Chaslin_Xines

"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?" 

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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

The Celestial Phoenix's Ascent

My Grand Princess Consort uniform was looser than I remembered.


The winter air made cold seep into my bones as I stepped out of the main hall, my breaths frosting in the air before me.


Zheng turned around as I walked over to him at the entrance of Ping He Fu, Nian Qu and Qin on either side of me.


"Qingqing," he murmured. I had washed the red headband he had worn through the war personally.


He wore it on his return to the Palace, dressed in his yellow dragon robes. A sword had been sheathed by his hip.


"Your wife greets Your Majesty," I greeted, curtsying low.


Zheng's eyes narrowed. I knew what he was thinking.


It was time to return to a place of decorum and rules once more.


"Please rise, Wife," Zheng said, bending down to help me up.


"You have lost weight while I was at war," he said conversationally, putting ourselves into the fake situation we needed to sell to the Empress Dowager in mere hours.


Standing Up to the Dowager