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The Celestial Phoenix's Ascent

"Queens and concubines are merely pawns in a game of Court," the Crown Prince stared me down, chin high. I returned him a smile, though my cheeks were stiff and reluctant to accommodate my lips. "Then why would a mere woman like me be your only tool to turn the tide?" - As the daughter of General Yan of the great country of Yin Shang, Yan Qing's duty lies with the royal Pan clan, whose sole orders hold her and her family's lives. When Yan Qing turned 19, the Crown Prince of Yin Shang decreed for her to enter the Palace. There, she received her mission: Go undercover as a Palace servant in their nemesis' territory, Jin Tang. Alone and afraid, she must brave through a precarious task. Only by succeeding in seducing the future King of Jin Tang of the royal Li clan would she survive her predicament. But things get messy in a hurry when she enters Shen Li Gong, Palace of the 18th Prince of Jin Tang. He was the downtrodden Prince, target of everyone's ridicule. But Yan Qing recognised the power that exuded from him. Would she be able to weave her way past the Prince's eagle eyes? The fate of her country, and more importantly, her family, lies in her hands. **Warning: Quite the slow burn** Book cover credits (background image): Jingyi Lyu https://unsplash.com/photos/lgCjARMlnjg

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An Emperor First or a Man?

My instincts kicked in.

The scrawny woman weighed nothing, and I grabbed her wrist before she could stab me in the neck with her hairpin.

The ferocity in her eyes reminded me of a wild dog protecting its young.

"You bitch!" she snarled, her voice breaking.

Everyone around me gasped, leaning backwards in horror.

Though there was a crazed woman attempting to hurt me, it bothered them more that she had called me a 'bitch'.

Irritation and disbelief flared within me - the Royal family really was something else.

Mu Wujuan swung her other arm as she poised her hand like it was a claw, attempting to scratch my face.

I caught the other hand too, and the two of us stood by the middle of Qing Li Dian's entrance, forming a weird-looking bridge with our arms.

From up close, Mu Wujuan looked almost like a ghost, her eye bags, sunken face and unkempt hair imprinting in my mind.

How could a royal concubine end up in such a state?