He flies to Hawaii and Queen Liliuokalani II welcomes him in a very nice ceremony that is half in Hawaiian and half in English. She's in her fifties by now but still quite beautiful. 

Queen Liliuokalani II is descended from the historical monarchy of Hawaii (she is not technically the oldest descendant, but no one especially cares). During the secession crisis, she took over the government partially because she had legitimacy which was totally unrelated to the Gileadite government and partially because she is very charismatic and has a lot of force of personality. She successfully oversaw Hawaii's transition to a constitutional parliamentary monarchy and, a few years later, its union with Cascadia. At present, her position is mostly ceremonial and, to put it rudely, as a tourist attraction.

After the ceremony, she has dinner with him, and Jing Yi can discover for himself how a very charismatic, very intelligent, very forceful woman who meets regularly with every important person in the Hawaiian government can have a great deal of power, even if her legal powers mostly involve cutting the ribbon at new elementary schools. She is a lot. 

She comes across as exactly the sort of person who would make somewhere a constitutional monarchy by force of personality. It's impressive.

It's also slightly difficult to interact with her? It turns out he still has his 'dealing with the Imperial Court' instincts, and that is close to but not quite right for dealing a constitutional monarch. (No matter how badly he fucks up, she cannot order him to be executed. Not that he does fuck up, as far as he can tell.) He does his best to appreciative and respectful and impressed, and all of those are true.

Queen Liliuokalani II is very very good at putting people at their ease, in a way that if you think about it too hard makes you much more anxious. 

He spends some time in the hotel room realising this, and how the hell did she put him so much at ease??? How did she do this. It's a mystery. A very concerning mystery.

And then he goes home and talks to historians, and also to a ghostwriter, because it turns out that writing a memoir is basically the same thing as talking to historians. A lot of rambling about your daily life while they take notes.  

He is so good at rambling, and telling anecdotes. (The historians get what he remembers of prices, the ghost writer gets a lot more of the funny time his friend badly fucked up flirting.)

There is a fad for movies set in Tang Dynasty China, especially since they don't have to deal with the issue of whether characters are Christian or not and if so what kind. He is paid to fly down to Hollywood. (His agent provides a different list of rules for Hollywood, which is in Mexico. He is not to have sex or to take drugs of any sort, almost everyone in Hollywood does both but she doesn't trust him to have a sense for the unwritten rules since he is from a thousand years ago.) The giant-robots-run-on-qi movie is made, although it turns out that they make the giant robots with computers and the actual filming process involves a lot of people making stupid faces in front of a green screen. 

Hey, he's happy to be a trend setter. And also the most well behaved and squeaky cleanest person in all of Hollywood, if you ignore the fact he does not go to church.

Look, as long as the giant robots in the end product are cool, he's happy. Making silly faces in front of a green screen is worth it for that, he has no dignity anyway (unless he's standing next to Queen Liliuokalani.)

There are a lot of fundraisers for medical research that would like a Jing Yi, actually. They would like him to give speeches about how pandemics are very bad, and people should spend money on pandemic prevention and vaccine development and health care for people in the developing world, and should also get their vaccines. (Did he know that lots of people don't want to get their vaccines because they think that the natural immunity you get from getting measles is better?)

Why would you do that. Vaccines are so much nicer than measles. Why.

He can give so many impassioned speeches about how childhood diseases are terrifying and mass outbreaks are worse, and you should a) give money to stop that from happening and b) get your vaccines, come on, he got them even though he had already had those diseases.

His book comes out. It's a bestseller.

To promote it, his agent arranges a photoshoot of tasteful nudes, which is mostly hot and uncomfortable and involves making even more stupid faces than the giant robot movie. 

But when they come out Aang Wei sends him a series of emoticons and exclamation points.

It's all worth it for an appreciative audience

He is put on a cooking show! The judges are one food critic, one recipe writer who specializes in home cooking, and Jing Yi, and the contestants are supposed to make various dishes which are avant-garde or from unusual cuisines or which feature more maggots than one would normally prefer. 

He should have probably predicted the maggots from "avant-garde." He's a good sport about it. And the judging panel is improved by having someone who is totally willing to be eccentric and have weird time traveller opinions. (Which is sometimes "there are some food textures man was not meant to know" but also "actually, savoury chocolate is good. Bring on the savoury chocolate.")

Sometimes people recognize him on the street. There are groupies, if he wants them. He is beloved enough that when people call him out on social media most of the callouts are blatantly made up.

He gets his own house. Lev and Asher and Rose invite him for dinner all the time. Aang drifts in and out of his life on a schedule which only makes sense to himself. 

There is talk of a second memoir, and of turning his memoir into an official movie, and of the next season of the cooking show being themed around Chinese food. There are a number of unofficial movies and TV shows, mostly quite inaccurate. 

He builds a life. 

Haunted by the possibility of something going wrong and having to explain it to his agent, he does not with the groupies.

He occasionally let's sightly unvarnished opinions slip in public, but in Cascadia "I occasionally do things to annoy Gilead (if only 1/10 of my emails is about me not being saved and being a bad influence to children, I'm not trying hard enough)" and "the nice thing about secret ballots is that they are secret" is basically non-controversial.

The nice thing about living in a city like Portland is there are clubs that have a reputation for discretion. It's not going to last forever, but for now, if one of them is frequented by a woman who looks an awful lot like Jing Yi, no one's saying anything.

He generally avoids the unofficial movies: people get his own life wrong are funny, people getting his friends' and family's life wrong is depressing.

It's not the life he had planned, or even have chosen if he was given the option, but it's good, and he's happy to keep building it.

Eventually, a historian manages to track down a reference to a Xiao Jinyu. He was executed sixteen years after Jing Yi's disappearance for in some way irritating the emperor. The exact details of his crime were lost to history. 

Yeah, that... Makes perfect sense. It's exactly what he would do.

It's not like he expected him to still be alive or something, or even that he would have died of old age, but it's still a punch to the gut.

Of course it happened like that.

(He can hope Chu Chu made it out-- but Chu Chu was a coroner who was even less politically skilled than him. It's not likely).