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Volume 41: Biographies of Diwu, Zhongli, Song, Han

Chapter 47 of 後漢書 ✓ Translated
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Diwu Lun
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Diwu Lun, courtesy name Boyu, came from Changling in the Jingzhao commandery. His forebears belonged to the Tian families of Qi; when many of those clans were moved into the tomb parklands, they took surnames from their place on the roster—his branch became "Diwu," the Fifth.
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Even as a young man he was stiffly principled and acted with a strong sense of right and wrong. When Wang Mang fell and rebellion spread, his kinsmen and neighbors rushed to rally under his banner. He threw up fortified camps on defensible ground. Each time raiders came he rallied his men, put every bowstring to the ear, and threw them back. Dozens of bands over the years—including the Bronze Horse and Red Eyebrow armies—failed to break him. He first reported to Prefect Xianyu Bao as leader of the camp. Bao was impressed and gave him a post on the official staff. Later Bao was caught up in some matter and was demoted to magistrate of Gaotang. As he left he took Lun's arm in parting and said, "If only we had met sooner."
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He went on to serve as village overseer, balancing corvée and taxes, untangling old quarrels, and earning genuine goodwill. Believing he would never rise after years in minor posts, he moved his household to sojourn in Hedong under an assumed name, calling himself Wang Boqi. He hauled salt between Taiyuan and Shangdang, and everywhere he went he cleaned up manure from the road as he passed—so travelers took him for a wandering ascetic. Friends and family lost track of him entirely.
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A few years later Xianyu Bao recommended him to Yan Xing, governor of Jingzhao, who at once appointed him chief clerk. Chang'an's mints were riddled with cheating, so Lun was named superintendent of coinage and given charge of the capital market. He standardized weights and measures and straightened out the bushel and peck. The market ran fair—no favoritism—and the people trusted him. Whenever he read an imperial rescript he would sigh and say, "Here is a true sage-king—one meeting with him would settle everything." " His companions jeered: "You cannot win over a mere commander—how would you ever sway the Son of Heaven?" " Lun answered, "I have not yet met the patron who would understand me—that is all. Our paths simply did not cross."
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In Jianwu 27 he was recommended on the filial-and-incorrupt list and posted chief physician to the Huaiyang principality, accompanying the prince to his fief. Emperor Guangwu received him in audience and was deeply impressed. In the twenty-ninth year he came to the capital with his prince and, joining the princely staff, gained an audience. The emperor questioned him on statecraft; Lun answered cogently on policy, and the sovereign was delighted. The following day he was summoned again and talked with the emperor until nightfall. The emperor teased him: "They say you flogged your father-in-law when you held office and took meals only at your cousin's table—any truth to that?" " Lun replied, "I have married three times, and none of my wives' fathers was still living." I grew up in famine and chaos and never dared impose on others for meals." The emperor roared with laughter. As he withdrew, an edict named him magistrate of Fuyi, but before he could take up the post a follow-up order elevated him to governor of Kuaiji. Though he held a governor's salary, he cut hay and groomed his own horses while his wife cooked the meals. He kept only one month's grain from his pay and sold the rest at low prices to the poorest of his people. Kuaiji was given to lavish, illegitimate shrines and to fortune-telling. People routinely slaughtered oxen for unauthorized cults until households were bled dry. Anyone who ate beef without dedicating it to a shrine was said to fall ill and, before death, to low like a cow—yet one governor after another had feared to ban the practice. When he took up his post he circularized every county under his command and published clear rules for the people. Shamans who invented spirit possession to terrify the credulous were arrested and prosecuted. Anyone who butchered cattle unlawfully was fined or punished on the spot. At first the populace was frightened, and a few muttered curses; Lun pressed prosecutions harder until the abuses stopped and calm returned.
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In Yongping 5 he was recalled to answer a legal charge. Young and old clung to his carriage and horses, wailing as they followed; his escort could cover only a few miles a day. Lun pretended to halt at a relay inn, then slipped away by boat. When the crowd realized what he had done, they set off after him again. By the time he reached the court of the commandant of justice, over a thousand clerks and commoners had petitioned at the palace gates on his behalf. At that moment Emperor Ming was hearing the case against Liang Song, and many others were pleading for Song as well. Annoyed, the emperor ordered the petition office to refuse any more memorials on behalf of the Liangs or the governor of Kuaiji. When the emperor inspected the prison rolls at the commandant's court, Lun was cleared and sent home. He farmed his own land and kept aloof from public life.
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A few years later he was named magistrate of Ququ, where he singled out the village aide Xuan He for promotion. He went on to govern Jiujiang and Pei, earning renown for incorruption; good order followed him everywhere, and he rose to finish as grand minister of agriculture.
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After four years in office he was promoted to governor of Shu commandery. Shu was rich country; officials and gentry flaunted fortunes in the millions, drove glossy carriages behind spirited horses, and bought influence with money. Lun sent every clerk who lived in luxury packing and replaced them with poor but honest men. Bribery dried up and the paperwork ran straight. Many of his picks rose to ministerial rank and governorships; contemporaries said he had a gift for reading character.
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Seven years into his tenure Emperor Zhang came to the throne and plucked him from a remote post to succeed Mou Rong as minister of works. Out of respect for Empress Dowager Mingde, the emperor favored her brother Ma Liao and his siblings with high office. The Ma brothers poured energy into building connections, and every ambitious gentleman in cap and carriage scrambled to court them. Believing the empress's kin had grown too strong, Lun urged the court to rein them in and submitted a memorial that began:
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When Ma Fang was named general of chariots and cavalry and prepared to lead the western campaign against the Qiang, Lun offered another memorial:
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This servant believes imperial in-laws may be ennobled as marquises to keep them wealthy, but they ought not be handed substantive offices. Why? Apply the statutes strictly and you wound family feeling; show partiality and you violate the law. I understand Ma Fang is bound west on campaign. Given the empress dowager's kindness and Your Majesty's deep filial devotion, I fear the slightest friction could strain ties that deserve the utmost care. I hear Fang has appointed Du Du retainer attendant and lavished gifts of silk and cash on him. Du was disgraced in his home county and lived as a lodger in Meiyang; his sister married into the Mas, and he traded on that connection until the local magistrate, fed up with his abuses, jailed and convicted him. His arrival in Fang's camp already raises eyebrows; appointing him staff officer risks dragging the throne itself into gossip. Choose worthy aides for him now; do not let Fang handpick his own men again—it would damage the expedition's standing. What I feel I cannot keep from reporting.
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None of his advice was adopted.
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For all his austerity, Lun despised petty officials who ruled by cruelty. As one of the three dukes he served under a mature sovereign whose reign brought many good measures; Lun submitted a memorial praising those achievements and urging that they become lasting moral example:
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After the Ma clan fell and was sent back to its fiefs and the Dou family began to rise, Lun addressed the throne again:
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Unworthy as I am, I hold a minister's burden. I am by nature dull and timid, yet honor and duty weigh on me; I mean to steel myself and would face death a hundred times without flinching—especially in an age when plain speech is dangerous. We inherit the slack habits of many reigns: clever words are prized and men veer onto crooked paths—few hold the straight course. I observe General Dou Xian of the imperial guard—imperial in-law, commander of the palace corps, moving freely within the inner palace. He is young, ambitious, modest, and eager to do good; it is natural that he should gather clients. Yet those who haunt great houses are usually men under stigma or sentence—few are humble scholars content with poverty. Ruthless careerists hawk their services and swarm his door. Many warm breaths can shift a mountain; enough mosquitoes buzz like thunder—that is how arrogance and excess breed. Wits in the capital joke that if great families fall under ban, other great families must rinse them clean—like curing a hangover with more wine. Sycophants who thrive on intrigue must not be indulged. I beg Your Majesty and the palace to instruct Dou Xian and his circle to shut their gates, avoid politicking with scholars, and choke trouble before it starts. Forethought now will preserve Dou Xian's fortune and keep ruler and ministers at ease, with never a hair's breadth of suspicion. That is my deepest hope.
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Lun served the state with absolute integrity and never trimmed his counsel to please. When his sons tried to dissuade him he drove them off with a rebuke. Petitions and policy suggestions from subordinates went to the throne sealed—such was his impartiality. Plain-spoken and little given to rhetoric, he was known in office for incorruption and likened to Gong Yu of the Western Han. Yet he lacked polish and paid no heed to dignified bearing, for which some underestimated him. Someone once asked him, "Are you free of private feeling?" " He said, "Once a man offered me a famous horse. I refused it, but whenever the three dukes held nominations I still thought of him—yet I never put him forward." When my nephew was sick I visited him ten times in a night, then slept soundly afterward; when my own son fell ill I might not go to his bedside, yet I lay awake all night. Can anyone call that impartiality?" He repeatedly asked leave to retire on grounds of age and health. In Yuanhe 3 he received a formal dismissal with a pension at the full governor's rate for life, plus fifty thousand cash and a government residence. He died some years later in his eighties; the court sent a lacquered coffin, burial clothes, and cloth for mourning.
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His youngest son Jie inherited his title and served as governor of Guiyang, Lujiang, and Nanyang, earning praise at every post. When the heir apparent who became Emperor Shun was cast aside, Jie—then a grand counselor of the palace—joined Coachman Lai Li and others in besieging the palace gates to protest. When that prince became emperor he promoted Jie to court architect; Jie died in that office. Lun's great-grandson was Zhong.
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Appreciation: Diwu Lun cut a severe figure—no mild Confucian gentleman. Yet read his memorials: again and again he argues for leniency. Perhaps he meant to cure an age addicted to harsh rule. The ancients wore bowstring and soft leather as their pendant—reminders to balance firmness with give. Lun did much the same. A gentleman may live richly without lèse-majesté or plainly without demeaning inferiors; ruling a vast commandery is hardly the same as mucking stables. Unless that stern edge was deliberate counterweight, he could not be called a man of true equipoise.
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Zhong, courtesy name Xingxian, devoted his youth to principle; as soon as he entered office his name led the rolls across his province. During Yongshou he was dispatched to Ji Province as a ministry clerk on an imperial fact-finding mission. Auditing disaster relief, he impeached governors and subordinate officials by the score; many were punished or dismissed, and dozens fled their posts. On his return the court judged his mission a success and named him chancellor of the Gaomi marquisate. Xu and Yan were overrun with bandits, and Gaomi lay between them. Zhong stockpiled grain, drilled his troops, and put such fear into the robbers that his district heard no alarm drums; within a year thousands of refugee families came home. His performance earned him transfer to chancellor of Wei.
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He was promoted to inspector of Yan Province. Shan Chao's nephew Kuang governed Jiyin and abused his connections with greed and license. Zhong meant to arrest and indict him but had no agent he trusted for the job. Learning that his aide Wei Yu had a reputation for fearless integrity, Zhong summoned him and laid out the whole situation. He said, "They say you do not flinch from the mighty. I need to charge you with something serious—will you take it on?" " Yu answered, "Let me prove useful—even a blunt knife gets one good cut." Yu rode straight to Dingtao, sealed the yamen, and arrested over forty of Kuang's clients and personal clerks. Within a week he had documented embezzlement on the order of fifty or sixty million cash. Zhong memorialized against Kuang and joined the indictment of Shan Chao as well. Cornered, Kuang sent killers after Yu, who saw through the plot, rounded up the conspirators, and extracted a full confession. The province was shaken; at court officials spoke of the affair with awe.
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Meanwhile bandits led by Sun Wuji on Mount Tai terrorized the whole area, and local authorities could not bring them to heel. Yu urged Zhong: "The heartland has known peace so long that men have forgotten how to fight, while Mount Tai's terrain favors the brigands—they slip through our fingers." Even picked troops would struggle in those hills. Let me go talk them into submitting." Zhong agreed. Yu went and laid out the stakes. Wuji promptly brought more than three thousand followers down from the hills. Shan Chao nursed a grudge and eventually framed Zhong on a charge that sent him into exile on the northern frontier. Chao's grandson Dong Yuan governed Shuofang and waited for Zhong with murder in mind. Earlier, as chancellor of Wei, Zhong had taken a liking to his clerk Sun Bin and treated him generously. When exile loomed, Bin learned every detail of Chao's plan and told his friends Lü Zizhi from their county and Zhen Ziran of Gaomi, "A thief hates an honest master—that has always been true. Our patron Diwu is being shipped to the frontier while Chao's in-law holds that commandery. A man on the edge can be toppled with a breath—it makes your blood run cold." I mean to ride after him now and try to save him from that fate. If I bring him home safely, I will hand him over to you two." They answered, "Go with our blessing—that is what we want too." Bin gathered swordsmen and rode night and day until he overtook the escort at Taiyuan, ambushed them in a defile, killed the guards, put Zhong on his own horse, and walked beside him. They covered over four hundred li in a day and a night and won Zhong his freedom.
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Zhong stayed hidden with the Lü and Zhen families for years until Zang Min, an aide in Xu Province, addressed the throne on his behalf:
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I have read that a man who swallows mortal shame does so to serve a larger purpose—Ji Bu humbled himself before the Zhu clan; Guan Zhong broke faith with Shao Hu to save a state. They could have died honorably but chose to live—not from cowardice but to husband their strength until the moment came to act. Gaozu and Duke Huan overlooked flight and old grudges—even the arrow that nearly killed Duke Huan—pulled these men from chains, and trusted their counsel. Their deeds outlive them in the histories. Had those rulers punished petty faults, both men would have rotted unremembered in ditches—what chance then to redeem themselves or serve with genius? Your former Yan inspector Diwu Zhong held himself apart: no whiff of bribery in his district, no careless word at court. He loathed wickedness by instinct and would not bend for favor. Critics ranked him first among the incorrupt and the plain-spoken. The Spring and Autumn teaches us to prize what is strong in a man, forgive weakness, credit small virtue, and overlook great fault when justice demands. Zhong's case arose from banditry and official duty left undone—the sentence was exile, not some monstrous crime. Even Shun fled the beating when the stick was too heavy. Zhong ran to save his skin, hoping for the sort of rescue Zhu Jia gave Ji Bu. Do not withhold the smallest mercy and leave him to die loyal but unsung.
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An amnesty freed him; he died at home.
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Zhongli Yi
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Zhongli Yi, courtesy name Zi'e, came from Shanyin in Kuaiji commandery. In his youth he served as the commandery's courier inspector. A village post chief in his circuit had accepted wine as a bribe; the prefecture ordered an inquiry. Yi sent the warrant back unopened and told the governor, "The Spring and Autumn teaches us to set our own house in order before looking outward. The Poetry says, 'Begin with your wife, then rule kin and state.' Reform starts close to home." Clean the yamen first and leave remote counties' petty slips for later." The governor was impressed and put him in charge of county business. In Jianwu 14 a plague struck Kuaiji and claimed tens of thousands. Yi went himself from house to house among his people with medicines, and most of those under his care survived.
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Recommended filial and incorrupt, promoted twice, he was recruited into Grand Minister Hou Ba's administration. The court ordered his unit to march convicts to Henei, but winter cold laid them low and they could not march. At Hongnong he ordered each county along the route to sew winter clothes for the men. The counties complied and memorialized; Yi reported the same to the throne. Guangwu showed the memorial to Hou Ba and said, "Where did you find a clerk with such a humane heart?" This is the real thing—a true official." Yi removed the manacles on the road, let the men travel at their own pace, and set a rendezvous date in Henei. Everyone arrived on time. Afterward he resigned on grounds of ill health.
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He was later named magistrate of Xiaqiu. A clerk named Tan Jian had stolen public funds. Yi questioned him alone; Tan confessed, and Yi, unable to bring himself to punish him, sent him away on prolonged leave. Jian's father set out wine and said, "I have read that a wicked lord kills with the sword; a good lord punishes through justice. Your guilt is your fate." He made Jian drink poison and die. In the twenty-fifth year of the reign he became magistrate of Tangyi. Fang Guang of the county lay in jail for avenging his father. When his mother died he wept and refused food. Yi pitied him and let him go home to arrange his mother's funeral. His deputies protested. Yi said, "Blame will fall on me alone—I will not let principle hurt subordinates." He let Guang go. When the burial was done, Guang walked back into jail as promised. Yi quietly memorialized the facts, and Guang's sentence was commuted from death.
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When Emperor Ming took the throne he summoned Yi to the secretariat. The governor of Jiaozhi, Zhang Hui, had been executed for embezzling a fortune; his confiscated goods went to the ministry of finance, and the emperor ordered them shared among officials. Yi was allotted pearls and jade but dropped them on the floor and refused to accept the grant. The emperor asked why. Yi answered, "Confucius would not drink from Thieves' Spring; Zeng Shen would not enter Victory Mother Lane—the names were foul. These gems are stained by corruption—I cannot take them in good conscience." The emperor exclaimed, "How pure—what the secretary says!" He gave Yi three hundred thousand cash from the treasury instead. He was promoted to vice director of the secretariat. The emperor often hunted at Guangcheng Park. Yi believed sport was distracting him from rule and repeatedly planted himself in the emperor's path to protest extravagant outings; each time the sovereign turned back to the palace. In Yongping 3 drought gripped the land while labor gangs threw up the Northern Palace. Yi appeared at the palace gate bareheaded to remonstrate and memorialized:
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You have worried for the people in this drought, moved out of the main hall, and blamed yourself—yet day after day the clouds gather without rain. Does something in our governance still fail heaven? When Cheng Tang faced drought he asked himself six questions: "Have I misruled? Have I burdened the people? Are my palaces too grand? Does patronage through the women's quarters run unchecked? Is bribery rife? Do slanderers prosper?" " I see the Northern Palace rising on a vast scale while farmers miss the seasons—that is 'palaces too grand.'" History does not fault rulers for small halls but for unrest among the people. Suspend the work now and answer heaven. I am a man of ordinary gifts yet I draw a heavy stipend and stand close to the throne; your recent bounty fills me with gratitude and fear. I tremble at my blunt words—I deserve death a thousand times over."
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The emperor replied by edict: "Tang's six questions found the fault in himself alone. Keep your cap and shoes—I absolve your gesture of shame." These drought years with lowering clouds but no rain have shamed and frightened me. I have prayed everywhere—reading the skies, sacrificing north at the Bright Hall and south at the rain altar—seeking heaven's favor. I have now ordered the superintendent of works to halt palace projects and cut every nonessential expense, hoping to lift this scourge. " The court apologized to the bureaucracy, and timely rain followed.
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An edict awarded silk to surrendered northern tribesmen; the secretariat bungled the paperwork and multiplied ten rolls into one hundred. When the emperor saw the agriculture ministry's ledger he exploded and ordered the clerk responsible dragged in for a beating. Yi threw himself forward and said, "Honest mistakes happen every day. If this is negligence, then fault lies heavier on me than on him—I rank higher and should be punished first. " He stripped to the waist and lay on the bench for the cane. The emperor relented, let Yi dress, and spared the clerk.
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The emperor was suspicious and sharp-eyed, proud of catching secrets through informers. Great ministers were constantly humiliated; even secretaries were hauled about by the collar. Once he lost his temper with the gentleman Yao Song and beat him with a stick. Song scrambled under the couch. The emperor shouted, "Come out! Come out!" From beneath the bed Song said, "The Son of Heaven should be solemn; the feudal lords resplendent. I have never heard of a sovereign who climbs down to thrash his own gentleman." The emperor let him go. The whole court walked on eggshells, each man trying to seem sterner than the next to escape punishment. Only Zhongli Yi dared speak plainly—he repeatedly returned unacceptable edicts unopened and shielded officials who erred. When strange portents came one after another, Yi addressed the throne again:
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Your Majesty lives filial piety, honors the classics, sacrifices to heaven and earth, stands in awe of the spirits, and labors without rest for the common people. Yet the seasons fail, the lamps of sun and moon dim, rivers overrun their banks, and cold and heat reverse themselves—the ministers have failed to spread your virtue and govern rightly; harshness has become habit. Magistrates kill the innocent one after another without pause. High officials share no mutual goodwill; clerks and commoners live without harmony. Kin turn on kin; malice deepens; the gentle breath of harmony is broken—and heaven sends calamity. The people yield to virtue, not to brute force. The ancient kings taught men to live at peace with one another—so the realm stayed quiet, free of plague and rebellion. The "Deer Call" ode praises feast and music because when men and spirits are at one, the weather itself turns kind. Extend your sacred virtue, weigh every policy, charge the agencies to spare lives, ease punishments, and move with the seasons so yin and yang stay balanced—may this never end.
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The emperor did not adopt every proposal but recognized Yi's absolute sincerity. For that reason he could not long remain at court and was posted chancellor of Lu. Later, when Deyang Hall was finished, the court gathered for the dedication. Remembering Yi's warnings, the emperor told his ministers, "If Secretary Zhongli were alive, this hall would never have been built."
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Yi governed Lu for five years with kindness and restraint; the people grew prosperous. He died in office after a long illness. His final memorial urged that in peaceful times harsh reform avails little—the court should ease its grip. Touched, the emperor issued an edict of praise and sent two hundred thousand cash to his house.
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Yao Song of Henei was plainspoken and loyal by nature. Poor, he served as a palace gentleman and often pulled night duty alone without bedding—just a wooden stool for a pillow—living on chaff and husks. The emperor often found him there on night rounds, heard his story, and commended him. After that the court kitchen fed the secretariat morning and evening, issued bedding and winter robes, and assigned two clerks to assist. He rose to governor of Nanyang.
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Song Jun, courtesy name Shuyang, came from Anzhong in Nanyang commandery. His father Song Bo served as general of the household at the start of the Jianwu era. Thanks to his father's rank he became a gentleman at fifteen. He loved the classics, studied under court scholars on every rest day, mastered the Poetry and the Ritual, and excelled at disputation. In his twenties he was posted magistrate of Chenyang. The people had few schools and trusted witchcraft; Jun founded academies, stamped out illegitimate cults, and the populace accepted his rule. He resigned to mourn his grandmother, then taught privately in Yingchuan.
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He later served as a court herald. When Wuling tribes rose and besieged General Liu Shang, the court ordered Song Jun to take the post relays and raise three thousand emergency troops from Jiangxia for the relief march. They arrived too late—Liu Shang was already dead. General Ma Yuan reached the front soon after, and an edict named Song Jun army supervisor. The combined force advanced until the tribes held the defiles and stalled the campaign. When Ma Yuan died on campaign, damp heat felled the army until more than half the men were lost. Fearing the army might never get home, Song Jun asked the generals, "The march is long and the men are sick—we cannot fight. What if I assume emergency authority and accept the tribes' surrender?" The generals knelt in silence—no one dared answer. Jun said, "A loyal minister beyond the frontier may act on his own when the state's safety requires it." He forged orders naming Ma Yuan's major Lü Zhong magistrate of Yuanling and sent him into the enemy camp with a proclamation of mercy while Song Jun massed troops behind him. The tribes panicked, slew their own chieftain, and submitted. Jun entered their camps, broke up the hosts, sent them home to their counties with new magistrates, and withdrew. Before he reached the capital he memorialized his own forgery of imperial orders. Guangwu approved the victory, rewarded him with gold and silk, and told him to visit his family graves on the way home. After that the emperor often sought his counsel whenever frontier policy was disputed.
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He was promoted to magistrate of Shangcai. The prefecture ordered limits on funeral extravagance and duration. Jun replied, "Burials that break sumptuary rules are a minor fault. Unruly people have not yet accepted instruction—punishing funeral excess before anything else is the wrong priority for government. He refused to enforce the order.
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In Yongping 1 he became chancellor of the East Sea. Five years later a legal charge removed him from office, and he taught privately in Yingchuan. Yet East Sea officials and commoners missed his rule, composed songs in his honor, and thousands petitioned at the palace gate for his recall. Impressed by his record, Emperor Ming named him director of the secretariat in the seventh year of his reign. His dissenting opinions usually matched the emperor's wishes. Once Jun cut passages from a doubtful case file; the emperor suspected foul play, flew into a rage, and had the clerk seized for the cane. The secretaries panicked and begged forgiveness on their knees. Jun turned with a fierce look and said, "A loyal minister holds one duty—no second thoughts. If I feared your wrath and betrayed the right, I could die branded a coward—I will not swerve." A young eunuch attendant overheard and carried the whole exchange to the emperor. The emperor admired his backbone, spared the clerk, and promoted Song Jun to metropolitan superintendent. Months later he became governor of Henei, where his reforms flourished.
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When Song Jun fell ill, elders and villagers prayed for him and asked after him day and night—such was their devotion. He asked leave on grounds of health; the court appointed his son Song Tiao attendant to the crown prince. Song Jun had himself carried to the palace to give thanks; the emperor sent a eunuch to console him and kept him at court to convalesce. When the minister of education post stood empty, the emperor judged Song Jun fit for high office and summoned him to court despite his illness, ordering attendants to support him on both sides. Song Jun bowed and said, "Heaven punishes sin; my pain grows worse—I can no longer serve in the imperial council." Tears streaming, he declined. Deeply moved, the emperor called Song Tiao to escort his father home and gave three hundred thousand cash.
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Song Yi was styled Bozhi. His father Jing taught the Large Xia Hou recension of the Documents and rose to governor of Liaodong. Yi studied under his father. Under Emperor Ming he was recommended filial and incorrupt; an audience pleased the throne, and he was named chancellor of the Ayang marquisate. During Jianchu he was summoned to the secretariat.
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Emperor Zhang was kindly and devoted to his kin: the kings of Jinan and Zhongshan—his junior uncles—visited court often with extraordinary favor, and his brothers were kept in the capital rather than sent to their fiefs. Yi believed ministers must uphold propriety and that favor must not breach ritual. He memorialized: "Your filial devotion runs deep. The kings Kang of Jinan and Yan of Zhongshan—your father's brothers—enjoy extraordinary favor; your affection keeps them year after year in the capital. You honor them as uncles yet treat them like kin at home: their carriages enter the hall doors; they need not bow from their mats; you share your table and heap gifts on them. The Duke of Zhou earned the title 'uncle' and gifts of metal only after his virtue had brought peace to the realm. Kang and Yan are cadet princes feasting on great domains. Since Your Majesty took the throne you have erased old offenses, restored confiscated income, added counties to their allotments, and ennobled every child—grace and ceremony alike overshoot the statutes. The Spring and Autumn demands that even uncles serve the throne—honoring rank, strengthening the trunk, weakening the branches. Your virtue should set the pattern for ages; private affection must not upset the order of high and low or corrupt the right relation of sovereign and subject. The six kings including Xian of Xiping have wives, heirs, and full households—they should return promptly to their fiefs and lay foundations for their posterity. Instead their mansions crowd the capital; intermarriage outshines even the imperial clan; grooms and carriages choke the roads; they swagger like sovereigns and draw salaries beyond reason. Their fiefs are rich, the climate mild, the roads easy; scheduled audiences make travel undemanding. Master your affection and sever favor with duty: send Kang and Yan home to their kingdoms and order Xian and his peers to depart at once—this is what the empire expects. The emperor accepted the advice.
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In Zhanghe 2 the Xianbei shattered the Northern Xiongnu. The Southern Chanyu seized the moment to ask for an expedition so he could move back to his old steppe court. Empress Dowager Dou held court; the debate leaned toward agreement. Song Yi addressed the throne:
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The northern tribes live beyond the deserts, scorning our rituals—might alone rules them, and the weak submit. Since the founding of Han, campaigns have multiplied, yet victories rarely repay their cost. Emperor Guangwu bore the armor himself and read heaven's mind: he settled the surrendering tribes under loose rein so the frontier could live and corvée ease—forty years of quiet. Now the Xianbei obey and have taken tens of thousands of heads; China reaps the glory without lifting a spear—the greatest feat since the restoration. Nothing since Han's rise matches it. Barbarians are bleeding each other while our troops stay home. The Xianbei raid the Xiongnu for plunder; they credit the throne only because they hunger for rich rewards. If we let the Southern Chanyu resettle the northern steppe, we must choke off the Xianbei raids that fuel him—and that they will not endure. Deprived of plunder and imperial bounty alike, those wolves will turn on our frontiers. The Northern Xiongnu are fleeing west and sue for peace—take them in as an outer shield; no policy could be grander. To march armies and drain the treasury merely to gratify the Southern Chanyu would abandon the best strategy and trade safety for peril. The request must be refused.
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In the end the Southern Chanyu did not migrate north.
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He was promoted to metropolitan superintendent. Early in Yongyuan the Dou brothers ruled the court. Deng Die, Wang Diao of Henan, former Shu governor Lian Fan, and their clique haunted Dou Xian's gate, swaggering on his influence. Yi impeached wrongdoing wherever he found it and spared no one—so he fell out with the Dou clan. He died of illness in the second year.
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His descendant Sun Ju served as minister of works under Emperor Ling.
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Han Lang, courtesy name Boqi, came from Xue in the kingdom of Lu. He was born into rebellion; on the third day his family abandoned him in a bramble patch; when the fighting moved on his mother found him still breathing and took him home. As a man he devoted himself to the classics, mastered the literature of the canon, and taught the Documents. He was recommended on the filial-and-incorrupt list.
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Under Yongping he served as herald and acting censor, joining staff from the three high offices to retry the Chu conspiracy case against Yan Zhong and Wang Ping. Their confessions dragged in Marquis Geng Jian of Suixiang, Marquis Zang Xin of Langling, Marquis Deng Li of Huze, and Marquis Liu Jian of Qucheng. Geng and the others swore they had never met Yan Zhong or Wang Ping. Emperor Ming was furious; every clerk quaked. Anyone named in the indictments was dragged in wholesale—no one dared plead mercy. Lang felt the injustice keenly. He separately showed Yan and Wang portraits of Geng Jian and the others they had accused; the pair gaped, unable to recognize them. Seeing the fraud, Lang memorialized that Geng Jian and his peers were guiltless and had been framed by Yan and Wang—and that many such wrongful convictions might blanket the empire. The emperor called Lang in and asked, "If Geng Jian and the rest are innocent, why did Yan Zhong and Wang Ping name them?" " Lang answered, "They knew their own crimes were capital—and invented accomplices in hope of lightening their guilt." " The emperor said, "If the four marquises were blameless, why did you not report sooner? Why keep them chained until now?" " Lang said, "I found no crime, yet I feared fresh evidence might surface elsewhere—I dared not memorialize until I was certain." " The emperor snarled, "This official sits on the fence—drag him out." As guards pulled him away Lang cried, "One sentence before I die!" Your servant does not lie—I meant only to serve the realm." " Who helped you draft the memorial?" " Lang said, "I expected my clan to die for this—I would not incriminate others. I only hoped to wake Your Majesty." Everyone handling the case cried sorcery and treason—crimes every loyal subject must abhor. Better jail the innocent than free them and risk blame later. So one suspect led to ten, and ten to a hundred. At audience you ask our counsel; we kneel and praise your mercy—the old law struck nine kin for one rebel, but you punish only the offender. The realm rejoices. Yet at home we stare at the rafters and sigh—everyone knows how many innocents rot in jail, and no one dares contradict you. What I say now I will stand by to the death. The emperor relented and ordered Lang released. Two days later the emperor inspected Luoyang prison himself and freed over a thousand inmates. When Wang Ping and Yan Zhong died in custody, Lang placed himself under arrest. An amnesty cleared him but stripped his post. He was recommended again on the filial-and-incorrupt list.
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In Yongchu 3 Grand Commandant Zhang Yu nominated Lang for the imperial academy; the summons reached the public carriage office the day Lang died, aged eighty-four.
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Appreciation: Zuo Qiuming said, "The words of a humane man spread wide benefit! One word from Yan Ying moved the duke of Qi to ease punishments. Think of Zhongli Yi offering his back for the cane and Han Lang pleading innocent lives in court—how deep runs that humane spirit! Uprightness rooted in loyalty is never false; rooted in remonstrance it cuts sharp. Those two drew their courage from heaven itself—so their words rang true and their resolve held.
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Encomium: Boyu and Zi'e—stern men who swept away cruelty. They ruled with purity and checked an extravagant throne. Song Jun grasped governance and stamped out occult cults. Beasts and insects felt his virtue; the people prayed when he fell ill. Yi upheld rank and severed favor to send princes to their fiefs. The trembling people of Chu owed Han Lang their lives.
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