Shen Wei never wanted to be an Emperor, but on the anniversary of the peace deal he discovers that Kunlun might be alive.
Part 1 of the The Leaves Of Autumn Are Memories series
Wow this was hard to upload. I had thirteen drafts in three seconds....then it deleted half the story...
Note: Wattpad does not seem to like me this month. A few lovely readers have asked about courtesy names. I'm so sorry I couldn't reply.
Anyway, in ancient China you had to be 20 years old to use your courtesy name, as this was the age defined as adulthood, and the name was given by your parents traditionally. But, many Chinese authors like Mo Xiang Tong Xiu reduce that age to around fifteen. In this story, 'Kunlun' was bestowed by his mother as his actual tribal name.
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There was a frantic edge to the worry building in a once broken heart and with came the excitement, the breathless joy twinned like a pair of birds in mid-flight.
For the first time in years he had new information, pieces of it yet to to form a complete whole...but it was hope. All he needed was more. If he just had the final piece, he would find Kunlun.
Not just Kunlun either. Where his beloved was, had to be where Da Qing and Sang Zan where as well. Then, there was Guo Changcheng. Chu Shuzhi's other half had been missing for the same length of time, vanishing about a few days before Shen Wei had arrived at the Hanga valley.
He had promised both Wang Zheng and Chu Shuzhi that he would do everything in his power, to find them as well. So this mention of his love, was a shining light in the darkness for both of his friends.
His entire being ached with the promise of holding his beloved again.
Nothing else mattered.
Zhao Yunlan. Oh Yunlan. I'll find you. I swear it.
After dinner with Wang Zheng, a messenger came with urgent news. His Chief of Intelligence had returned and awaited an audience to deliver the report he craved.
Usually he could slip away to the Palace of Six Phoenixes, but with everyone intently watching...he was led with the traditional eight guards to the official Emperor's quarters in the Palace of Moonlight.
A ridiculous name for a Palace predominantly decorated with dark wood, vivid blues and gold.
They swept along the endless corridors, his voice pitched low as he gave Chu Shuzhi his orders, his mind spinning with options, with strategy. His royal robes from the ceremony, swished in time with his measured steps.
No one could fail to notice the famous dao at his belt and way the traditional royal staff was gripped in his right hand. It could have so easily have been his pudao, the long pole weapon that was a true symbol of the Black Ghost General.
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The line between Emperor and war general was blurring once more.
Chu Shuzhi easily kept pace and tried not to allow his personal worry regarding his Emperor's mind frame to become visible on his face. It was no secret that Shen Wei was loyal to Chieftain Kunlun and for all he struggled with the man, it had been Kunlun who had saved the Lord of Dixing.
