At sixteen, I was crowned Queen of Shaganado on the banks of the Peacock River.
On my first day on the job, four monks passed through my country. They said they had come from the Great Tang in the East and were traveling west to obtain the scriptures. They were passing through and wanted a stamp on their travel documents.
I was buried in paperwork for choosing a royal consort and had a thousand things on my mind, so I passed the matter to the Imperial Preceptor and forgot about it.
Unexpectedly, twenty days later, the allied armies of two countries arrived at my gates, saying I had stolen Tang Monk's flesh and they were going to carry out Heaven's justice.
Me: ??? What candy? What meat?
And so, after only twenty-one days as queen, I became a prisoner.
A comically absurd leading lady in a Dunhuang-inspired setting, with random appearances from:
A scheming long-haired Imperial Preceptor, an emerald-eyed slave performer, an ambitious younger imperial brother, an arrogant royal heir sent for a political marriage, and a berserk warrior who goes out of control.
The main text is in third person.
The plot has nothing to do with Journey to the West. There are some fantasy elements, with about as much of them as in Game of Thrones.
The phoenix, undying in fire, is reborn from the ashes.
The honeysuckle, never withering through winter, lives forever through the cycle of rebirth.
Theme: Immortality
