Fu Kingdom

Many years later, she would remember that early summer in Pingyang. Green branches and emerald leaves hung over the temple. Buddhist chants drifted through the incense and worldly smoke, the temple quiet and still. All she could hear was the soft knocking of the divination sticks in her hands. At last, a wooden stick swayed and clattered to the ground. A monk pondered for a moment, then said, "Half a life spent in vain, half a life spent alone." The phoenix of the bamboo palace comes to rest; a new era sets beauty in place. Things to know before reading: 1. This is my most beloved story, featuring my favorite historical figure, bar none. 2. The male lead is Murong Chong, so you can probably guess the potential trigger. Read with caution if that bothers you.