Ting was the great rival of the emperor’s senior wife, who was not on the set. But the emperor was. He sat on the throne wearing an orange-coloured silk coat with huge flared sleeves over a multi-coloured undergarment like a floor-length dress. His hat was a cap with a little spike, and he had a drooping moustache. He was played by Wen Jin, a tall, romantic-looking actor, the heart-throb of millions of Chinese women.
Ting was being angry, berating the emperor, tossing her head, her eyes flashing defiance. In this mode she looked supernaturally desirable. Kai could not quite make out what she was saying, for the room was large and she was speaking in low tones. He knew, because she had explained to him, that shouting did not play well on television and the microphones could easily pick up her quiet vituperation.
The emperor was alternatively conciliatory and stern, but he was always reacting to her, never taking the initiative, something about which the actor often complained. Finally, he kissed her. The audience looked forward to such scenes, which happened infrequently: Chinese television was more prudish than the American equivalent.
The kiss was tender and lingering, something that might have made Kai jealous had he not known that Wen Jin was 100 per cent gay. It went on for an unrealistically long time, then the director, a woman, shouted: ‘Cut!’ in English, and everyone relaxed.
Ting and Jin immediately turned away from one another. Ting patted her lips with a tissue that Kai knew was a sanitizing wipe. He walked over to her. She smiled in surprise and embraced him.
He had never doubted her love, but if he had then a welcome such as this would have reassured him. She was obviously delighted to see him, even though it was only a few hours ago that they had had breakfast together.
‘I’m sorry about the kiss,’ she said. ‘You know I didn’t enjoy it.’
‘Even with that handsome man?’
‘Jin’s not handsome, he’s pretty. You’re handsome, my darling.’
Kai laughed. ‘In a craggy sort of way, maybe, if the light’s not too good.’
She laughed and said: ‘Come to my dressing room. I’ve got a break. They have to move to the bedroom set.’
She led the way, holding his hand. Once inside her dressing room she closed the door. It was a small, drab room, but she had brightened it with some of her own stuff: posters on the wall, a shelf of books, an orchid in a pot, a framed photograph of her mother.
Ting climbed quickly out of her dress and sat down in her twenty-first-century bra and panties. Kai smiled with pleasure at the sight.
‘One more scene and I think they’ll wrap for the day,’ Ting said. ‘This director gets things done fast.’
‘How does she manage that?’
‘She knows what she wants and she has a plan. But she works us hard. I’m looking forward to an evening at home.’
‘You’re forgetting,’ Kai said with regret. ‘This is our night to have dinner with my parents.’
Ting’s face fell. ‘So it is.’
‘I’ll cancel, if you’re tired.’
‘No.’ Ting’s face changed, and Kai knew that she was acting Bravely Facing Disappointment. ‘Your mother will have prepared a banquet.’
‘I don’t mind, honestly.’
‘I know, but I really want to be on good terms with your parents. They’re important to you, so they’re important to me. Don’t worry. We’ll go.’
‘Thank you.’
‘You do so much for me. You’re the rock of stability in my life. Your father’s disapproval is a small price to pay.’
‘I think my father secretly likes you, in his heart. He just has to keep up the facade of stern puritanism. And Mother no longer even pretends not to like you.’
‘I’ll win your father over in the end. What brings you here this afternoon? Nothing much to be done at the Guoanbu? Americans being understanding and helpful to China? World peace imminent?’
‘I wish. We’ve got a little problem. Someone has been saying that you criticize the Communist Party.’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, what a stupid idea.’
‘Of course. But the report has reached Li Jiankang, and naturally he wants to make the most of it, to damage me. When the minister retires – which can’t be long – Li wants his job, whereas everyone else wants me to have it.’
‘Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry!’
‘So you’re being investigated.’
‘I know who accused me. It’s Jin. He’s jealous. When this show started he was supposed to be the star. But now I’m more popular, and he hates me.’