I dedicate this story to women who have been battered and bruised, yet remain pure as jade. You are the reason my eyes fill with tears, and the motivation that carried me through to the end of this story.
A nun with a heart as calm as still water joins the Crown Prince's retinue to save her father. Is her path the quiet road to a monastery, or the road of strife in the imperial harem?
Perhaps it is neither.
Only those who fight their way out of a bloodbath have the right to sit beneath the Bodhi tree and speak of compassion.
The enemy's blood seeps into her pores. Her armor is smashed, and her long hair is stained with thick, dark blood.
She murmurs, "Bodhisattva, it seems the demons of this world can never all be killed..."
"Bodhisattva, your humble daughter is so exhausted she can no longer lift her arms, and she cannot see the dawn..."
"Bodhisattva, your humble daughter's hands are stained with blood. She can never return to your side!"
When a Bodhisattva enters a world in chaos, she too must take up arms, fight desperately, shed tears of blood, and journey through hell!
And the broken blade clenched in her hand is the path to Bodhi.
An alternate-history setting, dark and realistic, focused on the struggle for power. From the emperor down to the common people, everyone struggles to survive.
The male lead's fiancee died young, and he had given up on romance. Yet somehow, he met her! A nun.
Theme: Women moving forward through darkness
