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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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Tanghulu and Hidden Feelings

"4th Sister!" "4th Aunt!"

As I stepped into Han Manor, Feng Mian and Yao Xun bounded out of the Hu Yue Ge, racing each other to get to the entrance first.

"San Ge," I greeted with a curtsy, but Feng Mian tugged me into his arms. I stiffened, shocked as he embraced me.

"Feng Mian!" Er Ge's voice rang out across the courtyard. As though shocked by the sound, he released me. He rubbed his nose, coughing as he turned around.

I turned to look at Zheng, who was staring at my adoptive brother without an expression. Yi Liang had pushed him to my side. I could feel hostility exuding from him.

My chest turned cold. Bending down on Zheng's left, I put my hand on his wheelchair handle.

"Yao Xun! Come meet your 4th Uncle," I said, a little too enthusiastic. My nephew paused in his tracks, his small face showing uncertainty. I nodded in encouragement as he clutched at his robes.

When Yao Xun turned to look at my husband, his face crumpled and he began to cry.