Song of the Purple Night

Preliminary blurb:

I have been an outsider from beginning to end. Faced with this earth-shaking historical drama, I sit quietly in a corner like a spectator, watching the changes and upheavals stirred up by him, along with wave after wave of astonishing turmoil.

I know how history ends, but I don't know what happened on the way to that ending.

When it is all over, the only question is whether to kill or spare him. My dream of pear blossoms is scattered to the ends of the earth in an instant, carried away by the wind.

It is a rather clichéd story, one that has been told countless times, a story that can no longer stir anyone's feelings. But I will still finish it, because I have no choice.

A time-travel dream set in the Qing dynasty is only a dream; the difference is whether it is a tragedy or a comedy. Since it is a dream, please be understanding. Dreams are, after all, fleeting and unpredictable. When morning comes and we wake, everything will be as it was.

Thank you to everyone who has read this. This is my first time writing a story, and my writing is rough. Please forgive any parts that are hard to read.

This story is a slow burn. O(∩_∩)O Thanks! Please be patient with me!

A little more:

There are so many time-travel stories set in the Qing dynasty, but very few are completed, so I've been wondering whether I should write one. But now that I've started, I'll treat it as a way to finish one of my own dreams. I can't promise regular updates, so I hope everyone will understand and be patient.

I'm still working out the outline for the rest of the story. I've always wanted to write a Qing dynasty time-travel story that isn't too closely tied to politics, one that simply tells the story of "me" and the ordinary people at the very bottom of the Forbidden City, with all their different lives and struggles. If you don't like that... hehe, I'll just have to live with it!!