Haven't I Started a Rebellion Yet?

The ending is undergoing major revisions. I’ll post the whole thing at once when it’s done.

[Ambitious, outwardly loyal schemer who defies fate × master physician who enters the world for love]

“I refuse to acknowledge it. What kind of fate is that?”

Born to a powerful family, famed for her talent as a youth,

a dazzling illusion, woven around her, bewitched Luo Fu for fourteen years.

Until a sharp winter blade and a narrow escape from death sent her into the mortal world.

After wandering the martial world for four years, she finally set foot on her homeland again.

Luo Fu stood in a pool of blood, recounting the past to an old friend.

In the history books, that storm of bloodshed was reduced to just two lines:

“In the twenty-third year of Yongxi, the heir of Prince Jingnan returned from the dead.

The following year, the prince fell gravely ill, and his heir, Fu, took charge of Weiyue.”

From then on, Luo Fu became the youngest female prince of Dacheng.

But in the prime of her life, she had no idea what it meant to be satisfied.

One region could no longer contain Luo Fu’s ambitions.

After two years of looking north toward the Central Plains, she finally got the opportunity she wanted.

In the twenty-sixth year of Yongxi, the emperor died.

The emperor’s seven-year-old youngest son was placed on the throne.

The crown prince, who had held the Eastern Palace for twenty years, fled south.

The heir’s cause was entirely justified: raise an army to put down the rebellion and restore the rightful line.

The merits of supporting the new emperor were there for the taking, and her family’s glory would reach unprecedented heights.

Once power was in her hands, it would be hard to let it go.

When she first entered the Taiji Hall, she knelt beneath the throne, her ambitions seemingly reaching the heavens.

When she returned to the imperial city, she felt the dragon throne might be a little closer to her, closer still.

The inner court, forged by power, trapped Luo Fu for eighteen years.

She was only a few steps from the throne, but alas, fate did not grant her a long life.

“If fate won’t grant her a long life, I’ll give her one myself.”

As a child, Nie Nanxing often had the same dream.

In the dream, he stood by the Naihe Bridge in plain white robes, waiting for a long time just to bring one person back to the mortal world.

He studied medicine at three and began treating patients at nine.

He thought he could save countless people by the Naihe Bridge.

Until, at seventeen, he met Luo Fu.

He had come into this world in the first place to save her alone.

She would be a phoenix soaring through the heavens,

and he would be a parasol tree for her to perch in.

He could not save all the people of the world, but Luo Fu could.

The people of the world could not save Luo Fu, but he could.

Content warnings:

The main story focuses on the plot, with little romance.

The female lead is strong and the male lead is weaker, with a relatively minor presence.

Readers with strict moral standards, beware. The female lead isn’t exactly a good person.

The female lead grows over time. This isn’t a mindless power fantasy.

I love planting very long-running clues. If you spot a plot hole, don’t curse me just yet. Maybe I can tie it all together!

The setting is fictional, with government offices loosely based on the mid-to-late Tang dynasty and plenty of original details.

Theme: The world drifts by like flowing water. In the end, life is but a dream.