This is a whisper I found about a Chinese Princess and a Tibetan Prince. The story will follow but I do love this writing from Wiki. about them both.
It was according to the story of Tibet that there were 27 kings before
King Srong-tsan-gam-po (Songtsen Gam-po). Most of them were just names.
The history of Tibet in general began with him. We do not know very much
about him either. For instance, we are not sure about his date of
Who was Princess Wen-Cheng? We are not sure either. She
was a member of the extended royal family of Tang Dynasty of 18 years
old when sent off. General Li Dau-Chung (King of Jiang-Xia ) spent 2
years in traveling with her to Tibet. There were at least three versions
of the marriage,
(a) Tang Annals told us that the marriage
happened in 641 A.D.. The King of Tibet was very grateful and behaved
properly as a son-in-law in receiving General Li Dau-Chung. He admired
the Han clothes and ceremonies. He built a palace for Princess Wen-Cheng
and sent royal members to Tang to be educated. The King passed away
after 9 years in 650 A.D. and his grandson succeeded him. Princess
Wen-Cheng stayed in Tibet for another 30 years.
(b) According to
the 5th Dalai Lama, the King was 25 years old and sent four columns from
all four doors of Lhasa to meet Princess Wen-Cheng. Princess Wen-Cheng
used her power of goddess to present her train of court to all four
columns of the receptionists. The King had a Nepal Princess Tsu-Tsuang
(Bhrikuti, daughter of King Amsuvarman) as wife. Although the Nepal
Princess out rank Princess Wen-Cheng as wives, Princes Wen-Cheng out
rank Nepal Princess (reincarnation of goddess Frown-Mother ) as goddess.
Everything balanced out, the three lived happily thereafter, with some
minor problems which made the story interesting. Princess Wen-Cheng
built the Potala palace and `Ramoqe (Xiao-Zhau) temple' (which faces the
capital of Tang Dynasty). Nepal Princess built the much larger `Da-Zhua
temple' (Jokhang) (which faces Nepal. Later on Princess Jin-Cheng from
Tang moved all relics of Princess Wen-Cheng from Xiao-Chau to Da-Chau).
Both Princess had no offsprings. The King had several Tibetan wives.
Later on, a disease was transmitted from a maid to Nepal Princess and
then to the King, and then to Princess Wen-Cheng. The three died at the
same time, and lived happily in the heaven.
(c) Some Tibetan
writers claimed that the King was 70 years old, and the Nepal Princess
did not allow them to see each other. After about one year, they finally
met and lived together for two years and the king passed away.
can one make out from the above? My guess is that Princess Wen-Cheng
was a daughter of General Li, and the King was a middle aged man (35
years old ?) as indicated by the words that the King `behaved properly
as a son-in -law to General Li' who fought many battles later on, and
hence unlikely to be an old man at that time. The marriage lasted 9
years until the King passed away. In that nine years, the Nepal Princess
had more influence (by the sizes of the two temples which had been
partially preserved to this date). The Potala palace was built at that
time by Tang engeneers under the instructions of Princess Wen-Cheng. The
Princess indeed lived for another 30 years as proved by her occasional
receptions of Tang monks on their way to visit India.
THE LAND OF BLUE FACES
There are as many marriages as there are men and women.
One leaves home rejoicing and finds sorrow.
Another goes in tears and regrets - look now!
Her new house is full of laughter and a happy family..
maids stood in a row, the candles shone with a red flame on the palace walls,
the musicians played "The Song of the Rainbow Skirts" over again, but still the little princess continued to weep.
"Alas, this person does
not wish to marry and go to the Land of the Blue Faces," she cried. She
wore on her feet pretty shoes, each one having a butterfly embroidered on the
toe of each shoe. Her lips were painted red like cherries and her hair was as
black as a raven; she wore it in a long plait down to her knees. She was very
beautiful; but nevertheless she continued to cry.
mother the Empress was not very happy at her daughters continual crying.
"Does this weeping really become a Daughter of the Dragon Throne?"
she said, "Why if we had the choice of choosing our own husbands, do you
really think I would have chosen your Imperial Father?"
The maids smiled
discreetly behind their wide sleeves, for at that very moment the doors opened
and the Son of Heaven came in followed, by his chief minister who was carrying
a red lacquered casket. "Most fortunate of daughters", the Emperor
said as he settled himself into a chair and smoothed his gown over his rather
lavish stomach." Just look at the wonderful presents your, would be
husband, the Lord of Tibet sends you, such beautiful gifts". He opened the
red casket and took from it a tiny silver spear with; a carved bird of jade at
the tip. "Just look how beautiful this would look in your hair most honourable
daughter. But the princess just shook her head and wouldn't even look at it.
Come now child" said the Empress, I am sure you are really very happy to
be marrying such a wonderful man." This upset the little Princess even
more and she flung herself on the ground at her father's feet, sobbing and
clinging to them. "Oh do not send me to the Land of the Blue Faces,"
she begged him. "Is your daughter never to see the lights of the lanterns
with you again on New Year's Day, or watch the petals unfold on the plum trees
in spring? Is she never to hear the orioles sing in the bamboo thicket, or fly
kites with the lords and ladies of your court?" she sighed. "The
people of Tibet have faces
tattooed blue, like the thieves and murderers in China. They live in huts and wear
the skins of animals - indeed this is true, for this person has read it in the Travels
of Counsellor Chang. And, and they don't have beds or chairs, instead they lie
without any clothes on, outside on the bare earth."
The little Princess
looked up into her father's face. "It is even written that they drink
milk. Oh this would be too much, this one could never drink Milk!" The
little Princess sat and cried more and more. But no matter how much the
Princess didn't want to go; the day came when she was dressed all in red, her
coat was made of red satin and her special bridal head dress was also red.
Under this she was wearing a five cornered, light, white cotton coat, which a
bride must wear when she was about to go to a new home. For the last time she
knelt in front of her father for his blessing, then she climbed into her chair,
the curtains were drawn and she was carried away
The men carrying the chair to
its destination started their long journey. Sometimes they went through fields,
then through bamboo forests and across wide streams; they even crossed the
tawny sands of the desert. But the little Princess didn't look out through the
curtains, she was far too unhappy. She sat for hour after hour, the swaying of
the chair keeping her awake. Already she was beginning to miss her home, all
her childhood memories came flooding back to her, and her eyes filled with tear-drops again .
The sun rose and then went to
sleep again. Days came and night chased them away, then after many weeks they
began to cross a great mountain range. They climbed high above the pine trees
and the wild rock roses. The weather grew colder and although the little
Princess was huddled underneath wads of padded quilts, she was still cold. The
track now was covered in ice and the wind howled all night long Presently
however the little road began to fall away and the bearers carrying the chair
with the little Princess in it, swayed downhill towards lower ground, until one
morning the bearers set down the chair and after scratching gently on the
curtains to arouse the Princess the chief bearer said, "See, down there, Daughter
of the Son of Heaven" he said pointing down the side of the mountain.
"Yonder is the Land of the Blue Faces."
The little Princess looked
out and could hardly suppress a gasp of pleasure for there, below them lay a
valley, brimming like a lake with apricot trees in flower. Here and there small
terraced fields shone like emeralds in the clear air and down low in the valley
a river ambled on its way, gleaming in the sunlight. The bearers stumbled down
the mountainside until they came to a village of stone huts, where a little
group of peasants stood waiting at the roadside to see them pass. They bowed
low and the Princess trembled, for she expected to see hideous blue faces, but
as they raised their heads she saw that they were brown, smooth-skinned and
smiling just like the Chinese peasants at home. The women held their children
high in the air to wave to her, and the Princess nodded graciously to them in
return, as her chair passed them by. On and on the road wound its way through
groves of mountain trees, until the Princes saw in the distance the walls of a
city. Above the battlements the tiled roofs of many houses showed blue and red
and green, just like the roofs of the Chinese houses at home. There was even a
Chinese Pagoda, many storeys high, with bells hanging from the eaves; they
tinkled in the morning breeze. The bearers passed under a high stone arch which
spanned the road. The Princess smiled, she might have thought herself in China,
and the little Princess opened her eyes wide in astonishment.
She began to feel
less homesick now and to wonder what the Lord of Tibet would be like.
"Probably he will be old and ugly" she thought. "Perhaps he will
have no teeth left, and I shall have to prepare milk and bread for him to eat.
Oh dear! How will I endure these things?" Just then her eye was caught by
beautiful colours ahead as the great gates of the city swung open and a crowd
of people came out. They wore long robes of silk in the Chinese fashion,
scarlet, green and blue; they were bowing and waving their hands; and among the
sound of the many voices the Princess heard the Chinese words constantly
repeated. "Honour and long life to the Lady of Tibet."
Little Princess could hardly believe her ears. A young man on a sturdy, shaggy
pony rode forward from the crowd. His face was brown and his eyes were
sparkling. He pulled off his fur cap and bowed with a flourish, low over his
horse's neck. "Welcome Daughter of the Son of Heaven," he cried. "Welcome to Tibet."
this really the Land of the Blue Faces?" asked the little Princess;
"or am I perhaps among the people of Wu Ling?"
you are admiring our fruit trees," said the horseman, and the Princess was
amazed that a barbarian would know the works of the Chinese poet Tao Chi'en and
the legend of the Peach
"No, honoured Madam, this kingdom is indeed Tibet."
where are the people with the blue faces?"
Lord of Tibet feared that they may frighten you, so he has sent them all
little Princess frowned. "And may I ask without offence why this town is
full of Chinese buildings?"
Lord of Tibet feared that you might be a little homesick, so he has built this
poor copy of a Chinese city for you."
princess frowned but maybe not so hard.
I am sure I saw the lords and ladies wearing Chinese robes and speaking the
language of Han." she added.
man on the horse smiled at the little Princess.
Lord of Tibet feared that you might be lonely, so he has ordered his people to
copy the Chinese in everything."
pray inform the Lord of Tibet that the Daughter of the Dragon Throne wishes
humbly to thank him.
horseman laughed and the Princess saw his beautiful white teeth.
am the Lord of Tibet," he said. "We have waited a long time for your
coming, dear little Princess, and now that you are here you are even more
beautiful that I had imagined. Would it please you to ride here behind me, on
my horse, through the gates of the city so that my people can see you at
Princess was secretly delighted, for in all her life in the courts and the
palaces in her city, she had never been allowed to do such a thing. The Lord of
Tibet reached down and swung her up into the saddle and she clung onto his broad
shoulders with both hands.
must leave her father's house with sorrow, and now and then she did remember to
look a little sad for the sake of appearances but, as they rode into the city,
she was very happy to be the Lady of Tibet and her heart sang, even if it were
in the land of the Blue Faces.