Your Highness, Grass Is Growing on Your Grave

There’s no more to the synopsis. That’s it. Maybe it’s because of work, but by the end I just couldn’t feel anything anymore.

Still, I’m going to write my other stories. I’ll update A Half Bodhi, A Half Spring first, since I feel more inspired for that one. My Father-in-Law Looks Down on Me seems to be nothing but a vague idea, and if I write it now, I’ll probably just repeat the same mistakes as before: abandoning it over and over and going off track. So I’ll put it aside for now. I’ll only write thirty thousand words for A Fox Turns into a Demon, but at the moment that one also feels like a vague idea, without a complete plot structure or character concepts. I might write it in the middle of A Half Bodhi, A Half Spring. I’ll only post the first three chapters of A Half Bodhi, A Half Spring for now, and finish drafting the rest before publishing it. Life really does grind away all your inspiration. Maybe it’s also because I love letting my imagination run wild, but in reality I don’t feel like doing much.

A Half Bodhi, A Half Spring is mainly about a heroine taking revenge, in a story that’s both dark and bright. I’ll keep it short and wrap it up in a hundred thousand words. If I make it too long, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart again by the end.

Here’s the synopsis:

A beautiful, kind-hearted young widow vs. a highly accomplished Buddhist monk

After the Lantern Festival, Yinian finished observing the three-year mourning period for her mother. She sold the family land and their two wooden houses to repay the debt for her mother’s medicine, then set off for Lintong with a few taels of silver and half a piece of matching jade, in search of the fiancé she had never met.

He was a truly wonderful man. The moment he saw the jade pendant, he accepted Yinian as his bride. But he was frail and short-lived. The man who had promised to be her protector pulled the covers over himself and never got up again.

Yinian’s dream of being a young bride lasted just one day before she was widowed. At the funeral hall, she saw the monk Ruojue, who had come to perform rites for her late husband. His eyes and brows were strikingly like those of someone from her past, but unlike that man, he wasn’t sickly or frail. His features were elegant, yet he was broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and powerfully built, with a commanding presence. Clad in a gold-brocade kasaya and holding a nine-ring monk’s staff, he was the monk with the deepest understanding of Buddhism in all of Lintong.

Everyone said that looking a little like her late husband was his good fortune.

Theme: Love others as you love yourself. Wherever you are, hold on to kindness and never hurt others with your own malice.