Mingmei Yip - The Nine Fold Heaven

It is hard to believe that The Nine Fold Heaven is already my fifth novel published by Kensington Books. While my life has been, fortunately, much easier than those of my heroines, the road to creating a novel is a long and sometimes arduous one. This is a process that needs a lot of nurturing, encouragement, and advice.

Though writing is a solitary journey, I have been fortunate to have many people help and cheer me along the way.

The first one I have to thank is my husband, Geoffrey Redmond, an endocrinologist and excellent writer with six books to his credit. Geoffrey is my eager first reader and honest critic, who is also patient and accommodating to his wifes eccentricity, long writing hours, and weeks of living on Chinese takeout.

I would like to thank the wonderful Kensington group, which has given me warm support throughout the years: my wonderful editor, Audrey LaFehr; the always helpful Martin Biro; publicists Karen Auerbach and Vida Engstrand; as well as President Steven Zacharius and Vice President Laurie Parkin.

I would also like to thank my agent, Susan Crawford, at Crawford Literary Agency, as well as Lewis Frumkes for inviting me to the wonderful Hunter College Annual Writers Conference, where I met many of our eras greatest writers and some of their most enthusiastic readers.

And special gratitude for the friends who have given me needed encouragement and support, especially Teryle Ciacica, Eugenia Oi Yan Yau, and her husband, Jose Santos.

Dear Reader,

This is a work of fiction, set in 1930s Shanghai and Hong Kong, a relatively lawless time. It was a time of extremesfrom sybaritic luxury to abject poverty. I have tried to describe both extremes: the indulgences of the rich and the plight of the poor. Actually, for those at both levels life was full of dangers.

The rich were often involved in corruption, but others were always trying to usurp their place, either by guile or by murder. Those without money were treated as expendable, particularly the many children abandoned to orphanages. Some passages in what follows are disturbing, but they are based on actual travelers observations. Unfortunately, similar conditions still exist in some parts of the world. But I also feel that conditions in the world will not improve unless we face them honestly.

But there are always some who overcome even the worst of circumstances. I like to write about those women throughout history who overcame their misfortunes and, like the dragon, soared to the nine fold heaven.

Three months ago, I was singing to loud applause in a Shanghai nightclub; a few days later, I became unexpectedly wealthy. But immediately I fled Shanghai in a fusillade of bullets to hide out in a run-down apartment in Hong Kong.

In the British Crown Colony, my days were calm, but my nights were troublednot by bullets but by dreams. When I slept, my baby kept disturbing me, either running on his chubby little feet or babbling to himself. But I had never met him in this life, my little treasure whom I had called Jinjin, meaning Handsome Handsome. In my mind he looked just like his father, Jinying, Handsome Hero, whom I had left behind in Shanghai and whose face rose up before mebleeding, scared, abandoned.

As I looked back over my life, though I had known only twenty Springs and Autumns, it seemed to stretch out endlessly behind me, filled with treachery and loss.

Id led a double life, but not by my choosing. I was the singer Camilla, known to Shanghais beautiful people as the Heavenly Songbird. But while admired by my fans for my freshness and innocence, I was secretly a spy assigned to send Shanghais number one gangster boss Master Lung to the Yellow Springs. For my real boss was Big Brother Wang, head of Shanghais Red Demons gang, who had rescued me from the Compassionate Grace Orphanagebut only to prepare me for this fatal mission.

Orphaned when I was four years old, the word love had been torn out from the dictionary of my life. From my first days with Big Brother Wang, I was trained to charm others but to have no emotions myself, as befits a cold-blooded murderess, assigned to eliminate Wangs arch enemy, Master Lung of the Flying Dragons gang.

But despite all the effort put into my training, love had somehow tiptoed into my life. Whether this was heavens gift or punishment, I could not tell.

It happened because of Lung Jinying, the son of the man I was to assassinate and the father of our little Jinjin. Now they had both vanished from my life. Was this heavens planto give me a taste of the sweetness of life, only to snatch it back? Or was it karma for something Id done in a forgotten past life?

Most of all, I was anxious to know the situation and whereabouts of my lover Jinying, and our son, Jinjinif he was still in this life or already departed for the next. And, too, there was Master Lungs bodyguard and my other lover Gao. He had taken a bullet for me and, after the shoot-out at Master Lungs villa where Id taken the gangster bosss money, brought me to the ship that had carried me to safety in Hong Kong. Had he survived, or had he lost everything because of me?

All these events in Shanghai were as in a past life. My twenty-year life now seemed unreal to me, like a movie. Was I about to leave the theater forever?

But three months after Id made my escape, I decided to go back to Shanghai to find out.

In Shanghai, I was a multifaceted diamond glittering before my enthusiastic audiences, but now I felt like a street rat chased by people wielding sticks and knives. I knew that I had stepped onto a path of no return. I now had not just one enemy, but two, and they were no ordinary enemies, but the two most notoriously relentless gangsters in lawless Shanghai.

After I decided to go back to Shanghai where Id run away from, planned to do something that Id never done before: go to a Buddhist temple to pray for my safe trip to Shanghai and an equally safe one back. Although I was not a superstitious person, I needed to rest my mind and pacify my heart. After all, I was a fugitive from two gangs and a criminal in the eyes of the law.

However, I knew well these matters would not be decided by my praying, no matter how sincere or urgent, but my dark karmawhich so far was as bad as a rotten apple.

The Pure Light Temple was remotely situated in Diamond Hill on the Kowloon peninsula. I chose this small temple so as to minimize my chance of being recognized. However, I doubted any monks or nuns read gossip newseven in the unlikely event that there would be any Shanghai gossip in Hong Kong newspapers.

The tanned and wrinkled rickshaw puller abruptly stopped at a small gate, inside of which was a muddy path. Miss, you have to walk fifteen minutes to go to the temple.

Why cant you just take me there?

He pointed a knotty finger to the scorching sun above. Miss, the path is filled with holes. You want me to have a heat stroke, set my rickshaw on fire, and ruin my business so my family will starve?

There was no way to argue with this. All right, I said, paid him generously to soothe my guilt, then got off.