open post: Empress Liu Mingyan

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan has a lot on her mind.

In the three months since Luo Binghe vanished into thin air, Xin Mo abandoned at the foot of his throne, his Empire—her Empire—has... changed. The throne remains empty, of course—to have anyone else claim it, even temporarily, would be conceding that his absence is unintentional, either accidental or, more likely, a malicious coup. Whoever did the claiming would be the prime suspect for mal intent, including Mingyan herself. So it sits, empty, at the center of his great hall, Mobei-Jun standing sentinel beside it, never to be looked at directly by any visiting dignitary or sniveling demonic petitioner.

She's been redirecting all audiences to her wing of the palace instead. Her hall is not quite so grand, but it is nearly as imposing, and her own throne no less terrible and beautiful. When Luo Binghe is in residence, she primarily uses this hall for meetings with her network of all-female spies—not because Luo Binghe doesn't know about them, in his vague and uninterested way, but because Liu Mingyan has learned from experience that if they encounter him they turn very quickly from useful and competent agents to fawning and lovestruck young maidens, and then it's only a matter of time before they join the ranks of the harem. Liu Mingyan does not resent this; there would be no point. But she prefers to conduct her business in private nonetheless.

Now, of course, even from her own throne many of her edicts must be delivered as if they're orders that Luo Binghe left for her to give. Ning Yingying has been surprisingly useful on this front; despite Liu Mingyan's disdain for what she believed a naive and trusting heart who had given up her sect loyalty to marry for love, Ning Yinging does know Luo Binghe, perhaps better even than Liu Mingyan does, offering insight into what Luo Binghe would have said, if he had in fact instructed Mingyan on how to handle this matter. Liu Mingyan does not always take this advice—she does not always want to do what Luo Binghe would have done, especially as his absence stretches from days into weeks into months, but she does not resent it, either.

In truth, what Liu Mingyan resents is the idea that Luo Binghe will return, and she will be expected to relinquish rule back to him, and everything she has built—the tenuous and confusing peace between herself and Sha Hualing, and thus the quelling of the constant threat of southern rebellion; the ease with which she receives the other wives and soothes their fears, rather than holding herself above them;¹ the shifted tenor of court itself, with fewer public displays of violence²—all of it will go back to normal, and Liu Mingyan finds she has less taste for normal every day. It's not that she doesn't want Luo Binghe to return—of course she does—but she wishes that somehow he might return different. It's a futile thought, and a disloyal one to think about a man who created this life for her, a man she cares deeply about, but she cannot deny that she thinks it.

So when she steps down a secret stairway into a corridor that should lead to her chambers and ends up in an unfamiliar hallway instead—the light entirely wrong, the architecture unfamiliar—her first thoughts are uncharitable. It seems obvious that this is the same trap that ensnared Luo Binghe. It also seems unfair to make her the one to bring him home, and be the agent of her own undoing. She'll do it—he is her husband, and while that doesn't mean the same thing to her as it does many of his wives, it does mean something significant, as undeniable as it is ill-defined—and her Emperor. But—

She sets her jaw behind her veil and wraps her fingers around Cheng Luan's hilt, proceeding silently down the hallway.

[NSFW: Susan's thread, Janet's thread]

¹ Well, sometimes she's still above them. If you know what I mean.
² Not that there has been no violence—it's just generally conducted elsewhere. Her floors are harder to clean than Luo Binghe's.

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[empressliu]

"One of--" Liu Mingyan stops, and considers. She had developed a method for estimating the size of Luo Binghe's harem, over the years, but he's been gone for three months, and she has to remember not to add the wives who would normally be added in that time. The exact number--and all of their names, families, and circumstances of courtship--is of course recorded in her archives. "Approximately one hundred and five," she finishes. "But--our relationship is... unique, among them."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oh my God," Janet says. Like, she knew there were multiple wives. She and Luo Binghe have talked about that. But one hundred and five? This is a Warren Jeffs situation. Worse, actually! He didn't even crack a hundred! "He's that outnumbered?"

Jesus. Okay. Wait. Focus. "Unique? What's that about?"

[empressliu]

"We do not share a bed," says Liu Mingyan coolly. "I cultivate a chaste path, and thus choose not to lay with men." She raises an eyebrow. "'He'?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Thank God. That was still kind of a faux pas, but at least this incredibly hot woman isn't going to be sad about Luo Binghe not fucking her anymore. It's weird, actually -- the first thing Luo Binghe ever did with Janet was to try and put the moves on her, but now it's almost impossible to imagine him with a woman.

"So, gay means... he's not interested in women like that. At all, I'm pretty sure."

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan's eyebrows quirk. This would, actually, explain some things--the difficulty, expressed in whispers in the dead of night, that some of the wives had bringing him to completion--not to hardness, never to hardness, but--they confessed--sometimes that made it worse, as if he were a jade pillar in truth, giving pleasure automatically without the engagement of his head or heart, without the wives' efforts touching anything true. But--she struggled to understand it then, and she struggles to understand it now. "How is such a thing possible?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

"How is it possible to be gay?" Janet asks incredulously. "I mean, that's a matter of debate. Maybe it's genetic. Or not." She pauses. "Or are you asking how it's possible for him specifically to be gay? That I couldn't tell you. It seems like after wife number ninety-nine, he should have started noticing women weren't doing it for him."

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan laughs, a tiny thing, mostly air, that shifts her veil so it sways. "Guo Tanglang would have mixed feelings about being the final straw, I'm sure. That's his ninety-ninth wife—she's marvelously tall." And one of the newest additions to Liu Mingyan's nocturnal social calendar. She shakes her head. "I meant—" adopting Janet's bluntness, "—how it is possible for anyone with a pulse not to be interested in women."

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oh." Janet grins, the grin of someone realizing a situation they're in is even better than they thought it was. She uncrosses her arms and puts them on her hips instead. "That's a stumper, actually. Totally beats me."

[empressliu]

"I suspected we might be in accord." Liu Mingyan eyes the odd sticks strapped to Janet's back with interest. "You are a woman of battle?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Sometimes." Janet plucks the staves out of their bindings and weighs one in each hand, giving Liu Mingyan another little smile. "These can turn into axes with my magic. Honestly, I don't actually have to use them that often. The visual is pretty effective."

[empressliu]

Axes! Liu Mingyan's eyes sparkle with interest. "I'm sure it is impressive indeed. Might I beg you for a demonstration?" Her own grip shifts on Cheng Luan; she hopes it might be an interactive one. "Perhaps outside?"

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's smile widens, turning a little on the feral side again. "I won't say no to that, as long as it's mutual." She cocks her head down the hall in the direction of the closest exit.

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan sets off that way immediately. She hadn't been entirely convinced there was an outside, when she'd made the suggestion, and she's surprisingly relieved to step out into golden autumnal sunlight.

The grounds here are odd; the grass cropped too short, leaving vast swathes of empty lawn that look neither like they could support crops nor like a proper training yard. She shrugs—one must be adaptable—and turns back to Janet, bowing fluidly to her as one duelist to another.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Huh. Sure. Janet summons up all the queenly poise she can, which is a reasonable amount, and returns the bow as best she can. It's probably not perfect, but she does okay.

Then she focuses on Sorrow and Sorrow, heavy and comforting in her hands. This is the easiest kind of magic for her, and it flows easily -- for once, she doesn't even need words or gestures, just intent, and the axe-heads form out of pure ice on the ends of each stave, the frost spangling her hands and up her forearms.

[empressliu]

Oh, that was impressive indeed. It's as if Janet's axes are an extension of her, somewhat like Mobei-Jun's ice blades, but it's a look Liu Mingyan appreciates far more on this fierce, alien Queen. "Beautiful," she says, loud enough for Janet to hear, and then draws Cheng Luan in a shimmering arc and waits for her to come.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's pretty sure she's going to get her ass kicked again, if Liu Mingyan is anything like as powerful as Luo Binghe, but she might as well have fun with it. It goes down easier from someone like her anyway. So she takes a second, axes shining in her hands, and then advances to attack. It's not subtle -- she doesn't really do subtle. It's just Janet swooping in, feet not quite touching the ground, one axe poised to come down on Liu Mingyan's blade and the other poised to parry.

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan steps forward and sideways as Janet's axes come down, so that rather than hitting her blade straight on and threatening to jar it from her hands the blow slides down the blade and behind Liu Mingyan, hopefully overbalancing Janet with her own momentum. As Liu Mingyan completes the motion, stepping past her opponent, Cheng Luan's tip slices clean through the shoulder-seam of Janet's jacket and the blouse beneath, leaving her skin untouched. Liu Mingyan spins to face her again, eyes lingering on that slice of pale shoulder.

[sorrowandsorrow]

The move basically works, and Janet has to catch herself; it helps that she's levitating just a tiny bit as the ice keeps creeping up her arms toward her elbows. "Hey!" she says with one of those adrenaline-fueled laughs. "Watch the jacket!" She has to toss Sorrow (as usual, not to be confused with Sorrow) into the air and let it spin for a second so she can tug her jacket off her shoulder, switching hands on the other axe in order to toss the whole thing off to the side.

[empressliu]

"My apologies," calls Liu Mingyan, entirely insincere and not trying to hide it at all—after all, not watching the jacket had yielded such high rewards. The people here wear so scandalously few layers; one motion and Janet is nearly undressed.

She is a sportswoman, so she waits until Janet is fully armed again before she leaps forward, aiming a blow at her side.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Shit," Janet says under her breath, although she manages to just twist away and dodge that one. How is Liu Mingyan even doing this? There's another slice taken out of her blouse, with absolutely zero damage to her actual person.

Well, whatever. Janet recovers pretty fast, skidding back on the grass for a split second before she's off the ground again, coming back toward Liu Mingyan with axes crossed in hopes of trapping her blade.

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan sees the move for what it is--a snare, and then perhaps a disarm--but she's interested to see if Janet actually has the strength to pull it off. She swings Cheng Luan down into the trap of her axes, pressing close. Her veil flutters away from her mouth, letting Janet see just a glimpse of her own fierce smile.

[sorrowandsorrow]

Well, shit -- the smile is more effective than the move. The air's gone from Janet's lungs for just a fraction of a second, and she bites back another laugh. The longer this goes on, the more she legitimately wants to impress Liu Mingyan.

At first they're locked like that, the axes around Liu Mingyan's blade, then Janet says, "Hey. Let me show you something." Since they're not actually trying to kill each other, she figures Liu Mingyan might grant her the time for her favorite trick: she mutters under her breath, quick and fluid, and then Woven Strength settles around her, and suddenly she's a lot better-positioned to try and wrench that sword out of Liu Mingyan's grasp.

[empressliu]

The sudden surge of strength genuinely takes Liu Mingyan by surprise; she is used to a vast array of demonic and cultivator trickery, but she knows of no talisman that can change an opponent's abilities in the thick of battle. She could try to resist, and may even succeed, but it would sorely tax her, and she's not sure she could free her blade rather than just refusing to relinquish it.

So she doesn't. She lets go of Cheng Luan's hilt and ducks under Janet's arms, grappling her around the waist and bearing her backward onto the grass.

[sorrowandsorrow]

"Oof," Janet gets out as she's tackled onto the ground. "Hey!" But the good thing about Woven Strength is how easy it is to plant her axes in the grass on either side of herself and grab Liu Mingyan by the wrists in order to flip her so that Janet's the one on top, straddling her waist.

[empressliu]

Liu Mingyan has not been knocked flat on her back by a human with no golden core since she was a child, and that had been nothing like this. Janet has her pinned down by the wrists, her strong thighs bracketing her hips. Their chests heave in unison, the slashes Liu Mingyan inflicted earlier on Janet's clothing allowing tantalizing glimpses through to the skin beneath: the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach. Liu Mingyan's lips part, only half obscured by her veil, which has come askew. She presses up into Janet's hold; not truly attempting to break it, just testing, and enjoying the strength she is testing against.