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Volume 71 Biographies 41: Sun Hui; Xiong Yuan; Wang Jian; Chen Yun; Gao Song

Chapter 71 of 晉書 · Book of Jin
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Sun Hui.
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Sun Hui, whose courtesy name was Deshi, came from Fuyang in the old state of Wu and was a great-grandson of Ben, the Yuzhang grand administrator who had served Wu. Both his father and his grandfather had served the Wu regime. He was awkward in speech but a devoted student, with real ability and insight. Though the provincial authorities tried to appoint him, he stayed out of office and lived for a time between Xiao and Pei. When Yongning began, he joined Sima Jiong, the Prince of Qi, in the loyalist campaign against Sima Lun, the Prince of Zhao. His service earned him the county marquisate of Jinxing, a post as clerk in the minister of war's revenue office, and then a place on the eastern staff. Jiong grew haughty and overbearing, overstepping his rank and spending on a princely scale until the empire had lost faith in him. Sun Hui laid before him a carefully framed remonstrance—the 'five difficulties' and 'four impossibilities'—urging him to withdraw to his princely domain. The tone was urgent and uncompromising. Jiong refused to listen. Fearing reprisals, Sun Hui pleaded illness and slipped away. Soon afterward Jiong fell, exactly as he had warned. Sima Ying, the Prince of Chengdu, then recommended him as an adviser on the grand general's staff, with the concurrent titles of General Who Rouses Might and commander of the Baisha garrison. Ying was preparing to move against Sima Yi, the Prince of Changsha, and named Lu Ji to lead the van. As a townsman of Lu Ji, Sun Hui worried the appointment would destroy him and urged him to step aside in favor of Wang Cui. When Lu Ji and his brothers were put to death, Sun Hui mourned them bitterly. He had already killed Liang Jun, one of Ying's gate generals, without orders. Dreading the consequences, he took a new identity and went into hiding.
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Later, when Sima Yue, the Prince of the Eastern Sea, mobilized at Xiapi, Sun Hui invented the persona of Qin Mizhi, a hermit of the southern sacred peak, and addressed him in a long letter that began:
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Heaven is punishing Jin; the dynasty has stumbled into mortal peril. History shows that collapse comes in stages: the twigs die first, and only then does the trunk give way. You combine keen judgment with a soldier's grasp of power, yet you stand in the wreckage of civil war, in an age that could tip either way, hemmed in by sycophants and whispering malice. Stand straight, and the crooked courtiers turn on you. Show loyalty and candor, and venal officials will work your ruin. Muddling along like the world is not for a man of your stamp, and mere self-preservation is beneath a leader. That is why you have thrown yourself into the crisis, moved by duty more than by safety. Speak out at court, and honest counsel becomes visible for all to see. Uphold the throne, and your service to the sovereign will speak for itself. The work is unfinished, but Heaven's mandate still rests where it belongs. Even Liu Bang suffered the humiliation of Pengcheng. Cao Cao, for all his genius, once took a hard defeat at Puyang. Meng Mingyao retreated again and again, yet in the end he triumphed. Gou Jian lost his army yet still brought down Wu. Your name already fills the empire, your reputation shakes every quarter, the great clans look to you with admiration, and the regions acclaim your virtue. The four princes are men of true benevolence and clear judgment, bound by friendship as much as by kinship; in this emergency they are pulling together for the dynasty, each a pillar the others can lean on. Heaven favors no house forever; it crowns the worthy, cuts down the proud, and smiles on humility—spirits and gods watch the same scales. You read the signs of rise and fall, weigh every shift in fortune, and know both Heaven's part and man's; look east to the loyal fiefs and to the coast where a dragon might take wing. Secure the Hejian prince to your west, tie the southern commanderies to you, call on Wu's seasoned troops in the east, and count on the loyal levies of You and Bing in the north. Rally Qing and Xu, signal every prince, recruit every able sword, win over the undecided, and make your rewards and your word ironclad. The emperor lies humbled at Ye while forged orders slaughter the innocent beyond the walls; jackals hold the palace gates. None of this is ancient history—it is happening now. The omens say it plainly: the throne's inner fire is guttering, the war star cuts the sky, and Heaven is withdrawing its mandate from the usurpers. The constellations spell reproof; the warning could not be clearer. Fight Heaven and you lose; move with the moment and victory follows. Weigh how Heaven and the people answer danger and safety; read every warning written in defeat. Show the humility that keeps a ruler at his desk past dark, show the zeal that makes him skip meals to find advisers, open the granaries for the starving—and the strategists who can save the age, the sort once drawn from the banks of the Wei, will come: men who carry subtle plans behind a smile and a winning argument, who wait on mountain and river until the true leader calls. Picture in your mind's eye the rare counselor; listen for the voice that breaks the mold. Put such men in charge, and the great restoration is already half won.
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I lack Heaven's favor and was born into a dying hour, yet I cherish the devotion of a Mo Di or a Shen Baoxu: I have crossed thorns until my feet were one blister, ridden wind and rain, and come to share this disaster with you. I hoped my narrow view might still shore up your grand design, but the road is steep and the hour treacherous, so until now I have kept my name hidden. I am nobody, mired far from court, yet my heart stays fixed on the throne. I send this paper first to lay my thoughts before you. If you linger between two paths, gambling on fortune in the teeth of danger, then treat my blunt words with the mercy you would show any petitioner who spoke out of turn.
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You ride through the heartland of loyal subjects, where every tie of name and duty runs through you alone. Lift a finger and the five sacred peaks tremble; draw breath and the great rivers could run dry. What then of marching in the name of the right to crush rebellion, of wielding justice against treason? That is strength against weakness—Wuhuo shattering ice, legendary braves snapping rotten timber, a tiger swallowing a fox, Tai Shan grinding an egg, fire racing through dry grass under a gale. The moment and the mandate align; Heaven and the gods are offering their help. If you still fail to spring up when fortune calls or bare steel when the hour strikes, the coming deluge will drown more than a single life. Late rulers and renowned scholars alike have died like animals—corpses hauled through filth, bones flung into ditches—not because they lacked loyal words or upright hearts, but because they clung to a little breathing space today and forgot the great finality waiting tomorrow. Common friends will die for one another, yet inside the palace no one will pledge his neck for the throne. This shames me as much as it wounds the throne—for Jin has gone too long without men willing to die for it. The realm is holding its breath; every eye is on you. The dynasty tottered and may yet stand; the temples darkened and may yet see sacrifice again—only you and your brothers can carry the house of Sima through. The kingdom's life or death turns on what you do next.
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I am the least of men, caught in the worst of seasons, yet I mean to spend myself like a loyal hound: loyal, upright, with a quiver for rebels on my left and a shaft for traitors in my right, holding my horse at the ready, counting the days until you give the word. Crisis offers a narrow gate: hesitate and it slams shut, for fate moves faster than armies. I stand firm as stone but cannot wait forever; win your own blessing, my lord—the choice is yours alone.
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Yue read the letter, put up notices on the highways to find the author, and Sun Hui at last came forward. Yue named him secretary-adviser on the spot, put him in charge of all memorials and proclamations, and brought him into every council of war. He received appointment as a palace gentleman and junior mentor to the crown prince, then asked to serve additionally as an aide in the minister of works' office. When Yue executed Zhou Mu's faction, he called Wang Yi in the dead of night to frame the rescript; Wang shook with fright and spoiled sheet after sheet without finishing. Sun Hui was away. Yue sighed, 'If Squadron Leader Sun were here, that document would already be done.' Not long afterward Yue rose to grand tutor and made Sun Hui army libationer-adviser, consulting him constantly on what was sound and what was not. Whenever a dispatch was needed, Yue would sometimes put post riders on him to hurry the draft; Sun Hui produced polished prose on demand. They named him director of the palace library; he declined the post. He moved on to interior administrator of Pengcheng and governor of Guangling, then rose to General Who Spreads Might and interior administrator of Anfeng. His part in escorting the imperial carriage earned him the county dukedom of Linxiang.
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When Yuan of Jin sent Gan Zhuo against Zhou Fu at Shouyang, Sun Hui brought his troops in on Gan's side; Zhou Fu broke and ran. He Rui of Lujiang held the Anfeng magistracy while Sun Hui kept a temporary hold on the district. He Rui arrested Sun Hui's followers on a trumped-up charge. Sun Hui had never received his post from the southern court and lived in fear of whispered accusations; panic drove him to strike first, kill He Rui, and bolt into Man country. He soon fell ill and died at forty-seven. When his body went home for burial, the court recognized what had truly moved him and sent additional mourning gifts.
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Xiong Yuan.
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Xiong Yuan, courtesy name Xiaowen, came from Nanchang in Yuzhang commandery. His grandfather Xiong Qiao had once served Shi Chong as a household steward, yet remained honest and carried himself like a gentleman. Pan Yue of the yellow gates noticed him, praised his quality, persuaded Shi Chong to free him, and he went home. Xiong Yuan had high aims. The county tried to name him merit clerk, but he refused to answer the call; they practically forced a cap on him and half carried him to the yamen. Within a fortnight the county had recommended him upward, and the commandery appointed him literary clerk. Xiong Yuan said, 'I may turn down a grand appointment, but not a humble one.' He insisted on staying at county level instead. The grand administrator put him forward as filial and incorrupt. When that official marched against the Di and Qiang, Xiong Yuan declined to join the expedition but escorted him as far as Longyou before turning back. Later Xia Jing, grand administrator of Kuaiji, summoned him as merit clerk. When Xia Jing left his post, Xiong Yuan saw him all the way to Kuaiji before heading home. The province named him chief clerk and aide-de-camp, put him up as flourishing talent, and gave him staff posts under the supervising commander Hua Yi, with concurrent charge of Wuchang and the title General Who Brings Peace from Afar.
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When Sima Rui was still minister, he took Xiong Yuan on as his chief clerk. Word ran that mourners at the northern imperial tombs had loosened their hair in grief, and the prince was ready to go into full mourning. Xiong Yuan argued: you have not inspected the tombs yourself, so rumor is no basis for state ritual. The necropolis is not a single site; to speak flatly of 'violation' is premature. If the realm is to send condolences, someone must verify the facts before anyone replies. Send an acting governor of Henan to inspect the sites, establish the truth, and only then proclaim court mourning. Order a general straight to Luoyang to repair the tombs and extirpate the usurpers. When Song executed Wushe, King Zhuang of Chu sprang up, sleeves rolled, and officials thronged the roads until his host stood ready beneath Song's walls. How much more is this shame—a moment when every loyal subject should stake life and station on the answer! Restoring the tombs is the highest filial duty. Punishing the traitors is perfect obedience to justice. Saving the altars is the supreme righteous act. Relieving the people who survive is the deepest humanity. Pursue those four policies and the realm will rally to you without a voice left outside your standard. Xiang Yu murdered the Righteous Emperor and wore the guilt; Liu Bang mourned him and claimed the moral high ground—their struggle turned on that single gesture. The rebel chiefs are wolves and jackals, and weaker now than before. Their treason weighs heavier than any mountain. Great Jin still holds the mandate; what sits above us has not changed. Among the people songs of longing rise; they hunger for true virtue from the throne. March in accord with the realm's will: call up your bravest, let the drums of the van roll ahead, bring the main host behind in overwhelming force, and your name will thunder across the north—honoring the loyalists of the west and answering the yearning of everyone who watches for a sign.' The memorial ended there—but Du Tao's rebellion erupted, and the court could not act on his advice.
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While the eastern court was still taking shape, fields lay idle and silk production had collapsed. Xiong Yuan urged: on Beginning of Spring the Son of Heaven prays to High God for the harvest, chooses a lucky day, takes up plow and share, leads the high ministers and nobles, and opens the sacred furrow himself to teach the realm the value of the soil. The Odes put it plainly: 'Unless the ruler goes himself, the people will not believe.' Since the wars began, neither plough nor mulberry has been tended; idlers wander everywhere because men have abandoned the fundamentals for quick profit. When he set down his brush, the court praised his counsel.
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Early in Jianxing, when the court prepared music for New Year's Day, Xiong Yuan objected. He cited the Documents: when Yao died, music fell silent throughout the realm for the mourning period. The Rites add that in famine years the Son of Heaven cancels performances and cuts his table. Emperor Huai's catafalque still has not come home; jackals hold the road, and every man and god shares the outrage. You combine moral weight with royal blood; the dynasty's survival rests on you. Du Tao still knots his forces along the Xiang; repeated campaigns have drained the people, so the loyal army that should escort the late emperor's remains has never mustered. New Year's Day opens the cycle; graduates crowd the capital like fish scales, coming from every quarter—and thoughtful men take the court's tone from what happens today. You are the body of the state, and the mourning drum has hardly faded. Duke Huan of Qi once met the lords at Guanze with true worry for the heartland, and allies came unbidden. When he strutted at Kuiqiu, nine states turned their backs. Hearts follow nothing but the Way and what is right. You mean to mend what Heaven broke and build a lasting peace—show the path of true kingship, hold up loyalty and filial piety, bind the realm with benevolence and right, deepen rites and music, until every scholar who leaves your gate carries away a standard worth keeping. To dazzle the eye with spectacle and indulge in entertainments would betray the austere music of the classics; it would reject the very norms you claim to teach. Lay a simple feast for your officials and stop there—that is enough for the day. Yuan of Jin took his advice.
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He moved to a staff post under the minister. Wang Jian, an attendant of the Langye princedom, pressed the throne to lead an expedition against Du Tao. Xiong Yuan added another memorial: the imperial order has frayed, the heartland is in chaos, yet your sagely enterprise still defers to the western capital. The late emperor's coffin still waits by the road; the tombs lie unrestored; rebel ghosts still roam, and the great traitors are unbeaten. You wear yourself out for the house of Sima, and every man who reads your edicts burns to answer you. Du Tao is a minor bandit chewing up the Xiang country; armies have marched against him year on year, yet he still stands after a full round of seasons. King Wu Ding needed three years to break the Gui Fang—war has always been slow work, not only today. Past and present, rulers in straits have either ridden east themselves to win lasting fame or sent a capable general to mop up a lesser foe. A personal expedition demands ready generals, full supply lines, boats, carts, and arms—only when every piece is in place should you march. Better, I think, to repeat the earlier plan: send five thousand men straight downriver with the fleet—fast, sure, and timely. When Qi put Tian Rangju in command, Yan and Jin broke off their siege. When Qin gave Wang Jian the baton, he flattened the southern Jing. Name the right commander, and the bandits cease to matter. Du Tao fell before the plan was tested; Xiong Yuan was shifted to bureau assistant, then stepped up through junior mentor to the heir, left vice director of the ministry, and supernumerary gentleman at court. The emperor often praised his loyalty: 'You keep a straight face at court, neither bullying the weak nor truckling to the strong; your candor runs bone-deep—you are the stuff of kings' ministers. You are where I place my trust—do not slacken.'
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After the restoration he wanted every clerk who had pressed a name card urging his accession raised a grade, and every commoner who had done the same enrolled as a ministry clerk—more than two hundred thousand people in all. Xiong Yuan objected that Qin and Han had handed out titles with general amnesties—a policy that could not last. The petitioners were not all equally close to you; better to follow Han practice and grant a general tithe of rank to the whole realm, spreading the favor evenly instead of picking favorites. That spares endless vetting and shuts the door on fraud. The emperor would not hear him.
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He was promoted to palace secretary. Diao Xie ran the ministry, and everyone walked wide of him. Lu Shen of the ministry was riding to his shift when he met Diao Xie outside the minister of war's gate. Diao Xie, drunk, ordered Lu Shen to yield the road; Lu Shen refused to rein aside. Diao Xie had his guards haul Lu Shen from the saddle and hold him kneeling before his own carriage. Xiong Yuan impeached Diao Xie and stripped him of his post.
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That winter brought thunder, lightning, and pounding rain; the emperor published a self-blaming edict, and Xiong Yuan answered with another memorial.
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I have read the gengwu edict blaming the court for untimely storm and lightning. Even the self-reproach of Yu and Tang hardly matches your tone. Heaven's mind is dark to me; I speak only of what men have done. You live plainly and mean kindly by your people, yet good government does not take hold because your high ministers will not stay at their desks from dawn to dusk; they draw fat salaries while acting like petty men, smearing a moment that calls for clarity.
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Rebels mock the heartland, cruelty deepens, two emperors lie unburied, the catafalque still wanders, and every corner of the realm cranes eastward for relief. Yet no host has gone north to avenge them—that is the first failure. Duke Huan of Qi gave up meat and wine for seven years after a defeat; today's shame runs deeper still. Subjects should sleep on their arms and ride ahead for their king. Until that can happen, court and country should tighten belts, cherish the people, feed the troops, cancel music, cut the kitchens, and think of nothing but war. You mourn above while your officials feast below—every meeting turns to jokes, wine, and courses. That is the second failure. Appointments weigh swagger, not character, and pull never talent; the old village-recommendation path is dead, replaced by patronage and deals. Men of quiet virtue fall back; well-connected mediocrities rise. Competence that offends fashion earns mockery; smooth drones with fine pedigrees win praise. Justice rots, backstairs thrive, bully grinds bully, and no wrong is righted. Officials now call diligence 'clerking,' law 'nitpicking,' courtesy 'flattery,' laziness 'sophistication,' debauch 'freedom,' and boorish pride 'ease.' That is the third failure.
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Men tagged with the 'three faults' face the full law. Gossip marks them for shame. They are shoved aside and left to mire in the ranks. Men praised for the 'three excellences' never see the statute book. Pure chatter hails them as sages. They climb without pause, clinging to every rising star until they ride the clouds. So the age files every square corner round and bends every straight line—who then still looks for the high road of virtue or the country of benevolence and right? That is why government stays tangled and manners grow hollow. Until promotion and demotion honestly test talent, manners will not mend.
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Today the ministries reward yes-men and punish dissent; no one asks whether a man is crooked or straight, only whether he nods. Even when someone speaks truth, he is ignored—so the hall has no debaters, and every scholar thinks only of keeping his stipend. When Gu Yi wrote bluntly, Emperor Wu made him magistrate of Tunliu and opened remonstrance posts so straight words had a door—men could speak their minds without fear. Give the post first, then the title; fix the grade, then the pay. Hear their plans, test them in deed, reward chariots and robes by proven work. Even Shun was tried through ordeal; paying men before they prove themselves breaks the old pattern and breeds chaos. Hunt talent hard among the humble, swing the law first at the great—then orders bite, and nothing worthy languishes unseen. Yao drew Shun from obscurity, Shun from mountain caves; the Duke of Zhou did not bend law for kin, nor Shu Xiang for a brother's son. Today your legal clerks rise from cold houses—papers flood in daily yet change nothing, and 'talent' fills the rolls yet nothing gets done. Call up sages from butcher stalls and hermit huts alike. Without fixing that habit, merging bureaus will not cure the rot. Be wise and kind, and who need fear Huandou, the Miao, or smooth-tongued courtiers? That is what comes of putting the right man in each chair.
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He rose to attendant-in-ordinary, then left the capital for Kuaiji as interior administrator. When Wang Dun rose, Shen Chong answered him in arms; the court tried to name Xiong Yuan general, but he refused the baton, sent Shen Chong no supplies, and devoted himself to holding his territory quiet. Once Wang Dun camped at Stone, he nudged the court into summoning Xiong Yuan away—so Yuan was given the grand master of ceremonies post with a supernumerary gentleman title. Wang Dun feared his integrity and wit enough to pull him in as chief clerk. Within a few months he died in office.
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His younger brother Xiong Jin, less famous but still able, served Wang Dun as chief clerk and died as grand administrator of Poyang. Jin's son Xiong Minghu rose to grand administrator of Wuchang.
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Wang Jian.
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Wang Jian, courtesy name Maogao, came from Tangyi. His father Wang Jun had been palace secretary. He won early fame as a writer and began as an attendant gentleman when Yuan still held the Langye princedom. When Du Tao revolted, the Jiang and Xiang regions bled chaos that Wang Dun could not stifle, and the court grew desperate. Wang Jian urged the emperor to take the field himself, arguing:
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The throne accepted every word, ordered full mobilization, and prepared to lead the host against Du Tao. Du Tao collapsed before the expedition sailed, so the plan was dropped.
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After the restoration he received the titles commandant-escort and court attendant, then took office as magistrate of Yongxing. Wang Dun asked him onto his staff as secretary, but he died before he could report, at forty-one. His literary collection survived him in circulation.
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His brother Wang Tao and his nephew Wang Yan were both fine writers. Wang Tao, courtesy Maolue, rose through editorial director to magistrate of Wuxi. Wang Yan, courtesy Tingjian, also held a compiler's post. Both died young.
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Chen Yun.
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Chen Yun, courtesy Yansi, came from Ku in the old state of Chen. From boyhood he loved books and showed a fine literary mind. When his father Xin built a new house and set the gate, Chen Yun said, 'Make it wide enough for a carriage.' His father laughed—and widened the gate as he suggested. As commandery postal inspector he flushed out three thousand tax dodgers and ranked first in the province. Grand Administrator Liu Xiang made him chief clerk, the province took him on as departmental retainer, and he rode home in a horse carriage to the pride of his clan.
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He was investigating Prince Pei's man Tao when Xie Jie replaced Yang Zhun as regional inspector; Tao then leaned on Sima Yong, the Prince of Hejian, to bring pressure on Xie Jie. When Xie Jie took up his post he called a full meeting and asked his chief clerk Shi Feng, 'The Prince of Pei is a royal fief—what statute let your office seize him on its own?' Chen Yun, who was in the hall, answered: 'The jiawu edict made the inspector Heaven's agent beyond the capital: anyone inside his circuit, whether or not under his nominal department, falls under his remit. The paperwork went up again and seven imperial replies confirmed the procedure. If the province's impeachment follows that paper trail, it is legally sound.' Xie Jie answered, 'You cannot trust every rumor; investigate to the letter of the law.' He went on, 'Hebei is fat white farmland—why are there so few eminent families that every third-rank house rates as zhongzheng?' Someone replied, 'The 《Book of Odes》 says Heaven sends its finest spirits down from the sacred peaks. Heroes sprout from rough country; Hebei is flat and tame, its scrub barely shoulder high—no forest, no giants.' Xie Jie quoted Zhang Yanzhen: 'The clever talkers of Run and Ying cannot rival the classical scholars of Qing and Xu.' Chen Yun said, 'Yanzhen feuded with Yuanli—that slander was personal, not geography. Laozi and Zhuang Zhou were Chen and Liang men; Fuxi, Fu Yue, Shi Kuang, and Xiang Yu hailed from Yangxia; the Han and Wei founders rose in Pei and Qiao—name a province that can match that roll call.' Xie Jie stared, then said, 'They say half the realm's talent comes from Yuzhou—now I believe it.' Soon Xie Jie went to the ministry in the capital and regretted he had not used Chen Yun to the full.
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During Yuankang he was put up as filial and incorrupt, but the provincial commander kept him on staff. He recommended his townsman Jiao Bao: 'He is poor but brilliant; give him office and he will honor the court the way Huang Xian once honored his age—then I will not repeat Zang Wenzhong's fault of hiding talent.' The province took Jiao Bao on his word.
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When Sima Jiong, the Prince of Qi, raised the loyalist army, the province sent Chen Yun with troops to join him and named him commandant-escort. Banditry drove him to take shelter west of the Yangzi. Zhu Yan, interior administrator of Liyang, added him to his staff. Yuan Xiu, staff adviser to the eastern headquarters, introduced him to Yuan of Jin, who made him a campaign staff officer over both law and war bureaus. He wrote Wang Dao: 'China fell because appointments chased reputations instead of results—men traded favors, loud voices jumped the queue, quiet merit waited, and the whole ladder rotted. Add the Zhuang-Lao fashion that poisons policy—recluses pass for refined, administrators pass for coarse, offices go empty, and the state's regalia gather dust. To rule the horizon you must first fix what lies at your feet. Speak truth at the center and the provinces echo it. Change course now: spell out rewards and punishments, elevate a Zhuo Mao from obscurity, honor a Zhu Yi in a humble town—then the restoration has a chance.'
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Jianxing's new rules named him acting recording secretary on the staff. Staff men invented leave slips to dodge real work. Chen Yun warned: 'Your aides still mimic the western court's cult of empty fame—diligence looks vulgar to them, swagger looks chic. So capital officials grow reckless, drift through assignments, and nobody repairs the rot until the kingdom tips. A hundred-fathom hall burns when the flue runs straight; a thousand-mile levee fails on ant tunnels—the ancients fixed small leaks before the flood. From today, any officer who pleads sick on assignment until couriers chase him out the door loses his post.'
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When Sima Lun seized the throne, the three princes issued the 《Yihai Precedent》 to rank wartime merit, and later even petty favors hid behind that code. Chen Yun argued it must not become permanent law: 'Sage kings reward merit and punish crime—make that clear and men will walk through fire for you. Titles are not party favors; calling fools worthy invites rebellion; showering empty rank is how dynasties die. Sun Xiu preached treason and toyed with the edict; Emperor Hui lost control, and no one in the nine circuits wore the cap straight. The three princes swept the realm, welded the loyal armies, and issued the 《Yihai Righteousness Precedent》 as a temporary wartime ladder. That was an emergency rulebook, not a peacetime statute. Since then the code has handed marquisates to pull, put silks on privates, and stuffed tally books into lackeys' sleeves—that is not how you mend the net of state or honor a title. Abolish it from this day forward.' Chen Yun had no faction and a cold pedigree; his blunt papers earned him enemies, and the court parked him as grand administrator of Qiao.
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Early in Daxing he was recalled to the capital on sick leave. Months later he served as concurrent minister in plain dress and laid out policy: 'When the south was first pacified and the heartland still a wreck, exams were suspended. It is time to phase the old exams back in, call recluses forward, and test them on the canon. Men like Ma Long and Meng Guan rose from nothing to great deeds, yet war was not their craft and they seldom lasted. Open a track for proven tacticians, interview them hard, then match post to gift. Ten recommendations and one hit still beats none—sometimes you will land two or three. Jin Midi was a captive-turned-councillor whose family served the inner palace for seven generations. You Yu was a barbarian who became chief minister of Qin. They did not need gilded pedigrees or a place in the scramble for office. Lift the buried genius, cut the hollow fame, and Heaven clears, earth steadies, gods and men nod in agreement.'
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Later, as grand administrator of Tianmen, he soothed the frontier tribes. He planted trusted men on the Jingzhou staff so every levy or movement reached him by fast courier and he could answer overnight. When Tao Kan was recalled, Chen Yun reached Baling first to greet him with full ceremony. Tao Kan judged him able and recommended him as inspector of Liangzhou. He nursed a ruined borderland with a mix of awe and mercy. Liangzhou's magnates turned on one another and whispered that Chen Yun was old and deaf; Tao Kan recalled him and swapped in Jiang Xun of Xiyang. He died at sixty-nine.
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Gao Song.
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Gao Song, courtesy Maoyan, came from Guangling. His father Gao Kui lost his parents young and earned a name for tending his mother. At thirteen, in a famine year, he went hungry on greens but still set the choicest morsels before his mother. He raised his younger brothers and was known for fraternal devotion. While living in Jiangzhou he joined Inspector Hua Yi's staff as western-bureau secretary. When Hua Yi fell, Gao Kui hid the boy for a year before bringing him out under amnesty. Yuan of Jin praised his loyalty, pardoned him, took him on as an adviser, and watched him rise to Danyang governor, grand master of splendid happiness, and count of Jianchang.
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Gao Song loved study as a boy and excelled at clerical calligraphy. While still a child he won praise from He Chong, the minister of works, for quick wit. When He Chong governed Yangzhou he made Gao Song his chief clerk and leaned on him heavily. He moved to chief clerk for the swift cavalry, took provincial flourishing talent, became an academy erudite, then left office to mourn his father. His father had been cashiered over a concubine suit; when the old man died, Gao Song chained himself to the gate of the commandant of justice to protest the verdict, halted the burial for five years, and filed dozens of appeals. The emperor took pity and issued an edict: 'Gao Kui served as a minister, broke the law, and was punished; the case is closed. Yet his son Gao Song will not drop his plea for justice. I therefore allow him to inherit the marquisate after all.' The gesture won him wide praise. Gao Song was named a palace-secretariat gentleman and yellow-gates gentleman.
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When Emperor Jianwen directed the regency he took Gao Song on as marshal of the pacification army. Huan Wen then monopolized military power, marched north, and camped at Wuchang—Jianwen was terrified. Gao Song said, 'Write him a letter that spells out blessing and disaster; he will turn his banners on his own. If he refuses, ready the six hosts—here loyalty and treason will be judged. If worse follows, I ask leave to beat the oath drums first.' On the spot he drafted a letter for Jianwen: 'The rebels must be crushed, the moment seized—this is the dynasty's long game. Who but you can seize that moment? Yet any campaign lives or dies on money and supplies. Logistics broke ancient armies; do not rush the first move without counting the cost—that is what gives me pause. Extraordinary measures frighten the crowd; rumor already flies—I suspect you have heard the whispers too. Men who fear for their place will stoop to anything. Some will panic at rumor and melt away overnight. Otherwise you lose both credit and substance, and the altars slip from your grasp. The fault lies in my own weakness and poor example: I cannot steady the people or shore the fiefs, and I am ashamed before the realm and before you. You serve in the field and I in the chamber, yet we both exist to save the dynasty and the house of Sima. The empire's fate rides on your clear judgment. Secure the interior before you look outward; thicken the throne's base and let justice show—this is what I beg of you. How could I hold back honest counsel for fear of giving offense?' Huan Wen read the letter and marched back to his headquarters.
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Gao Song rose step by step to attendant-in-ordinary. Xie Wan then commanded Yuzhou, worn out from endless farewell parties, and had taken to his bed. Gao Song walked in unannounced and asked, 'You are taking charge of the western marches—what is your plan for governing them?' Xie Wan sketched a vague reply. Gao Song then laid out several hundred words on law and administration. Xie Wan sat bolt upright and cried, 'Ah Ling! You really do have the stuff of a statesman!' Emperor Ai dabbled in elixirs; Gao Song warned that no Son of Heaven should court such risk. For a ruler, chasing elixirs is like willing a solar eclipse on yourself. Later he lost his post over an administrative matter and died at home. His son Gao Qi rose to supernumerary gentleman at court.
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Historian's commentary.
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耀
The historians write: Zhang Liang could not move Xiang Yu with words, yet he read Liu Bang's mind to perfection; Sun Hui checked Sima Jiong yet dazzled Sima Yue; still, the loyalist oaths that fired Western Jin could not repeat Han's blazing rise, and the great hosts that marched under the hunt banner never secured the metal mandate of Sima Jin. Was the hour itself unkind, or did their statecraft never quite measure up? They mistook personal loyalty for policy and misread what truly needed tending—uproot a tree and it cannot stand long. Xiong Yuan and Wang Jian were the men who steadied the timbers—never the central pillar, yet without their braces the hall would have fallen. Gao Song's letter to Huan Wen and Chen Yun's stand against Xie Jie broke reckless mobilization, revived the Run-Ying argument, echoed Guo Jia's bluntness and Zhu Yu's wit—so Huan Wen dropped a rash Xun You scheme and Xie Jie learned to admire Wang Lang's example. Even Xiong Jin's later service seems to have walked the same path.
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Eulogy: The Linxiang lord mastered letters and strategy, his genius plain for all to see. He fled Chengdu under an alias and moved Sima Yue with his pen. Xiong Yuan the 'filial and literate' lived blunt loyalty—his good counsel was heeded. Wang Jian the 'luxuriant and lofty' read men and texts with equal sharpness. Gao Song's marquisate endured in the record; Chen Yun's house rose to lasting fame.
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