarly recognition, striving to serve Tang Shen and Wang Zhen for the sake of his descendants’ future prospects.

Understanding Qiao Jiu’s intent, Tang Shen said kindly, “You’ve done well. The merchants you’ve contacted have the right backgrounds.”

Qiao Jiu, noting Tang Shen’s pleased expression, sighed in relief. “Daren, your plan to disguise us as tea merchants entering Liao was truly ingenious,” he said sincerely, though not merely as flattery. “Tea and porcelain from the Song dynasty are luxuries only the Liao nobility and officials can afford. If we’d posed as porcelain merchants, the logistics of transporting such goods would’ve been too complicated. Tea, however, is the ideal cover.”

This plan wasn’t Tang Shen’s alone; in fact, it had been Su Wenyun’s idea.

But there was no need to elaborate. After some thought, Tang Shen said, “Of the three merchants, avoid overly close contact with the one who hasn’t been granted a surname yet. Our goal isn’t to sell tea but to infiltrate Liao’s inner circles. The Yelü and Xiao clans…” Tang Shen paused in contemplation, then smiled slightly. “Your mention of the Southern and Northern officials has reminded me. The internal structure of Liao is far from the united front it appears to be! Here’s what you should do…”

Song merchants came to Liao to trade. No one in this world would refuse the chance to make money, and Liao merchants were no exception. However, this didn’t mean the proud Liao merchants respected someone like Qiao Jiu.

Even with extensive gifts and flattery, it would be impossible for Qiao Jiu to win over everyone.

However, the Liao State faced significant internal challenges of its own.

Tang Shen explained, “The Liao State’s greatest issue lies between the Northern and Southern officials. You mentioned that the Xijin Prefecture is under the influence of Southern officials. Start gradually distancing yourself from that merchant surnamed Yelü, and instead, cultivate ties with those surnamed Xiao. We should conduct business with Xiao-affiliated merchants.”

Qiao Jiu hesitated. “Daren, but wouldn’t this offend the others?”

“That’s precisely the point,” Tang Shen said. “Do you truly believe you can maintain good relations with both sides and gain benefits from everyone?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Qiao Jiu quickly replied.

Tang Shen continued, “Since they’ve been granted imperial surnames, it’s evident they have powerful backers. People like them do business not just for personal gain but also for those they represent. If you align yourself with the Xiao merchants, the Yelü merchants will inevitably resent you and may even sabotage our tea business. Since we’re in Liao territory, their interference would be as easy as turning a hand.”

Qiao Jiu, a savvy businessman, caught on quickly. “But the Xiao merchants wouldn’t sit idly by, would they?”

Tang Shen smirked. “Simply showering Xiao merchants with gifts won’t guarantee genuine friendship. If they see you willing to make sacrifices for collaboration—experiencing hardships alongside them—then they’ll truly regard you as a friend.”

With a sly smile, Qiao Jiu remarked, “I understand now. Tang daren, your foresight is unmatched; I could never hope to match it!”

Tang Shen chuckled lightly but thought to himself: Your flattery pales in comparison to mine!

As Qiao Jiu was a trusted subordinate of Wang Zhen, Tang Shen felt reassured leaving matters in his hands.

Later, Tang Shen summoned Lu Shen, who had been visibly gloomy in recent days.

A straightforward military man, Lu Shen struggled to hide his emotions. Seeing his expression, Tang Shen immediately guessed his thoughts. He asked, “Lu Shen, do you feel deceived? Before we left, I promised great deeds, yet since arriving, you’ve been confined to guarding goods at the inn. You must feel I’ve misled you.”

Lu Shen responded more respectfully than before. Bowing, he said, “This subordinate wouldn’t dare. I understand that though Tang daren has remained at the inn, every action of Qiao Jiu is at your command. I know you’re not idle.”

“But you are,” Tang Shen remarked.

Lu Shen did not reply, but his silence spoke volumes.

Tang Shen reassured him, “Do not worry. Today, I have a mission for you.”

Lu Shen’s eyes brightened. “Tang daren, please instruct me, and I will not fail you!”

“This task leaves no room for failure!” Tang Shen’s tone grew stern. He briefly outlined the instructions he had given Qiao Jiu before continuing, “The Liao State’s internal divisions are not limited to the Northern and Southern officials. The Liao Emperor is over fifty years old and carries injuries from years of battle. Among his four sons, the third prince is the most influential, supported by the Northern officials. Your task is to investigate which princes these Northern and Southern officials in Xijin Prefecture are aligned with.”

Lu Shen pondered for a moment and replied, “Tang daren, I will handle this matter thoroughly. However, not all Liao officials may support the princes, as the Liao Emperor is still alive.”

Tang Shen smiled. “How far is Xijin Prefecture from Shangjing (Upper Capital)?”

“More than a thousand miles,” Lu Shen replied.

“Given the Liao Emperor’s declining health, would he send his most trusted officials so far away? Everyone has their own ambitions. Moreover…” Tang Shen paused, his voice thoughtful. “In Shengjing I’ve discovered that even the Grand Preceptor, who holds a high position among the Northern officials, secretly supports the third prince, Yelü Han. If the Grand Preceptor has his own plans, why wouldn’t other officials?”

Enlightened, Lu Shen now looked at Tang Shen with newfound admiration. Though not eloquent with words and flattery, he sincerely said, “You are right, Tang daren. This subordinate will carry out this task at once!”

After Lu Shen departed, Tang Shen sipped his tea, his thoughts drifting.

“If my senior brother were here,” he mused aloud, “he’d probably say that the Liao officials’ disloyalty stems from the Liao Emperor himself.” A heavy sigh escaped him, as he felt a rare loneliness—a scholar yearning for a kindred spirit.

At just over fifty, the Liao Emperor was younger than Zhao Fu by a decade, yet his control over his court was far weaker.

The Liao Emperor, once a fearless and triumphant general, had become an injured and paranoid ruler. Though aware of his officials’ schemes, it was far too late to rein them in. The factions among the officials had grown entrenched, and any attempts to unify them would take more than a single reign.

Sometimes, even schemes require the right audience. Discussing court politics with someone like Lu Shen felt like playing a lute to a cow—utterly pointless.

Nonetheless, Lu Shen, though not the sharpest, was reliable. This was why Zhao Fu had entrusted him to Tang Shen in the first place.

Within ten days, news arrived from Qiao Jiu. The tea they brought from Youzhou had been seized by a group of Liao officials, clearly under the influence of the merchant Yelü Qi.

Qiao Jiu lodged a complaint, claiming his innocence. However, the Liao authorities, indifferent to the plight of a Song merchant, punished him with ten lashes and threw him out of the prefecture office.

At his age, the beating left Qiao Jiu bedridden with a high fever for ten days. By the time Xiao merchants heard about the incident, Qiao Jiu was just starting to recover.

Xiao merchants came to visit him, led by Xiao Lü himself. Upon seeing Qiao Jiu, Xiao Lü exclaimed in fluent Han Chinese, “Brother Qiao, what happened to you? How did you end up in such a state? What on earth did you do to deserve this?”

With a bitter smile, Qiao Jiu replied, “I am but a humble merchant. What could I have done? Mr. Xiao, surely you can guess the reason.”

Xiao Lü sighed, no longer feigning ignorance. “To think Yelü Qi would stoop so low. This is outrageous. Don’t worry; I’ve already reported this matter to daren.”

For the first time, Qiao Jiu heard Xiao Lü mention his “daren.” Though startled, he maintained a calm demeanor and expressed gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Xiao. I’m recovering well now. However, my seized goods are still in the prefecture office…”

“Do not worry,” Xiao Lü assured him. “I will handle it.”

At that moment, Tang Shen entered the room, dressed in fine silk, carrying a bowl of thick herbal medicine. Seeing him, Xiao Lü paused in surprise.

Qiao Jiu introduced him with a smile, “This is my son, Qiao Jing. He accompanied me to the Liao State to sell goods.”

Tang Shen cupped his hands in salute and said, “Greetings, Mr. Xiao.”

Xiao Lü’s gaze lingered on Tang Shen’s face for a moment before he calmly looked away. “Brother Qiao, in a few days, I’m hosting a banquet at my residence to entertain some merchants I frequently deal with. Would you like to attend? Ah, I just remembered—perhaps your health might not allow it?”

Qiao Jiu’s face lit up with delight. “Please don’t worry, Mr. Xiao. I’ll certainly be there.”

After exchanging a few more words, Xiao Lü left the inn. Before leaving, he mentioned that he had a small residence in the eastern part of Xijin Prefecture and offered it as lodging for Qiao Jiu’s group. Qiao Jiu politely declined at first, but Xiao Lü insisted, leaving him no choice but to accept his kind offer.

Once Xiao Lü had departed, Tang Shen frowned slightly. That evening, he called for Lu Shen. “You’ve inquired about this Liao merchant Xiao Lü before. Does he have a preference for men?”

Lu Shen looked utterly baffled, unsure why Tang Shen was suddenly asking such a question. Nonetheless, he answered honestly, “No, not at all. Xiao Lü has two concubines at home. Not only does he not prefer men, but he’s also notoriously indulgent with women. He once caused a major scandal by having a fierce quarrel with his wife over taking in more concubines.”

Lu Shen stared at Tang Shen, his expression plainly asking, Why are you even asking this, daren?

Tang Shen felt at a loss for words under Lu Shen’s gaze.

Perhaps he really was overthinking things. Originally, Tang Shen had met with Xiao Lü today only to assess the man’s character and intentions. However, Xiao Lü’s gaze had lingered on him several times, making Tang Shen suspicious. Coupled with Su Wenyun’s earlier remarks about the topic of sexual preferences, perhaps he had become overly sensitive.

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Tang Shen thought to himself: In any case, it’s better for me to avoid appearing in person in the future.

Later, Tang Shen summoned Qiao Jiu. “I’ve been in Xijin Prefecture for half a month now—it’s about time for me to return to Youzhou. After you attend the banquet, I’ll leave. Don’t worry; once I’m gone, Su Wenyun will arrive, and you can work with him then.”

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The next day, Tang Shen visited the Marshal of the Western Expedition’s residence to visit Li Jingde.

Li Jingde wasn’t home initially, and after waiting for about an hour, the general entered the residence in full military attire, striding purposefully. As soon as he saw Tang Shen, he remarked, “Tang Shen, I heard you had quite the argument with Su Wenyun at the banquet hosted by Youzhou Prefecture’s governor, Ji Zhaosi, yesterday. The two of you clashed fiercely and parted on bad terms?”

Tang Shen’s first thought was: So, General Li can use two idioms in one sentence?

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Sighing, Tang Shen replied, “Indeed, General. I didn’t expect such an embarrassing incident to reach even your ears. Truly, good news never travels far, but bad news spreads like wildfire.”

Li Jingde waved dismissively. “Oh, don’t take it to heart. Not many people know, but this is my territory. What goes on here doesn’t escape my eyes. So, what did Su Wenyun do this time? Tell me, and I’ll help you settle the score since he’s on my turf now.”

Tang Shen raised his cupped hands slightly. “Thank you for your kindness, General, but it’s nothing significant. There’s no need to trouble you over it.”

Since Tang Shen declined to elaborate, Li Jingde didn’t press the matter. Despite his claim, the general was busy training troops and defending against the Liao. He hardly had the time or inclination to seek revenge on Su Wenyun for Tang Shen’s sake; his offer was made more out of courtesy so when Tang Shen refused he didn’t say any more on it.

“You came to see me for a reason, I assume?”

Tang Shen paused before responding, “Indeed, I have a request.” With that, he rose and moved closer to Li Jingde, bowing deeply in respect. Startled, Li Jingde quickly helped him up. “Tang daren, what is this about? There’s no need for such formalities. This kind of bow is reserved for the heavens, the emperor, or a mentor—not for me. Just tell me what you need.”

Tang Shen replied, “Since you’ve asked directly, I won’t hold back. I came today to borrow your token of authority.”

Li Jingde’s eyes dilated slightly, and his expression turned unreadable. His rugged face, now covered with a full beard after months in Youzhou, made his thoughts even harder to discern. Yet, it was clear that Li Jingde, contrary to his outward demeanor, was neither foolish nor impulsive.

After a long pause, Li Jingde asked, “Is it for urgent use?”

Tang Shen answered, “It’s more of a precaution.”

Li Jingde laughed heartily. “Understood. At the end of last year in the capital, you helped me out several times. A mere token is a trivial matter. Come with me, and I’ll get it for you.”

Tang Shen followed him to the study.

The study was lined with bookshelves, which were filled with neatly arranged volumes, including the Four Books and Five Classics as well as beginner texts like the Three-Character Classic and Thousand-Character Essay. A quick glance revealed that most of the books appeared brand-new, their spines uncreased—a clear indication that they served more for show than use.

Li Jingde retrieved the General of the Western Expedition’s token and handed it to Tang Shen. “This token won’t mobilize armies, but within Youzhou, it will allow you to act with impunity.”

Tang Shen bowed again. “Thank you, General. I’ll return it to you within half a month.”

Li Jingde waved him off. “No need, no need. It’s just a token. If you lose it, I’ll make another one. I can even scold Wang Zifeng about it. Your senior brother, now he’s a real piece of work. I might say it here to your face in Youzhou, but back in the capital, I’d say it to his face too! This whole Silver Pull Division nonsense and its silver contracts—what a mess! The people have no way of making a living.”

Tang Shen thought to himself, That’s not how ‘the people have no way to make a living’ is used…

Li Jingde ranted about Tang Shen’s senior brother, Wang Zifeng, for a while. But since Tang Shen had just borrowed the token, he felt it unwise to argue. Thankfully, Li Jingde soon shifted his attention to criticizing Su Wenyun instead. Wang Zhen was truly meticulous in his conduct, leaving no openings for criticism. No matter how much Li Jingde wanted to curse him, all he could say was that Wang Zhen was overly calculating and that the Silver Pull Division was troublesome.

But when it came to Su Wenyun, Li Jingde had a lot more to say.

“Don’t think I’m joking— I can’t stand that little white face either. Two years ago, when I was in the capital, he had just become Junior Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. A soldier from Youzhou was involved in a case that reached the Court of Judicial Review. That little white face showed no mercy! He practically tormented my soldier to death right in front of me. I’ve remembered his name—Su Wenyun—ever since. Don’t underestimate him. Beneath that polished exterior, he’s even more ruthless than your senior brother!”

Tang Shen murmured, “My senior brother might still be worse.”

Li Jingde didn’t quite catch that. “What did you say?”

Tang Shen quickly corrected himself. “I meant, you’re absolutely right, General. I’ll be cautious.”

Li Jingde waved dismissively again. “Bah, I’m just venting. You’re not like those scheming officials—more straightforward. That’s why I like you.”

After this, Li Jingde returned to the military camp, and Tang Shen took his leave.

Watching Li Jingde ride off on his steed, Tang Shen fiddled with the token in his sleeve, sighing in his heart. How could Su Wenyun really compare to my senior brother?

Years ago, Su Wenyun had been inexperienced enough to draw Li Jingde’s ire. But if it had been his senior brother, Wang Zifeng, the general would likely have been manipulated into gratitude, offering thanks with a banner of appreciation!

Tang Shen also realized the benefits of publicly quarreling with Su Wenyun during the governor’s banquet the previous day. While the incident hadn’t caused a major uproar, the right people had undoubtedly taken notice, including Li Jingde.

With this setup, Tang Shen and Su Wenyun could now act without suspicion, covering for each other whenever necessary. Their carefully orchestrated conflict lent credibility to their actions, enabling them to execute their plans without drawing undue attention.

No one else was suitable for this task except Tang Shen and Su Wenyun. This was because many officials knew that three years ago, during the collapse of the Cizhou bridge, Tang Shen and Su Wenyun had developed a grudge against each other, and their relationship had remained tense ever since. With this background, if the two of them had a heated argument, it would seem perfectly natural.

Was this part of Zhao Fu’s calculations when he assigned us this mission? Tang Shen wondered. If so, his shrewdness was truly terrifying.

After preparing for several days in Youzhou City, on the 6th day of the 4th month, Lin Xu, the Director of the Silver Pull Division, came to visit Tang Shen with a few men. Lin Xu arranged for the men to wait at the posthouse before meeting Tang Shen alone.

“This lower official greets the imperial envoy,” Lin Xu said, bowing. “Yesterday afternoon, a letter from Wang xianggong arrived from Shengjing. The matters discussed in the letter have already been handled. The men I brought today are all absolutely trustworthy. Would daren like to meet them?”

“Bring them in.”

Lin Xu quickly ushered the men into the room.

He brought in four middle-aged men. Two of them were burly and well-fed, exuding the air of wealthy merchants. The other two were lean but energetic, with ruddy faces that hinted at a comfortable lifestyle. All four appeared to be merchants, but their demeanor was unusual—they bowed their heads respectfully, standing quietly to one side without the typical nervousness of merchants meeting a high-ranking official.

Tang Shen scrutinized the men, his gaze finally settling on one lean and sharp-featured man. This man’s deeply defined features bore a faint resemblance to Li Jingde. Though neither had Liao ancestry, their appearances were somewhat similar. The man stood with his hands clasped respectfully in front of him, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.

Noticing Tang Shen’s focus, Lin Xu quickly explained, “This is the person recommended by Wang xianggong.”

Tang Shen looked over, surprised.

Lin Xu continued, “In the letter, Wang xianggong mentioned that all four men are trustworthy, and you may choose any of them. However, if you select this man, you can rest assured. Wang xianggong specifically stated that the matters you’ve heard, speculated about, or guessed were uncovered by him.”

This simple statement stirred waves in Tang Shen’s heart.

So Lin Xu truly is a confidant of my senior brother!

For my senior brother to openly mention to him that the Silver Pull Division has a network for gathering intelligence on Liao, it seems I can trust Lin Xu more deeply.

Tang Shen maintained his composure and said, “Then it shall be him.”

The middle-aged man was quick-witted and immediately stepped forward. “This commoner’s name is Qiao Yin, the ninth in my family, so people call me Qiao Jiu. I am willing to serve daren and will not disappoint.”

Tang Shen asked, “Do you understand tea?”

Qiao Jiu replied, “Yes. I’ve been involved in many businesses. In my youth, I traveled south and once helped a friend in the tea trade, though I haven’t dealt in tea for years.”

“Good. Within a day, I need you to become a tea merchant. You hail from Gusu Prefecture in Jiangnan, selling premium-grade Biluochun tea.”

Qiao Jiu agreed repeatedly, showing no hesitation.

Lin Xu departed with the other men, leaving Qiao Jiu at the posthouse.

By evening, a letter from Wang Zhen finally arrived at the posthouse for Tang Shen.

Tang Shen eagerly opened the letter, written on fine rice paper. Wang Zhen’s elegant handwriting unfurled across the page, its graceful strokes reflecting the writer’s refined character.

In the letter, Wang Zhen mentioned that he had sent Lin Xu to assist Tang Shen in selecting people. He told Tang Shen not to overthink it, as he had no intention of interfering. He explained that the Silver Pull Division had long had arrangements in Liao, and it was only natural to hand this task over to Tang Shen now.

“…Today, I admired a weeping crabapple tree with Sir. Its cascading branches reminded me of a beauty’s flowing hair. Thinking of you still in Youzhou amidst endless yellow sands and a spring wind that refuses to cross the border, I couldn’t help but sigh. Sir asked me why I was troubled, and I confessed that I missed my junior brother. Knowing how you love to tease me, yet always fail to gain the upper hand, I thought to share Sir’s jest with you.”

The first long section of the letter was about serious matters, and Tang Shen read it with full concentration. When he reached the end, Wang Zhen suddenly began talking about some amusing personal stories, and Tang Shen’s eyes lit up. During the half-month he had spent in Youzhou City, Tang Shen had been tense almost every day, never relaxing for a moment. Now, upon reading Wang Zhen’s letter, his heart felt warm, and he murmured softly, “Senior Brother, I miss you too.”

The letter continued.

“Sir said, ‘An old saying fits Zi Feng’s sentiment perfectly.’

‘I asked, “What saying?”’

‘He sighed and said, “A mother’s heart worries as her child travels far.”

‘Junior Brother, do you think I should fret over you or not?’”

Tang Shen chuckled, touched by Wang Zhen’s self-deprecating humor. Running his fingers over the ink, he mused aloud, “My senior brother told such a joke, even mocking himself, just to ease my burdens and keep me from overexerting myself.”

His longing for Wang Zifeng grew even stronger, like the burning intensity of the liquor that Youzhou soldiers loved, searing Tang Shen’s heart and mind.

However, after only a moment, Su Wenyun’s words resurfaced in his mind, causing Tang Shen’s expression to turn cold once again.

Three days ago, Su Wenyun could never have imagined that Tang Shen would rebuke him so decisively and without question, accusing him of slandering Wang Zhen and damaging his reputation. Su Wenyun had actually been taken aback and believed Tang Shen’s lies, thinking he had truly misunderstood Wang Zhen. By putting himself in Wang Zhen’s shoes, he even went so far as to apologize to him.

But no one knew that Tang Shen had actually been momentarily swayed by Su Wenyun’s insinuations! His vehement defense had been more out of loyalty than evidence.

Wang Zhen was twenty-nine and still unmarried. The reasons are likely three.

The first was that he hadn’t found anyone he deemed worthy, as his standards are too high.

The second was that he was impotent. Unlike others who might marry and blame their wives for infertility, Wang Zhen would never harm another person like that.

Or… 

“Wang Zifeng prefers men?”

Tang Shen frowned deeply, his face twisted with conflicted thoughts. After much deliberation, he sighed. “Which is better—impotence or being a cut sleeve? Either way, it doesn’t matter. Even if my senior brother prefers men, he’s still my senior brother.” (TN: cut sleeve: A historical euphemism for homosexuality, originating from a tale involving Emperor Ai of Han)

Unconsciously, his fingers tightened around the thin paper, nearly crumpling it. But once he made peace with the thought, he felt a strange sense of relief—perhaps even anticipation.

A faint smile played on his lips as he murmured, “I will stay by his side for life and treat him as family.”

Resolving his thoughts, Tang Shen pulled out paper and ink to write a reply to Wang Zhen.

The next morning, Tang Shen discreetly packed his belongings, leaving instructions for his page boy to remain in Youzhou while he crossed into Liao territory alone. Before departing, he handed the letter to a government worker.

“How long to Shengjing?” Tang Shen asked.

The government worker replied, “Since this isn’t military correspondence, we can’t use express routes. It will take six days. If you need, I can expedite it to arrive in four.”

“No need. Six days is fine.”

“Yes, daren.”

When delivering the letter, Tang Shen ran into Su Wenyun.

The two met in the corridor and exchanged glances.

Su Wenyun sneered with a feigned smile, “Tang daren, what a coincidence.”

Tang Shen cupped his hands in salute. “This lower official greets the esteemed Right Vice Minister of Works.”

Su Wenyun cast him a sidelong glance, took a step forward, and left. Just as they brushed past, Tang Shen whispered, “Tonight, at midnight.”

Su Wenyun’s steps briefly faltered, but he continued forward without turning back.

That night, the city of Youzhou was silent, the only sound the howling spring winds rustling through the poplar trees, creating a constant rustling noise.

On the eastern side of the city, two horse-drawn carriages laden with military provisions clattered toward the city gate.

As the carriages approached, the guards at the gate stopped them and called out loudly, “What are these carriages? What business do you have leaving the city at this hour?”

The man accompanying the carriages, dressed as a servant, stepped forward with documents in hand, smiling apologetically. “Daren, I am a runner from the Silver Pull Divison. A batch of military funds just arrived, urgently needed by General Li, the Marshal of the Western Expedition. We have no choice but to transport it at night. Please see the official seal of the Silver Pull Division and the token of General Li.”

The soldiers of Youzhou’s garrison and the Silver Pull Division never got along. The lead guard examined the documents and confirmed the seals were authentic, including General Li’s token.

The reason the Silver Pull Division was so hated was because other than the fact they supervised all the military provisions there was also another reason. It had always been notorious for its unconventional ways. Nighttime deliveries like this were not uncommon.

The guard hesitated, wanting to create some trouble, but another guard whispered, “It’s General Li’s order. We both know his temper. Let them pass.”

The first guard thought for a moment, then sighed in resignation. “Alright, go ahead.”

The city gates creaked open, and the guards didn’t even bother inspecting the carriages. The two vehicles rolled out into the night without a hitch.

This covert departure of the military funds didn’t raise any alarms in Youzhou. Not even General Li Jingde himself was aware that he had supposedly requested such a transfer in the dead of night.

April 8th. Thick clouds blanketed the sky, obscuring stars and moon alike.

At the Youzhou posthouse, Su Wenyun hadn’t slept all night. He sat at his desk, pouring cup after cup of tea for himself. As dawn broke, he reached for another cup, only to find the teapot empty. His stomach was already uncomfortably bloated with cold tea.

Meanwhile, Tang Shen and his party had successfully exited Youzhou without alerting any parties.

Upon reaching the Song-Liao border, the two carriages transformed. The young man who had claimed to be a Silver Pull Division runner revealed himself as Qiao Jiu’s biological son. Qiao Jiu now posed as a tea merchant from Jiangnan, with Tang Shen and others as fellow traders and Lu Shen among the group as their martial escorts.

The “military funds” in the carriages were now sacks of tea leaves.

At the border, Qiao Jiu produced pre-arranged clearance documents from the Youzhou government, allowing them to cross seamlessly into Liao territory.

Upon entering Liao territory, everything initially seemed no different from the civilian areas of Song. The towns and inns were well-stocked and bustling. But as they ventured further inland, towns became sparser, replaced by nomadic tribes scattered across the landscape. The occasional small towns provided opportunities to replenish supplies.

One stark difference stood out, though.

At the Song-Liao border, the locals had greeted them with hostility, glaring with deep-seated enmity. Yet, deeper into Liao territory, among those untouched by past wars, the attitude shifted to one of arrogance and disdain, openly displayed without reservation.

Battling fierce winds, the group journeyed for six days before arriving, dust-covered and weary, at the Liao capital of Nanjing, known as Xijin Prefecture City.

At the towering city gates, Qiao Jiu, hunched over and obsequious, handed bribes to the guards. Standing before the grandiose gates of Xijin, Tang Shen tilted his head back, staring at the large characters etched above the entrance. He felt a wave of emotion and couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“Gongzi, have you spotted something of interest?”

Tang Shen turned toward the speaker—Qiao Jiu’s son, currently playing the role of a servant. Tang Shen, meanwhile, was posing as Qiao Jiu’s son.

Wrapped in coarse cloth to shield against the sand, Tang Shen’s face was mostly hidden, save for his eyes. He nodded, pointing at the two characters above the gate. “These characters are well-written and even in Han script.”

Qiao Xing replied, “Nanjing wasn’t always called Xijin. The name was changed over a decade ago by the Grand Preceptor of Liao, who also wrote these characters himself.” Lowering his voice, he added, “If gongzi likes the Grand Preceptor’s calligraphy, it’s not impossible to obtain one of his works.”

Tang Shen chuckled softly. Liao rulers writing in Han characters—how good could it really be?

Though the Grand Preceptor’s calligraphy was decent, it was no match for greats like Fu Wei and Wang Zhen.

Realizing his flattery had missed the mark, Qiao Xing wisely fell silent.

After handing over three money pouches, Qiao Jiu finally satisfied the greedy guards and secured passage into the city. The guards, now content, didn’t bother questioning their purpose.

Once inside, the group settled at an inn prearranged by Qiao Jiu.

Standing by the window of his room, Tang Shen looked out over Xijin. The servant helping him unpack couldn’t fathom what he was seeing. But Tang Shen knew.

What he saw wasn’t just Xijin—it was the vibrant, thriving Beijing of a thousand years into the future!

Indeed, the Nanjing Xijin Prefecture of the Liao State was exactly what would become Beijing a thousand years later.

The Liao State was largely composed of tribal alliances, with few large cities within its borders. The most important were its five capitals: Shangjing Linhuang Prefecture, Zhongjing Dading Prefecture, Dongjing Liaoyang Prefecture, Xijing Datong Prefecture, and Nanjing Xijin Prefecture. Shangjing Linhuang Prefecture was the main capital of the Liao Dynasty, while the other four served as auxiliary capitals.

Standing in Xijin, Tang Shen felt a wave of complex emotions. However, he didn’t even know if, a thousand years later, this land beneath his feet would truly become the Beijing he remembered.

Closing his eyes with a heavy sigh, Tang Shen asked, “How’s Qiao Jiu’s side?”

The attendant, who was also privy to the situation and reportedly a trusted aide of Qiao Jiu, replied, “The master has made all necessary preparations. Since it’s already late today, he wishes daren to rest for now. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the Liao State’s trading houses to seek an opportunity.”

Tang Shen nodded. After the attendant left, he blew out the candle, and the room was immediately engulfed in darkness.

Far away in the capital city of Shengjing, within the Minister of Revenue’s residence, Wang Zhen returned from the palace. That day, the emperor had summoned him for a lengthy conversation.

Since the empress dowager’s passing and Zhao Fu’s grave illness, the monarch’s demeanor had noticeably changed. Tang Shen, stationed in Youzhou, remained unaware, but Wang Zhen felt it keenly.

Upon his return, Wang Zhen began changing out of his formal attire with the help of a page boy when his steward knocked and entered with a letter in hand. “Gongzi, a letter from Youzhou.”

Wang Zhen raised an eyebrow. His voice was smooth and clear. “From Jing Ze?”

“Yes.”

A slight smile crept across Wang Zhen’s lips. “Hold off on changing. You may leave.”

The page boy bowed and exited. Wang Zhen, still partially dressed, approached the letter. His slender fingers hovered over the envelope, lingering on the inscription: “To my honored senior brother.”

Opening it, Wang Zhen barely finished the first line before chuckling. He stared at the words for a long moment.

The letter began, in calligraphy style identical to Wang Zhen’s own:

“Honored Senior Brother,

I bow in utmost respect…”

Wang Zhen stopped reading and looked at the opening lines with a pensive smile. Turning to his steward, he asked gently, “You studied alongside me in the Langya Wang family. Am I mistaken in recalling that such phrases are reserved for letters addressed to one’s parents?”

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The steward replied honestly, “You’re correct, gongzi. Those terms are indeed used for one’s elders.”

Wang Zhen laughed softly, shaking the letter. “A letter from my ‘son’ deserves careful attention. You may leave.”

AN: Tang Shen: Daddy, am I your most beloved child?

Wang Zhen: Of course, darling. Where do you want Daddy to show you how much I care? [smiles]

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