Why this book

This was Jin Yong's very first novel, born in 1955 across the pages of a Hong Kong newspaper. From this single story grew the whole modern world of wuxia — chivalrous heroes whose dazzling martial arts serve justice, brotherhood, honor, and the aching dream of a wounded nation set free.

The Story

In the reign of the mighty Emperor Qianlong, a secret brotherhood called the Red Flower Society moved through the land like a whispered rumor. They were Han patriots and peerless masters of the martial arts, sworn to drive out their Manchu overlords. But their beloved old leader now lay dying.

These heroes were no common bandits. Each had sworn a solemn blood oath of loyalty, and each had earned a fearsome nickname in battle. Therefore when their beloved old master fell, the brotherhood needed a new leader truly worthy of such fierce and gifted men.

With his final breath, the old master named the man who would lead them: Chen Jialuo, a young scholar-swordsman, gentle as a poet yet lethal with a blade in his hand. Therefore the fate of the whole brotherhood now rested upon a leader barely more than a boy.

The brotherhood's first great trial was to free a captured comrade, Wen Tailai, who alone guarded a priceless and deadly secret. Therefore Chen led his heroes against the emperor's soldiers, and in a whirling battle of flashing blades and moonlit rooftops, they tore their brother loose and fled.

With their comrade freed, the heroes learned why the emperor hunted them so fiercely: Wen Tailai carried the explosive secret of the emperor's true origins. Therefore, to protect that secret and their cause, the Red Flower Society rode hard for the distant western frontier, the emperor's hounds close behind.

But the emperor's relentless soldiers chased them far across the burning deserts of the western frontier. There, among the proud Muslim tribes of that harsh and beautiful land, Chen's road suddenly collided with a fierce warrior on horseback, who mistook him for an enemy and attacked without warning.

The warrior proved to be Huo Qingtong, a Uyghur princess armed with whip, sword, and a temper like summer lightning. They dueled long and hard, yet neither could defeat the other. Therefore grudging respect grew between them, and that respect slowly, quietly warmed into love.

Side by side, Chen and Huo Qingtong turned to face a vast Qing army marching to crush her people. With brilliant cunning, they lured the soldiers deep into a wilderness of shifting sand and starving wolves and utterly destroyed them. But the hard-won victory would come at a bitter, personal price.

In gratitude, the Uyghur people welcomed Chen as a treasured friend and ally. Among the ruins of an ancient desert city, he and Huo Qingtong grew ever closer, and it seemed their two hearts had truly found a home. But fate had a crueler design in store.

For then Chen met her younger sister, Kasili, called Princess Fragrance for the sweet, unearthly scent that clung to her skin. Her beauty could halt a marching army. But Chen's torn heart began drifting away from the sister who loved him, toward the sister he had only just met.

Just then, word arrived that his mother had died, and Chen was called home to mourn. There, sifting through her final belongings, he uncovered a secret buried since the very day of his birth. His own elder brother had been stolen as an infant and raised, in perfect silence, inside the Manchu palace.

That stolen child had grown into none other than Qianlong himself. Therefore the emperor of all China was Chen's own flesh and blood — a Han man secretly wearing a conqueror's crown. In that shattering instant, Chen glimpsed a path to freedom that no army on earth could ever offer him.

When at last the secret brothers stood face to face, the air between them trembled with hope and danger. Qianlong saw in Chen the loving family he had never known. But he also saw the one man who could shatter his throne with a single spoken word.

Chen sought out his hidden brother in secret and laid his daring offer before him: reclaim your true Han birthright, expel the Manchu rulers, and reign over a free and reunited China. Tempted, yet frightened, Qianlong seemed to agree. But an emperor's promises, Chen would learn, are written on water.

For Qianlong had already glimpsed Princess Fragrance, and he now burned with desire to possess her. Therefore the emperor named her as his price — his cooperation with the whole rebellion given only in exchange for the one radiant woman Chen loved above his own life.

The demand struck Chen like a blade to the chest. To betray one brother's trust, or to betray his own beloved and his people — there was no clean escape. Therefore he agonized alone through the long night, weighing a single woman's happiness against millions of lives.

Princess Fragrance went willingly, trusting the man she had come to love with her whole innocent heart. She believed, as Chen did, that in giving herself up she was helping to free a suffering people. But she was walking straight into the jaws of a merciless deceiver.

But deep inside the palace walls, Princess Fragrance uncovered the real and monstrous truth. Qianlong had never once intended to keep his sworn word. Therefore he was secretly plotting to slaughter her people and wipe out the entire Red Flower Society, down to its very last man.

Trapped, watched, with no way to run, she had only one weapon left to wield. Therefore Princess Fragrance took her own life, and with the very last of her fading strength she sent Chen a desperate warning — a final message that cost her everything she had to deliver.

The warning reached Chen just in time to save his brothers, but far too late to save the dream itself. Betrayed and broken with grief, the Red Flower Society cut their bloody way free and vanished into the vast western wilderness, their great rebellion left forever in ruins.

Chen never forgave himself for trading love away for a lie. Therefore, standing over the fresh grave of the woman he had failed, he swore that the Red Flower Society would fight on — that one day the Han people would rise, whatever the cost, whatever the years.

Huo Qingtong survived, but the man she loved now carried a grief that no love on earth could ever reach. The heroes buried their fallen dead, and the desert wind carried away forever the last faint scent of a princess who had chosen death over betrayal.

What it means

Torn between the woman he loved and the freedom of an entire people, Chen made the cruelest choice of his life. He surrendered Princess Fragrance into his brother's hands, telling himself that her terrible sacrifice would surely purchase a whole nation reborn in liberty.

Here lies the wound at the very heart of the story. Chen tried to win a nation's freedom through blood ties and clever bargains, and in the end lost both the woman and the war. Jin Yong warns us that tyranny honors no promise, and no cause on earth is worth betraying the one you love.

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