The Object That Saw Everything: The Heirloom Seal of the Realm.

I.

There was no glory to be won after war was done. Qin, Han, Zhao, Yan, Wei, Chu, Qi. Six states, divided, following the end of the Zhou. Qin Shi Huang, leader of the Qin, had prevailed to unite Zhongguo under one ruler - the nation’s first emperor. When history is written, it also tends to overlook the events in the aftermath. After eleven long years, the nation was rebuilt. The streets that once ran red with the people’s blood were beginning to clear, with new bonds being forged in the settling dust. After knowing nothing but bloodshed, the people longed for the future. Longed for the time when the nation would be long-lasting, peaceful, and prosperous. As shining as the clearest jade. 

For any new emperor, prosperous fortunes were a must. For Qin Shi Huang, he sought them in his throne room - the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The familiar cold touch of the dragon throne. The view above all the ministers. The first few times he had sat there, towering above, had been customary following his ascension to the throne. Today, he was issuing his first decree. Ministers waited below, silent, but attentive. Qin Shi Huang reached forward, the sleeve of his black robe sweeping across the table, and curled his fingers around a small object, no bigger than the teacup that sat half-empty next to it. He worked his fingers around it, the smooth, unmarred surface of the jade a familiar anchor. The original stone, a prize he had acquired after defeating the Chu, he had ordered for it to be crafted into his seal. If he etched his finger on the underside, he would find those familiar words. The Mandate of Heaven, the right to rule. He had earned it with glory in war. But the seal was the physical proof. Something incontestable, even in the uncertain years after war. Pinching the top of the dragon’s head, he tapped it into the freshly ground inkwell in front of him, before pressing it into the paper spread out before him. The Heirloom Seal of the Realm, officiating its first decree from the Son of Heaven. 

II.

Despite all the Qin had achieved at first, nothing could last forever. Their founding emperor, Qin Shi Huang, had passed in the Taoist pursuit of immortality (drinking a magic elixir, as many tended to, during the time). His son and successor, Qin Er Shi, never lived up to the legacy of his father. It was most obvious in court, as everyone watched the seemingly impenetrable wall shrink as each whisper floated into his ear, each decision and decree the ministers, and the people of the realm, knew not to be his own. The Mandate of Heaven had begun to be shared, despite the physical manifestation of it remaining solely in Qin Er Shi’s possession. The dragon-carved seal, once the physical representation of what his father had built, reduced to a tool to stamp decrees the emperor knew he had no other choice but to accept. But weak will breeds contempt. Contempt and dissatisfaction became pockets of dissent. Small enough to ignore, at first. Until revolts began tearing across the empire, and the rivers ran red once again. The emperor, who had ignored the cries around him until the very end, was succeeded by one who ruled in name as king only. Yet, the conflict was far from over then.

War, like most things, came and went. Even with the appointment of the new king, Ziying, factions still fought for complete control. Eventually, by the will of heaven or some other force, Commander Liu Bang asserted victory, establishing the Han dynasty. With the new imperial dynasty under his thumb, he took on the name Emperor Gaozu. Zhongguo would see peace again. Naturally, the Heirloom Seal of the Realm fell into his hands, passed down by Ziying, solidifying the new era.

III.

The end of dynasties and violence appeared to go hand-in-hand. Well, half of a dynasty. Just as the Qin fell to revolt, as did the, retrospectively named, Western Han. It was a tale as old as history itself - one wrong move and dissent would stir, from one man, or one group, and before anyone knew it, they had enough to challenge the will of heaven itself. In 9 AD, that man was the warlord Wang Mang. Perhaps his seizure of the throne had been unexpected. Perhaps it had not been. Power could turn even the most ascetic man, and with how close it was for Wang Mang, it should not have been as surprising as it may have been. Regency was one step away from legitimate power. And while the heir Liu Ying was still so young, and the empire within his grasp, Wang Mang declared himself the emperor of a new Xin dynasty. 

Of course, he had to legitimise his rule with the Mandate of Heaven. The familiar sight for all Sons of Heaven, the scarlet ink bleeding onto the parchment below. But before Wang Mang could claim his right to rule, Wang Zhengjun, the then empress dowager, had other ideas. How could she allow Wang Mang to usurp her family? To mar the legacy she had built since marrying into the imperial blood? Rather than simply hand the realm over to Wang Mang, she had to show, somehow, that heaven would not stand for his actions. When the usurper demanded the jade dragon, the empress, crimson phoenix robes blowing around her in the howling wind, hurled it at his feet. The crack of the jade hitting gravel was enough to split the heavens like a flash of lightning. 

Everyone liked to claim that they ruled the world, passing around the evidence of their power. For those aiming to rule Zhongguo, that was the seal. But its foundations as the Mandate of Heaven had begun to grow unsteady, worsening with the crack to its physical form. A remnant of Empress Wang Zhengjun’s defiance. Wang Mang had the fissure in the dragon’s form sealed with gold, and the incident passed. But the cracks had started to show themselves. 

IV.

During a time historians would later romanticise, a general finds our seal. In a customary sweep of Luoyang, General Sun Jian recovers the seal from the wayside, forgotten in the commotion. The Han had come to an end, and Zhongguo was once again divided, split into three. Amongst three men fighting for the dragon throne, whoever held the seal would rule the world. It had been hundreds of years since the seal had first been crafted, and the tumultuous history began to show on its surface. The chip of gold from Wang Mang’s usurpation was most notable, with the tiniest of scratches littering the dragon’s back. Marks of a warrior, Sun Jian would normally consider them. But after witnessing the long years of bloodshed and tragedy, he wasn’t so sure. He wasn’t very certain of much in those days – the wars between Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan had torn the country apart in far deeper ways than any of the conflicts he had witnessed before. He could hardly trust himself, let alone some of the allies he had to fight side-by-side with. Some of the greatest minds had cautioned against trusting too blindly, too easily. And he would have been right to keep that in mind, he would think to himself, as Yuan Shao demanded that he hand over the seal. A mere coalition leader daring to make demands of him? He would rather die than give the means to control the empire up. 

An honourable and noble general, Sun Jian maintained his word and died a violent death in battle, leaving his son Sun Ce to inherit the seal. Not one for power, Sun Ce handed it off to a politician named Yuan Shu, wiping himself clean of the dilemma as Yuan Shu declared a new Zhong dynasty in the year 197 AD. With little power behind him, Yuan Shu couldn’t claim heaven’s will for long, as warlords Liu Bei and Cao Cao descended upon him. The story ends in this period with Cao Cao ‘earning’ the Mandate of Heaven and bringing in a new dynasty once again.  The jade dragon had seen much in its life, and would see even more in the centuries to follow, as time passed and everything but itself fell victim to history’s claws.

V.

Dynasties rose and fell. It was a part of the cycle of history. By the time of the Tang, many centuries had passed since the start of united imperial dynastic rule. Only heaven and earth could truly tell the story of the ages, the times remembered, but also those forgotten. Those distant memories. The Heirloom Seal of the Realm could account for the tale since Qin Shi Huang, at the very least. It had seen great nations prosper and fall. It had watched men cross each other, fight each other, but also build together. The nature of longevity. Despite the many pursuits for immortality and power, the miniature jade dragon had achieved it all. 

But when the pinnacle was reached, the only way to go from there was down. Violent death marked the end of every dynasty. Whether through wars, revolt, rebellion, or assassination, it was a constant that couldn’t be ignored. The Tang, which had been one of the more prosperous eras, went down with Emperor Li Congke. Atop a tower in Luoyang, the emperor set the dynasty ablaze. The phoenix may have watched over the empire as long as the dragon, continuing the cycle of rising from ashes and rebirth, but it was nowhere in sight in the gloomy skies. And with the fall of the Tang, the Heirloom Seal vanished from history. Lost to the flames, an object that had represented the will of heaven itself and seen more pass before it than anything else, vanished from history. Time would go on. 

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