
Chang'an Relics
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In Chang'an City in the third year of Zhenguan, there was an insurmountable gap between the ruined courtyards of the Western Market and the glazed tiles of the Imperial City. Seven-year-old Li Ke clutched half a piece of wheat cake and licked his wounds in the mud of the market. He was an illegitimate son that no one knew about. The severed tail dragon pendant his mother gave him before she died was the only key to connect the two worlds. When the dragon pendant fit perfectly with the jade on the emperor's waist, the weeds in the mud suddenly broke into the chess game in the Golden Palace. The moon-white robe could not hide the scars on his palms, and the ambergris could not cover up the smoke and smoke of the Western Market. With the hard edges and corners given by the market, he walked alone within the strictly regulated palace walls. The Taifu's "Analects of Confucius" and my mother's blood handkerchief overlap in my memory, and the golden bricks of the Tai Chi Hall reflect the shadow of the old locust tree in the West City. When the Jinyi Prince's arrows point at his throat, and when the undercurrent of the court flows through the stone steps of Yeting Palace, this child who once huddled in the ruined courtyard will finally understand: Long Pei is not only a proof of identity, but also a sharp blade that splits destiny. From the shabby alleys of Chang'an to the Tai Chi Palace where all nations come to visit, from the trampled "bastard" to the troubled Qianlong, his growth path is the most secret footnote of Zhenguan's prosperous age and the sharpest rebellion against "rules" - after all, a real dragon never cares about his origins in the quagmire.
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