HSIAO TSUI (REVISED 2025) 

(Revised by BoSt)

01- YUANFENG

Magistrate Sui Wang had only one son Yuanfeng. Yuanfeng had been born to the Magistrate in his autumn years and though the boy was inimitable (unique) in sensitivity and with his innate generosity, he was unfortunately bit abnormal in the head (mind); nevertheless, the Magistrate focusing solely on the boy’s good qualities, deeply cherished the boy. Throughout his growing years Yuanfeng lacked for nothing; he was schooled painstakingly in all fields of education to enable him to be a fine, upstanding being. Unfortunately, all the other parents in the neighborhood still looked down on the boy and when he reached the marriageable age, despite the promised rich dowry, remained most reluctant to even consider him as potential mate for their daughters. The magistrate and his wife were deeply distraught by this and, were very much concerned for his future well being.  Never mind the grandchildren; who will look after Yuan after the demise of his parents?

Then one day a surprise visitor, a mother with her daughter came to call on the Magistrate. Ushered in and after the customary solicitations she disclosed her willingness to marry her daughter to Yuan-feng without any need for dowry. Most surprising of all was the fact that the daughter was an exquisite beauty with fine manners and above average intelligence. Delighted, the Magistrate could hardly believe his luck at this great good fortune. His wife however, convinced him not to seek ulterior motive to this Heaven sent luck.  The mother of the girl forgoing any details of the pending nuptials said she would return in three days and left behind her daughter, Hsiao Tsui, to allow her and the future in-laws to get to know each other.

The girl was most comfortably housed and given all the comforts of home. Servants’ were assigned to her to see to her every need.  Several days passed but still there appeared no sign of the mother. The Wangs asked the daughter-in law to be, several times, to learn where she previously had lived, so as to send someone to investigate the suspected unforeseen trouble that could have delayed her mother’s return.  However, each time her response had been, a bashful silence and an adorable, coy smile.

02- YUANFENG AND HSIAO TSUI

Meanwhile all this time Hsiao Tsui did not seem to mind) Yuanfeng’s nonconforming (odd, peculiar), insipid (immature) ways. Hsiao Tsui and their son Yuanfeng, meanwhile, seemed to get along just fine. Always well chaperoned they spent many congenial, fun times together. Often Hsiao Tsui would joke and do silly things with him. Their hearty (enthusiastic), loud laughter resounded in the house, bringing constant joy to his parents.   Moreover, ordinarily introverted and very shy, Yuanfeng seemed to come out of his shell lately, filling the air with resounding mirth (jollity) and unending merriment; furthermore, with her directive, he began accomplishing many brilliant art projects, a talented side they’d been blind to till then.  

When the two were too rambunctious in their play, the Wangs didn't have the heart to rebuke them and simply let them be. After half a year’s absence, the Wangs, for propriety sake, concluding the mother may never show, selected an auspicious date for their son's wedding.

Living on the same lane was Censor Ko Wang (no relation though they shared the same surname) who had always been on bad terms with Magistrate Wang and attempted to undermine him (at every opportunity and) anyway he could in the imperial court. Having found out about this situation, Hsiao Tsui one night disguised herself as a well-known ministry official and dressed up two maidservants in green robes. They left the house, and Hsiao Tsui said jokingly, "I want to visit Mr. Wang."

As they arrived in front of Censor Ko Wang's house, she said angrily, "I wanted to visit Magistrate Wang, not the censor! “And with a huff, turned around.

When they arrived home, the doorkeeper mistakenly thought a distinguished guest had arrived and hastily went in to notify the magistrate. Magistrate Wang hurried out. Realizing that it was Hsiao Tsuis’ prank, he said angrily, "The censor has been waiting to find an excuse to frame me. Now I'm doomed. “Hsiao Tsui only smiled and didn't say a word.

03-HSIAO TSUI IN DISGUISE

It turned out that Censor Ko Wang believed the real ministry official had visited Magistrate Wang and thought they were close friends, so he ceased to undermine the magistrate and began to fawn on him instead. Realizing what Hsiao Tsui had done, Magistrate Wang praised her for her cleverness.

A year later, the real ministry official was discharged. A private letter addressed to Magistrate Wang was miss-delivered to Censor Ko Wang. Incensed (enraged) Censor Wang took the chance to blackmail the magistrate for ten thousand pieces of silver. The magistrate was ignorant of the misdelivered letter and refused to pay him the silver.

04- SENSOR KO WANG

Having been denied the money, Censor Ko Wang, fuming, left the premises. As his carriage veered around the corner, suddenly, he observed (spotted, saw) a familiar looking woman pushing Yuanfeng out of the side door. As his carriage passed them by, through the open slit (gap) of the curtain, taking a closer look, he was both surprised and overjoyed, because unmistakably Yuanfeng was dressed up in the imperial cap and gown. Immediately alighting (descending) from the hastily stopped posh carriage, he approached them; then with guile, using placating words directed at Yuanfeng, remarkably achieving his aim, he obtained (retrieved, removed) the boy’s cap and the outer gown. Armed with this incriminating evidence (impersonating the emperor, a crime punishable with sure death), he then quickly returned to his residence.

That same night, Censor Wang filed a deposition (statement memorial) and sent it to the emperor, accusing the magistrate and his son of mutiny against the throne. The emperor, weary of Censor Wang’s growing influence, personally reviewed the furnished evidence; when he discovered that the cap was made of sorghum stems and the gown a dirty yellow rag, he laughed inwardly. Upon summoning Yuanfeng, the discerning emperor saw that the boy was not right in the head, that he was a simpleton, and so passed judgement (determined) that Censor Wang had falsely accused the magistrate. The emperor, moreover, declared Censor Wang guilty of libel and sent him to do military service at border province in Yunan.

05- EMPEROR

The Wangs realized by this time that Hsiao-Tsui was not an ordinary person. Hsiao Tsui would only smile and say, "I'm the emperor's daughter." Further interrogation would not elicit any more response from her.

One day in the summer, being a particularly scorching day, Yuanfeng was about to take a bath. Hsiao-Tsui prepared the bath and helped him into the tub. Feeling the heat and the steam, Yuanfeng tried to escape. But Hsiao-Tsui took a quilt and covered the tub with it. Moments later when the quilt was removed, Yuanfeng was dead.

Upon discovering what had happened, Mrs. Wang screamed hysterically," You lunatic! You murdered my son!

Distraught Hisao Tsui holding back her tears ran away, till she reached the shoreline, there, she quietly implored the Heavenly Lord of the Sea to set things right and remedy her unwitting (innocent) mistake. As it were, after all this time, her affections for Yuan Feng had grown to something akin to tender adoration and deep (genuine) love.

06- HSIAO TSUI

Meanwhile back at home, amidst all the chaos and mother’s sorrow, Yuanfeng had suddenly sat up, opened his eyes wide and let out a guttural moan. He began to recall the past and said it felt like a dream. From that day on, Yuanfeng was disadvantaged no longer. His thinking and behavior were that of a perfectly normal person.

But trouble, once visited, being never too far, later Magistrate Wang was suspected of duplicity (deception) and he was formally charged (accused) of passing his son all these years as an invalid, retarded, to keep him safe at home and away from state or military (obligation) duty. The second incredulous charge which ensued in its wake (aftermath), was that he was accused of witchcraft by members of Censor Wang's coterie, because of his son’s obvious, miraculous transformation to, not just normalcy, but brilliance.

Only one thing remained for them to do: bribe the local official to avoid sure disaster. And so, the Wangs dug out the family treasure, an expensive vase, and were prepared to send it as a gift to the key local official to sway his final judgement.

But ill luck never comes singly; it so happens that on the day the vase was to be packaged and sent in an elaborate box, Hsiao Tsui had picked it up and was admiring the quality of workmanship, when sudden thud on the windowsill scared her and she dropped it on the floor, shattering it to million pieces. Naturally, still not over the chagrin of being discharged, and now seeing the vase in pieces, the Wangs flew into a rage.

Tears once more welling up in her eyes, Hsiao Tsui went to Yuanfeng and said, "The things I have done for your family are more valuable than a vase. Yet, time and again I have been scolded. I have endured all this in silence. After all, the reason I am here is to express my mother's gratitude. She is actually a fox spirit. Twenty years ago she was struck by lightning and was cared by your father. But today with things as they are, how are we to be husband and wife?"

When she finished, she dashed out of the door. Yuanfeng chased after her, but she was nowhere to be seen. After that day, Yuanfeng thought of her day and night. In deep despair, he wept on and on. Even his parents' sincerest apologies were in vain (no consolation). Two years passed, Magistrate was cleared of charges, and the family regained their former status. All had returned to norm, except for Yuanfeng. He still grieved for his lost love, refusing to ever marry.

07- YUANFENG

Then one day Yuanfeng was passing by a walled garden of a modest villa belonging to his family at the outskirts of the city, a summer retreat-property, constructed at the edge of a pristine lake: when he heard a familiar sounding laughter coming from the interior and he stayed the advance of his mount. Climbing up on his saddle he curiously peered over the wall, his heart leaped, and his breath caught at his throat, as his eyes just then fell on none other than Hsiao Tsui!

08-HSIAO TSUI (SAME AS EVER)

He was too impatient to ride to the gate, so he quickly scaled the wall and rushed up to her. After a passionate embrace, holding their hands together and tears welling up in their eyes, the loving couple poured out their stories of longing for each other. Hsiao Tsui’s heart broke seeing the disheveled state that Yuanfeng was in. But still she refused to go home with him. So, under the pretense of convalescing from illness, Yuanfeng moved to the garden to live with Hsiao Tsui.

A year later, because Hsiao Tsui was unable to bear him a child, she advised Yuanfeng to marry someone else. Yuanfeng had adamantly refused at first, but Hsiao Tsui was persistent, so Yuanfeng reluctantly agreed, and decided to marry the daughter of Minister Chung. During the days before the wedding, Hsiao Tsui sewed a hand-made wedding dress for the bride-to-be.

On the wedding day, the bride entered the house. Yuanfeng and his family were flabbergasted to find her resembling Hsiao Tsui in every way.

Yuanfeng rushed over to the garden. Hsiao Tsui was nowhere to be found. Left behind was only a red handkerchief with a jade pendant tied onto it.

FIN

 THE DRAGON LONGZE AND THE LOST DAUGHTER BERDIS (PART 1)

(Original story By Bost 2025)

 

Part 1

A long time ago a mighty hunter called Alec, and his family lived in a modest dwelling alongside the lake near the base of the lofty mountain called DROGA. His only daughter, named Berdis (meaning spirit protection), was a beautiful girl with golden blond hair and blue eyes who from the earliest age seemed sensitive, thoughtful, and highly imaginative. Being rather introverted, she unfortunately, passed most of her time in solitude, and preferring nature and the company of plants, birds and animals to that of humans.

01- CHILD BERDIS

When Berdis was still very young, at night her mother Elin, on Berdis’s urgings, for plain old bedtime stories would never do, always lulled her to sleep with fantastic yarns, or thrilling verbal accounts of old legends passed down through generations. Berdis’s favorite fables always revolved around the mysterious tales that transpired in the forbidden zone known as the unhallowed (desecrated) ground, whom she’d been warned repeatedly, to never go near; and so, in her young years being a sweet obedient child, she’d obeyed, totally shunning that vicinity… A dense forested region, a narrow strip of land which spanned from mid elevation of the mountain down to the sandy shore of the lake. Mortals always fear what they do not understand. Anyhow, trespassers, she was told, without fail would fall under the spell of mystical, hazardous elves, minions (gofers, underlings) of evil spirits, wolf pyxies or fox dryads that dwelt in that unholy region.   Furthermore, tree and wild plant fairies lusted after naïve souls (hence, stole, collected them), as they consistently frolicked in mischievous, mesmerizing revelry; but worst of all, was the mighty, fierce Dragon that lived in a deep cave close to the summit (zenith) of the mountain.  According to old legends, some warriors had dared to enter the mouth of the cave, only to be instantly incinerated by the Dragon’s fiery breath; and since no one came back to recant (disavow, deny) or attest to its truth, this hearsay (and belief) had propagated (promulgated) intense fear and dread since time immemorial.

So fearful were the common folks of that desecrated region   that, whenever they came to close proximity, they always left behind an offering or a token to appease any ill will and ward off malevolence from the supernatural entities.

When Berdis got little older, being sensible but also curious and an idealist (dreamer), doubted the validity of such beliefs; and so, she’d stealthily visited this forbidden segment, yet despite the numerous times she’d trespassed into that area, she had never once experienced (encountered) any threat or adversity. Far from it, everything seemed to instead, welcome her and always made her feel as though she belonged.  Guarding this secret well, meanwhile, she often went missing longer and longer periods, basking, savouring her time in that forbidden zone, exploring in depth every nook and cranny, cluster of trees, bushes or flowers. Young as she was, she appreciated beauty and untamed nature and would sometimes gather strange, wildflowers and plants and upon her safe return, presented these delightful gleanings to her parents along with intriguing, ambiguous (obstruse) accounts of all her adventures that had transpired in her rambles.

Although her parents harbored some suspicion about her trekked venues (sites, places, spots), they were unwilling to prohibit her dubious escapades. She’d always been very gentle and delicate in temperament and nature; therefore, they could not openly articulate their opposition for fear of making her sick; and since she always returned in safety, her furtive visits to this enchanting place had persisted till she grew up in years to her early teens.

Each passing day, gradually growing more adventurous Berdis, ultimately sought the furthest remotest parts of the prohibited area, even ascending to the grater elevations of mountain.  This particular day, as she pensively trudged (trekked) through the barely feasible narrow strip, delving deeper into another unknown section of the region, she had suddenly recollected that old ballad which had alluded to an invisible trail that would rarely and mysteriously manifest for the chosen one, leading her/him eventually to the deep cavern where a fierce Dragon dwelled. She heaved a deep sigh and shook her head, knowing she was not that special, therefore, that would not happen to her.

Just then however, as if in answer, in the periphery of her vision, she noted the suddenly manifested trajectory (route, track) off to the side, inviting her to traverse it.  She placed her hand over her heart to steady her bursting excitement, meanwhile, her feet as though pulled by an irresistible draw, had already delved into the thick foliage and, after many hours of ascending the narrow goat’s path and then subsequently clearing the last obstacle of a  thorny, dense bushes that had obligingly parted to allow her passage, she’d delightedly (chanced upon) encountered an enormous gaping mouth of the huge cavern (grotto).

There was and irresistible pull for her to enter; inexplicably however, she desisted the urge (temptation), and instead, sat in lonely reverie there upon some high promontory of rock near the entrance of the deep cavern (grotto). Positioned amid all the leafy haunts of forest pines but quite close to the cliff’s edge, her eyes next trailed the snaking, downward track which led to the narrow strip of shoreline of the pristine lake.  Despite the distance, her acute hearing just then picked up the harmonious, melodious ripples of the waves lapping against the open shore. Of course, when she returned home just before dusk, this venture was too, added to the pages of her cherished private memory.

She had covertly returned to the mouth of the cave many more times (since) after that day, since the path always manifested, as if a welcome draw (lure, incentive) and, always allowed her a safe passage effortlessly through. Meanwhile, in all that time it had been the mighty Dragon (wielding his innate willpower), who had (checked) prevented her from entering the cave, for had she done so, he would have been (and not by choice,) forced to incinerate her (turn her into ash) with his fiery breath. As testament to this fact, there were vestiges (remnants) of charred bone fragments in several large heaps of ashes positioned only few steps withing the mouth of the cave.

Oh, but she never minded sitting in her favorite spot with her face turned upwards, gazing at the sky and observing the clouds that sailed on by. Sometimes she offhandedly (calmly) noted the smooth flight patterns of the eagles circling the sky; other times she slightly turned her head to gaze with keen eyesight at the languid, shimmering ripples on the lake’s surface far below. Oftentimes, with the gentle breeze caressing her cheeks, her thoughts would linger in lengthy contemplation, as though in communion with the spirit of an unknown force cold and distant, yet curious and fair.

Gradually this ethereal (otherworldly, enigmatic) force thawed, as at the same time elusive, yet almost sympathetic, arcane vernacular encroached (impinged, intruded) her mind. She embraced this with certain fascination, her heart alternately soothed or pulsated, by these most engaging stanzas, ancient limericks and thrilling chronicles, those he chose to share. Emboldened, she at times sought its divine guidance and solace, wanting to lighten her soul and alleviate the melancholy that seemed of late to grip her heart.

Then came the day which she affirmed her innate intuition, that she was indeed all that time, had been conversing with the Dragon that inhabited the cave; moreover, she now learned of his name: Longzi.

05- DRAGON LONGZE (1)

Once, when her father Alec remained afar on the hunt later than usual, and it was feared that he could be overwhelmed by a tempest, or encountered some misfortune, Berdis had surreptitiously, in her room lit a candle, knelt on the side of her bed and, palms held together in supplication,  called onto her Dragon friend Longze in prayer for his help, knowing despite his confinement in the cave, he could still direct (order)  the nature’s elements, as well, engage his minions and  spirits’ help to speed her father’s safe return. He had not disappointed her.

 By then, her initial inhibition had given way to genuine fondness of this noble, wise Dragon, whom she lately called, a dear old friend; furthermore, all during the long snowy winter, where it had been inadvisable for anyone to venture out into wilderness, she secretly yearned to go see him, disregarding the portended (expected) dangers. Strangely enough, it was Longze that each time discouraged her from this foolish aim, asking her to be patient a little while longer instead, when her trek would be safer during the more moderate temperatures, and later still, he promised to be with her (he did not say how,) when she reached the age of consent, which in her mountain village, was sixteen.

To alleviate her persistent concerns, he often kept in touch with her during her sleep, but always in vernacular (language, dialect, lingo) and never in an image (appearance, likeness). Perhaps he did not wish to frighten her.

Progressively, as their souls touched (feeling and thinking same), they had become little more than good friends and eventually he’d allowed himself to implicitly trust and feel unwavering affection (love) for this mortal girl. Though he had never outwardly professed (declared) it, in his heart and soul, he had already chosen her to be his eternal love.

On her subsequent visit which the warmer temperatures had allowed it, Longze imparted to her via scant details, gently as he could, the reasons for his execrable confinement. He had done this (as he’d been forbidden to do) with guarded, wary and indirect words, using references to enigmatic lyrics, cagy verses, tender dirges (laments). She had learned then, through insinuation and guesswork, the gist of his harrowing sentence, years of sorrowful plight (ordeal, torment), which came about because he had once pitied the offender, had failed to punish (destroy) and so, breached (violated) the ironclad Heavenly Law. For his disobedience, he’d been imprisoned in that cave, chained to the wall, for over three thousand years.

06- DRAGON LONGZE (2)

 As Berdis had listened to the voice in her head, her heart was so wrenched that, she’d shed quiet tears in deep sympathy of his endured pain. He loved her all the more for this, though next he did his best to lighten her mood. There was another concern, a secret that had long prayed on his mind, but this one he chose not to divulge, as the outcome pended on an unforeseen circumstance; instead, he communicated to her that, fortuitously, his sentence was nearing an end, about the time when she reaches the age of consent (16 years old), choosing to steer (guide) her thoughts in the direction of hope.  

A week later, again stealing away to the mouth of the cave and while reclining pensively against the young pine-tree, she’d fancied that she had heard Longze’s voice sweetly addressing her. At first it had been scarcely more than a sigh, but gradually it had grown more pronounced: 

"Sweet maiden,” said the melodious whisper. “Pray think of me not just a Dragon; but as one who is fond to be with thee; I, with my tall and scaly strength, with my bright fire red eyes, a nodding star high up in the night’s sky, one that every evening sparkles above thee. Thou art having captured my heart, Berdis; before you retire to bed, (and succumb to sleep), walk to the window and cast your gaze up to the sky, to heavens and be at peace. Fly from men who are false and cruel, and quit the tumult of their dusty strife and instead embrace this quiet, gentle regard (honour, affection). Rest over thy head on my chest, and I will carry you up to the stars. I will breathe a perfume like that of flowers over thy happy evening rest. I'll waft thee o'er the waters of the sky-blue lake. I will deck the folds of thy mantle with the sun's last rays. Come in spirit, as often as you desire, and we’ll soar over the mountain free, riding the gentle (clouds) winds, together in the land of the stars."

These riveting, enchanting words were drunk in with an eager ear by Berdis, and in time the tiny buds of love in her heart transformed into full blossoms, her mind made up she’d sworn thence, to forsake all other. Returning to the spot time after time, she’d listen with intent to hear more akin declarations of love, but the voice thereafter had become only an inaudible murmur and then, it had ceased altogether. Though alarmed, in her heart the hope persisted and flourished with a sure conviction that on her sixteenth birthday, whatever tribulation that beset (affected, plagued) him, it would be satisfactorily resolved.

In the meantime, now that she was in her mid-teens (15 years old), she’d grown into an exquisite beauty, and many young men in the village was secretly smitten with her.  Springtime, being sign for renewal, they sought to win her attention, akin bees drawn to an exquisite flower for pollination. She paid no heed to any of them however and continued to secretly frequent the fairy grounds at greater length; then on her return, became even more introverted. Disenchanted by all the mundane, trivial, hollow mortal pursuits, Berdis would oftentimes sit vacantly (indifferently) when she was cajoled (coaxed) into partaking with the many springtime festive occasions, celebrations and communal events; sometimes, she even feebly made the effort to join, just to appease her parents, though her heart was never in it. Increasingly detesting these irksome obligations, she walked among her people with detached air, her heart suffused in melancholy, as though she was a passing spirit not belonging to that world anymore.

In fact, gradually with the passing of each day her secret communions with the phantom Dragon had so intensified that it had captivated her heart entirely.  Meanwhile, her growing strange detachment from the accepted norm now alarmed her parents who began suspecting that some evil spirit had enticed her into its clutches and had cast upon her a charm which she had not the power to resist.

08- ALEC AND ELIN (BERDIS'S PARENTS)

In private conversations late one night before going to bed, her father and mother had even considered those amassed marriage proposals that had been subtly offered but carefully put aside (for future consideration); an acceptance of one, could provide the means to ground Berdis in reality and rescue her from her furtive (secret), dire, obsession.

Among the considered suitors was a handsome, but rather conceited young man, three years older than Berdis, called Tamuz; and being the only son of an affluent merchant, he never lacked for anything. With such a propitious marriage, she would be well provided for. What Alec and Elin did not know however, during one of the spring festive events, Temuz had brazenly approached her, so sure he was of his charms, inviting her to be his partner for the finale (climax) group dance; however, the unthinkable had happened when she had flatly rejected him, choosing to partner instead, with the timid young man called Kenny, that stood beside him. From that moment on, with his vindictive nature unleashed, she had been marked for conquest, to be subdued and tormented by his hand, under the banner of matrimony, in months to come. As his parents had patiently awaited the response to the recent marriage proposal put forth to Alec, Temuz meanwhile, taking matters into his own hands, had stealthily engaged his bond servant to discreetly monitor Berdis’s comings and goings, looking for key opportunity to sully her reputation, hence to succinctly, even earlier, achieve his diabolical aim.  

09-TEMUZ

He did not have to wait for long, when one day at crack of down, Berdis was seen secretly leaving her home and heading into the woods. Informed thus, Temuz, was soon in hot pursuit.  Quickly overcoming his innate fear, Temuz, had unseen followed Berdis into the depths of the forbidden zone and subsequently, concealed by a huge trunk, he had overheard Berdis, quietly seated at a rock, by the side of the Cavern’s opening, murmuring to some phantom companion, her entreaties (appeals) just then: “Oh, my dear, dear friend!” Berdis had whispered, her heart palpitating with intense emotion for gradually, though she’d never laid eyes on him, Dragon Longze’s gentle, wise, noble ways had captivated her heart and made her fall deeply in love with him. “Dear, sweet and gentle master of the skies and the foaming lake do not forsake me now, but visit thou my nightly pillow once more, shedding over its silver dreams of mountain brook and pebbly rivulets. Spirit of the starry night; lead my footprints to the blushing, burning passionflower that shines with a carmine hue. Why have you been silent these last few months, speak to me, I entreat you,” she’d pleaded, looking away from the beautiful young pines which lightly swayed their green leafy limbs over her head and gently brushing her face, to cast her passionate gaze at the entrance of the cave. “I am here my love. Embrace me, your Berdis, with thy powerful mind, liken to the ones spring unfolds from its sweetest flowers, or hearts that to each other show their inmost adoration. Soon, my dear, when your chains are no more, we shall be together, never to part.”

“Ahahh!!! I caught you now, you wanton (lustful) harlot! How long have you been having these immoral rendezvous?” Temuz stepped forward from his hiding place, threateningly shaking his fist. “To think we all believed you were so pure, so pious!  Hah!”  With his ugly, hateful visage, he advanced menacingly towards her, to grab her arm and drag her back, so as to denounce her publicly in the centre of the village.  

End of Part 1

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