[Pure historical romance and political intrigue, mutual salvation, no golden finger, no transmigration, no rebirth]
[Female court historian and philologist × mute hostage prince: a story of two people saving each other amid a literary inquisition]
The newly founded dynasty united the realm, standardized the written language and the axle lengths of carts, and hung a compendium titled The Standardized Characters in the halls of government. From then on, a single word could mark a border, and one character could decide life or death.
The young Lady Historian Shen had studied etymology and textual exegesis since childhood. Sitting alone in a cold office with her brush in hand, she thought her only duty was to correct erroneous characters, not to meddle in the rise and fall of human affairs. The hostage prince of a fallen kingdom had lost his native accent and kept silent as stone, using only the writings left behind by his homeland to hint at his true feelings.
One uses the official language to win back a person's freedom; the other records the ghosts of the dead in a lost tongue. History unfolds between the characters, and weapons lie at the tip of the brush.
When it comes to characters like “rebel,” “people,” “redeem,” “disaster,” and “god,” adding a single stroke might lead to a city being slaughtered, while removing one could erase a name. In such times, who wields the historian's brush, and who is imprisoned by words?
[This story is set in an imaginary world. All characters are fictional; any resemblance to real people is coincidental.]
