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Gilded Memories series Upcoming Stories 3

Gilded Memories Book 6

Forefathers
[Long Xiaojiao•Mei]

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Gilded Memories Series Book 6
[SHORT STORY]

Growing up in a noble household had its share of ups and downs, and Mei knew this all too well. As a member of the prestigious Dragon Clan, directly descended from the legendary White Horse Dragon himself, she took great pride in her heritage. Yet, there were times when it all felt... difficult.

Having been raised knowing she was part of such an illustrious lineage, Mei often found herself pondering the depth of her family's history. How far back did her ancestry stretch? What had her forefathers been like? These questions gnawed at her, but when she asked her parents, they were rarely able to offer much. They were busy people, always preoccupied with matters beyond the walls of the mansion. As a result, Mei often found herself alone, surrounded by ancient relics and forbidden treasures, including cars she wasn't allowed to drive.

"What's with the long face, bro?" MK asked, pulling up a chair beside her as they sat outside the Pigsy Noodle shop. Mei had been staring off into the distance, her gaze lost in thought. The boy tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand her mood.

Mei hesitated for a moment, then sighed, her eyes softening. "Well... with everything that's happened, I just find myself wondering if..." She trailed off, catching her reflection in a small puddle at her feet.

"I was just wondering," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "what stories my forefathers could tell me if they were here."

Forefathers [Long Xiaojiao•Mei]

Gilded Memories Book 7 [FINAL BOOK]

The Painters Canvas
[Third Lotus Prince•Nezha]

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Gilded Memories Series Book 7
[SHORT STORY] [FINAL BOOK]

The Lotus Prince was the very image of divine discipline. Graceful, dutiful, endlessly composed-he moved through his celestial obligations with the precision of a blade and the stillness of deep water.  Until, of course, he wasn't. Gone was the poised deity. Nezha barely moved, swatting at the servants with lazy flicks of his hand. And, finally, they did. The blessed silence that followed was golden.

It lasted precisely seven minutes.

"Nezha!" Li Jing, the Pagoda-Wielding General, was a man of punctual chaos and poor timing. From the bed, Nezha didn't even lift his head.

"No."

"You haven't heard what I'm going to say yet."

"I already don't want to do it." Li Jing didn't take up his sarcasm, instead explained to him that his mother requests of a painter.

"Father, we live in a celestial realm. I can sneeze in the right direction and summon five of them. six, if I fake a yawn, and seven will be sculpting me in marble before dinner."

Nezha groaned and buried his face on his pillows.  Li Jing's mouth twitched. "Yes but you know how she is. She wants someone real. Someone who smells like turpentine and mountain wind. No conjurations. No summoned artisans. A mortal."

"A mortal," Nezha echoed. "You want me to descend into the mortal realm to fetch a painter for a goddess with opinions."

"It's for your mother," his father reminded him. and With a sigh of infinite suffering, Nezha  dragged himself toward the open sky like a man headed to execution. "Fine. I'll find your mortal da Vinci."

And just like that.

Go down. Find someone with callused fingers.

Easy.

Except it wasn't. Because the artist he found didn't treat him like a prince.  Instead, the mortal squinted at him.

Nezha didn't expect the artist to see him.

They drew him not as a legend, but as Nezha.

And in that simple, stubborn act of humanity-he found himself slowly unraveling. And somehow, in strokes of ink and silence, Nezha began to feel the strangest of things.

Seen.

-The Painters Canvas
[Third Lotus Prince•Nezha]

[FINAL BOOK]