Song of the Jade Pendant

My name is Jiang Ling.

When I was born, my grandfather said I was destined to face a calamity.

He gave me a jade pendant and told me not to take it off until the calamity came.

I didn't really believe him, but I wore it for good luck anyway.

On my eighteenth birthday, I got drunk.

When I got home and lay down, I inexplicably pulled off the pendant.

"Grandpa really... even lied to his own granddaughter."

"Who are you?"

An unfamiliar man's voice echoed through the quiet room. My already foggy mind short-circuited. The alcohol haze lifted almost instantly. I hurriedly sat up and examined the pendant in my hand.

"The pendant... just spoke?!"

"Who exactly are you?"

I had no time to think. The words escaped me almost involuntarily. "Jiang Leng."

At first, I kept talking to the pendant whenever I had a spare moment, but the other party was aloof and often ignored me. "Silence. His Majesty is in court."

Well, would you look at that, he's an emperor. Grandpa sure has connections.

I transmigrated. I never thought something this absurd would happen to me.

I was even arrested as an assassin... and escorted to a magnificent palace. After the guards reported in, they marched me inside.

The pungent smell of blood hit me. I saw a horrifying scene that I would never forget: one person lay unconscious in a pool of blood, while another stood with his back to him, calmly wiping blood from a blade. "You may leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

My legs went weak, and I dropped to my knees. Without hesitation, I began wailing:

"Your Majesty! I'm really not an assassin! I don't know why I suddenly appeared in the palace either! I..."

Clang! A sword hit the floor, and fear silenced me. The man turned and walked toward me. From the corner of my eye, I saw a jade pendant at his waist, exactly like mine. His cool, magnetic voice drew closer.

"Jiang Ling, quiet down."

"You're giving me a headache."

Two souls in twin jade pendants, like twin lotus blossoms, share the same cold fragrance, their bond unbroken across lifetimes.

Neither of them ever expected to become the greatest variable in each other's lives.

HE, not a strong female-lead story. The female lead has a character-growth arc.

Set in a fictional history. No need to research historical details.

Theme: Where bones lie buried beneath wild grass, spring is just beginning.