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The Celestial Phoenix's Ascent

"Queens and concubines are merely pawns in a game of Court," the Crown Prince stared me down, chin high. I returned him a smile, though my cheeks were stiff and reluctant to accommodate my lips. "Then why would a mere woman like me be your only tool to turn the tide?" - As the daughter of General Yan of the great country of Yin Shang, Yan Qing's duty lies with the royal Pan clan, whose sole orders hold her and her family's lives. When Yan Qing turned 19, the Crown Prince of Yin Shang decreed for her to enter the Palace. There, she received her mission: Go undercover as a Palace servant in their nemesis' territory, Jin Tang. Alone and afraid, she must brave through a precarious task. Only by succeeding in seducing the future King of Jin Tang of the royal Li clan would she survive her predicament. But things get messy in a hurry when she enters Shen Li Gong, Palace of the 18th Prince of Jin Tang. He was the downtrodden Prince, target of everyone's ridicule. But Yan Qing recognised the power that exuded from him. Would she be able to weave her way past the Prince's eagle eyes? The fate of her country, and more importantly, her family, lies in her hands. **Warning: Quite the slow burn** Book cover credits (background image): Jingyi Lyu https://unsplash.com/photos/lgCjARMlnjg

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Willing the Truth

"General Yi Liang," the guards at the main door greeted as we entered the gates. Zheng nodded at them as he stepped past.

Following behind him, I watched as he walked, lithe and agile through the men. I couldn't believe that he was the same man who never moved around without a wheelchair in the few months I spent in Shen Li Gong.

I needed to ask him for the truth... And hopefully be able to tell him mine.

Before we got back to Ping He Fu, Zheng told me that he needed to swap his belt back in the main tent, and he'd meet me in the West Hall.

I watched him go, Nian Zhen keeping quiet beside me, as we walked at a slower pace.

The soldiers were switching shifts, so the yard looked like a mess with men tying and removing their tags, putting on more layers or adjusting body armour.

Most of them ignored my presence, parting to make way for me as I walked through the crowd of them.