The Jing Dynasty had no princes outside the imperial surname, so dukes held the highest rank. There were currently twenty-seven dukes at court. Their ancestors had naturally rendered unparalleled service to the dynasty, but as time passed, those old achievements inevitably faded. Some dukes had lost any real power and gradually been pushed to the margins. In a few more years, they might well become mere ornaments.
As the emperor's childhood study companion, Duke He was not like the Duke of Lu, whose low profile nonetheless gave the impression that he could never be shaken, but at least he had no need to worry about such things. The clearest sign that he still enjoyed imperial favor was that he, rather than anyone else, was sitting amid the fine, downy rain at Pure Enlightenment Temple.
Pure Enlightenment Temple was a detached imperial residence as well as the Jing Clan Imperial Clan's private temple. He was not here today to chant sutras and pray for blessings on His Majesty's behalf, but to entertain an honored guest as His Majesty's representative.
He did not worry about his power or position, but he did worry a little that sitting too long on this cold, damp ground might leave him unable to get out of bed tomorrow-he had not sat on a meditation cushion in many years. Had he not gained considerable experience while studying at One-Thatch Studio in his youth, he felt he might topple over at any moment.
At this thought, he could not help inwardly grumbling about this honored guest. Then he remembered the other party's legendary mind-reading divine ability, and his heart tightened. He hurriedly invoked the Buddha's name several times in silence, wreathed his face in smiles, and looked into the depths of the quiet chamber, veiled by layer upon