The China Bride

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waste of your rescue." With a tired sigh, she perched on the edge of the bed. "I am truly Jin Kang, Chenqua's linguist. But once I was Troth Mei-Lian Montgomery." That explained the crisp Scottish accent. Her natural voice was very different from the hesitant tones of Jin Kang. Listening to her made him homesick for his mother's Highland home. "Your father was a Scottish trader?"
    "Yes. His name was Hugh Montgomery. My mother was his concubine. I was born and raised in Macao, and educated in both languages and cultures." Unlike diffident Jin Kang, Troth Montgomery met his gaze with the directness of a Western woman.
    "Your father died?"
    "When I was twelve. My mother had died the year before. There was no money, so Chenqua took me in. He'd been my father's agent. Since I could be of more value to him as a male, I… became one. I have been Jin Kang ever since."
    "All the time? To everyone?"
    She nodded. "Chenqua's household knows I am female, but there is a… a kind of tacit agreement that I am officially male. That is how I dress, and how I am treated."
    He tried to imagine her life—denied her true nature, a product of mixed blood in a nation that despised foreigners. "So you live between worlds in more ways than one."
    For the first time her gaze dropped, concealing her thoughts. He took the opportunity to study her more closely. The slant of her eyes was pure Chinese, exotic and lovely, but her Scottish father's influence was in the modeling of her features, longer and more pronounced than the face of a Cantonese woman. She'd also inherited height from her father, but her build was light and graceful, more Asiatic than British.
    It was hard to tell much about her figure. The loose, high-necked Chinese garments concealed her body very effectively. Her masquerade would be much harder to carry off in Britain.
    How could that slender frame conceal such strength? Knowing she had the ability to defeat half a dozen men was both intimidating and curiously alluring. "I've never seen anyone fight like you. How the devil did you do it?"
    "I am skilled in kung fu, the fighting arts," she explained. "There are many forms. I practice wing chun , which was originally developed to use female strengths and weaknesses."
    He rubbed his throbbing head, trying to absorb the wild improbability of the young woman in front of him. Troth. A fine Scottish name, meaning truth and loyalty. "I've never seen anything like your wing chun . Can all Chinese do what you did? "
    "If they could, you'd be dead," she said dryly. "Mastery of the fighting arts is rare and secret, the skills passed from teacher to disciple. My nurse in Macao was hired to be my mother's servant and protector, and she was an expert in wing chun . She began to teach me as soon as I'd learned to walk."
    "I didn't know that Chinese women could be warriors."
    "There have been some. Once there was even an army of widows. One of China's favorite legends is about Mu-Lan, a dutiful daughter who took her father's place in the army and served with great valor." She rose and donned the dark cap again. Her demeanor changed, her shoulders slumping and her expression blank. "I must go now."
    "Wait!" Not wanting to lose her so soon, he raised a hand involuntarily and was rewarded with another stab of agony for his trouble. Biting back a curse, he said, "It's late now, but I want to talk with you again soon, Miss Montgomery."
    "There is no Miss Montgomery. Only Jin Kang."
    "That's not possible, now that I know better. There is so much I can learn from you." He gave her his best smile. "Surely there is no harm in our talking."
    "No harm to you. For me, yes."
    "Would Chenqua be angry that your identity is known?" She hesitated. "He would be most displeased, for he gave strict orders that no one in the trading community could know my true nature. Female servants are not allowed among the Fan-qui , and if the governor's people learned of me, Chenqua would be punished, and perhaps his whole household

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