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while i was rereading the grandmaster of demonic cultivation again its about the two woman that came to lotus pear sisi and bi cao, there was something its about the reaction the cultivators had about there stories I was thinking what these two woman represent?
Hi! I've written a meta on Sisi before--she's one of the most important minor characters, I think.
I think her pairing with Bicao exists to make the reader ponder their own questions about what righteousness means and what justice is. After all, Sisi is a prostitute who openly admits to sleeping with married men, is coerced into assaulting someone to death, and is physically scarred. On the surface, she seems like someone society will and does indeed condemn.
But Sisi is the bravest, most righteous character in the entire story. She is not ashamed of what society and life have done to her; it's not like she had a choice in any of the above, after all, and while it's convenient to blame her, she had literally not a shred of freedom her entire life. At least not from whenever she entered the brothel, and we know from Jin Guangyao's comments about Meng Shi that the women there weren't there out of their own free will.
And yet, Sisi comes forward knowing people will condemn her purely to get justice for the other prostitutes who were coerced into this and then murdered. They were the ones not even brothels wanted anymore--too old, too sick, too ugly. The ones every last bit of society threw away, and she came to face scorn solely to get justice for them. She directly says this.
In contrast, Bicao came forward for money.
Now, that's not inherently a bad thing. Bicao is a servant. She's part of society, unlike Sisi, but she's not well respected or anything like that. However, Bicao knew about Qin Su's mother being raped by Jin Guangshan, knew about the Jins being siblings, and said nothing--fair enough. There's nothing wrong with wanting to survive. Where we do get into dubious moral territory is when she directly goes to Qin Su and gives her the letter.
Wei Wuxian himself notes that Qin Su had to have immense trust in Bicao to instantly believe its contents. She emphatically states that Bicao would never lie to her.
But Bicao also knew the likely outcome of her revealing this to Qin Su--that it endangered her, that she would probably be suicidal if not in danger from her husband, and Wei Wuxian directly says this as well. Bicao handed the letter to Qin Su for money knowing it would mean her misery, ostracization from society at best, and death at worst.
Bicao's not a blood relative of Qin Su, of course, and there's a tendency to be like "oh, she's a servant, she owed her nothing." To a degree, sure, but also to another degree we're absolutely supposed to compare and contrast Bicao's treatment of Qin Su with Wei Wuxian's treatment of the Jiang family, and with of course Sisi's treatment of her sisters in the brothels (which we know was always the case from how she protected Meng Shi). Wei Wuxian was derided for his disrespect of the family that took him in despite being the son of a servant, yet gave literally everything, even his golden core, to try to help the Jiangs.
We're also supposed to compare and contrast Bicao and Sisi, both of whom reveal information damning the child they once protected. Bicao did it for money and was aware of what she was doing. Sisi did it for justice and, as far as we know, was not aware that Jin Guangyao was Meng Yao.
This itself of course leads to questioning Nie Huaisang's quest for justice and whether his justice is the same flavor as Sisi's. He freed her because she served his purpose, not out of any desire to free her because she is a human being who doesn't deserve to be locked up forever. He paid Bicao to sacrifice Qin Su, who was completely innocent. Yes, he couldn't have known everything that came from his actions but he definitely knew the likely possibilities (again, Wei Wuxian explicitly says this).
These comparisons invite us to question justice and its link to power, to society, to what we owe one another, and to what it means to be righteous. These are good thematic comparisons wherein the point isn't even "Sisi good" and "Bicao bad" (which can be true even while acknowledging that Sisi is framed much more positively) but instead a multilayered approach designed to provoke questions rather than simple answers.
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“Please, Qin-furen,” Bicao begged. “Just one spoonful.”
“No, no,” she said dazedly. “I mustn’t, I mustn’t…”
“But why?” Bicao cried, at her wit’s end. Several weeks ago she would never have dared speak to her mistress in such a way, but Qin-furen had been barely eating since the wedding, growing paler and weaker. She was now confined to her bed, and spent her waking moments in a confused haze. She hadn’t eaten even a mouthful in four days now, and no one could discern why. Even when fully cogent she would deny feeling ill, simply turning her face to the window and staring out, unresponsive, until all questioning stopped.
“I mustn’t!” Qin-furen cried with more vehemence than she’d spoken in weeks, startling Bicao so badly she spilled some of the long-cooled soup onto the floor. She didn’t think it mattered.
“Mustn’t eat?”
“I must… must…”
“Yes,” Bicao encouraged, feeling momentarily hopeful. “You must eat, Qin-furen, even a little. Qin-zongzhu is terribly worried, he’d be so happy to know you’d—”
“No!” Qin-furen shouted weakly, a thin hand shooting out to grasp Bicao’s shoulder as though to stop her from leaving. “He can’t know! Can’t.... I don’t… Can’t know, he can’t know.”
Bicao despaired at her confusion. She did not have to feel Qin-furen’s brow to know her ever-present fever had flared again.
“Okay,” she soothed. They had learned not to try and reason with her during these fits. “He won’t know. Everything is okay, Qin-furen.” Bicao patted her hand where it still clawed her shoulder, but she knew in her heart this was a lie. A pall had hung over the sect for the last few weeks, the sect leader rarely emerging from his workroom. No one spoke too loudly, laughter came infrequently.
Everyone knew their mistress was dying.
Qin-furen had always been a kind mistress, if distant, and Bicao had spent so long in her company that seeing her like this was truly painful. She patted that trembling hand again and rose to fetch the cloth and basin that were never far from Qin-furen’s side, gently cooling her face, neck, and chest with water, her own hands less than steady. “There, Qin-furen,” she said as she had after taking down her mistress’s hair every evening for years, a catch in her voice. “That must be better.” Qin-furen did indeed seem more relaxed, her eyes a little clearer as she watched Bicao through her long lashes. The illness had thinned her face, her skin dull and pale where it seemed to hang on her skull, her hair always matted with sweat and tangles, but Bicao could still see the beautiful, proud woman she had been.
“Bicao,” she croaked.
“Yes, Qin-furen? Would you like some water? Or broth?”
“No, Bicao. No.” She closed her eyes tiredly for a moment before turning her face towards the window. She was silent for a long time. “I am dying, Bicao,” she said in the end.
“Oh, Qin-furen, you mustn’t say that!”
“Mustn’t I? It is the truth. It is…” She closed her eyes again, this time seemingly from some strong emotion. She pressed a shaking hand to her face, but soon lost the strength to hold it up.
“Qin-furen…” Bicao’s voice was choked with tears.
“Don’t weep for me,” Qin-furen whispered without opening her eyes. “You mustn’t weep for me. This is what...what I deserve.”
“Oh, Qin-furen, no! How could it be?”
“How?” Qin-furen huffed in terrible amusement. “How could it be what I deserve,” she mused dizzily. “How could it be…”
Bicao waited, but she seemed to be drifting again. Desperate to extend the moment of clarity as long as possible she prompted again. “Yes, Qin-furen, how?”
Qin-furen opened her eyes and gazed glassily at her “How?” She whispered. She blinked a few times. “Bicao. Bicao.”
“Qin-furen?” Bicao leaned closer.
“I am dying. I am—I must, I must.”
“Must what?”
“Confess,” Qin-fruen sighed, seeming to lose what little life was left in her with that breath. “Repent.”
“Repent?” Bicao repeated in confusion. “Repent what?”
“I...I have allowed…” Qin-furen’s eyes slipped shut for a moment before she rallied, drawing some little strength forth to bolster her through her confession. Bicao leaned in far too close for propriety’s sake, unwilling to miss a breath of what could be her mistress’s final words.
The story she was told shocked Bicao to her core. She felt nausea mix with a terrible pity in her belly, so overcome she hardly noticed when Qin-furen’s face went slack against the pillow, her troubled breathing evening out into sleep. Bicao had the same view of the lecherous sect leader as every maid her age, but to think, his best friend’s wife! And his son was apparently just as depraved—knowingly marrying his own sister! Bicao’s gorge rose and she stood to turn away. No wonder Qin-furen felt the need to repent. Such a horrible sin—if even a portion of it was her fault it was surely too much for one woman to bear. Bicao’s heart ached for her, even as her stomach rebelled.
“You…” She whispered on a whim, back still turned to the sleeping woman. “You don’t need to repent, Qin-furen. I—” it was unforgivably audacious for a maid to say this to one of the gentry, but Bicao had long since crossed that line “—I forgive you.” It was not her absolution to give, but it was all she had.
A rustle sounded from behind her. When she turned she found Qin-furen awake again, eyes open, staring out her window.
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Kinda unrelated to the main topic of this post but ya know what I just realized sucks most about the Bicao-Qin Su situation? Even though Bicao shows a less than noble character by only speaking up because bribery, QS trusted/cared for her so much, to the point of firmly protecting her from JGY even when he paralyzed her. QS risked herself to help BC, but it took a bracelet for BC to help her posthumously...��
NGL she ranks above, uh... Jin GuangShan and Wen RouHan and that’s about it in my list of characters lol. For me she’s ranked lower than JiaoJiao and Wen Chao :P Like Wei WuXian points out that BiCao did seem to know how fragile Qin Su was (though we know she had the potential to be strong; I mean she stood up to the entire cultivation world for Jin GuangYao and “insisted she wanted to be his wife!”) and decided to just pass her the letter and let her figure out what to do from there anyways because of a bracelet.
Just. Wow, BiCao. Wow. SiSi has genuine courage. You do not. (Again it’s the novel beating us over the head with the idea that despite the fact that BiCao is shown respect by the world and SiSi is not, SiSi is the one who’s actually more righteous.)
Qin Su was a good woman who would go to hell and back for the people she loved. We see that with BiCao, Jin GuangYao, and her words about A-Song. That should have been respected, rather than torn apart by people seeking their own self-aggrandizement or self-protection. At least I absolutely sympathize with Madame Qin wanting to protect herself from revealing that trauma (I can say she should have told her daughter, and she should have, but tbh I cannot even emotionally fault her for not doing so), and empathize with Jin GuangYao when put in the original situation where there was kind of no real good option (with the pregnancy and the marriage), but BiCao I really... can’t. We don’t know much about her but from what we do know she was satisfied to do this for a simple bracelet, so yeah. Not much for me to like. :P
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