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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

Chaslin_Xines · Histórico
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138 Chs
#SURVIVAL
#REVENGE
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#ROYALFAMILY
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#PRINCESS

A New Reign

Royal Father passed away in the middle of the night.

Zheng and I were both awake when it happened, in tears as we sat by his side.

The Royal Physicians were kneeling in rows behind us. We had called them in when calling out for Royal Father rendered no reaction from him.

His passing sent everyone in the Palace into mourning.

Screams, groans and yells rang out through the Palace, calling out for "Your Majesty!"

The Empress came running into Di Huang Tang, her hair and makeup done as she began to cry and wail.

She was dressed in her red Empress robes, and she threw herself onto her knees by the bed.

Zheng and I stepped aside to let her mourn, kowtowing side-by-side behind her as she wailed and sobbed for the death of her husband.

The day of the funeral procession went by in a blur.

By decorum, as the Emperor was the Father of the Nation, the whole of Jin Tang ought to go into mourning for 3 years after his death.