Kingdom

Influx: Light and shadow

Greetings to everyone. I'm China. Sometimes the patriotic Chinese people call me mother. Scarcely am I called as "Mother China". Reason?

Most of my people are traitors. They're brought up by me, nourished by me, yet they forget me. This is not my pain. My pain is...sometimes they hurt me and their own brothers and sisters. For a mother, what could be more agonizing than seeing her child being killed by his or her siblings?

Thankfully, all of them aren't like that. Had they been, I would have been no more. Today, I'm going to talk about the arrival of one of them, one of my most adorable sons: Emperor Ray Kon, the guardian of the sacred white tiger, the loving child of the nation.

Readers and readeresses,

Without a queen, a king is not a king. So, on this day, I'll tell you about the birth of the noblewoman who was admired a lot. From ages to ages, this couple will be adored.

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The silk fringe of the cherry-blossom painted qipao slid against the craggy slope as the Regina continued running through her trajectories. The night airstream untied her bun, revealing the beauty of her gorgeous black hair, almost dissolved in the darkness. Where, when and how her aurum-smeared, ruby-embellished tiara had fallen down, she hadn't known. When the thorny road had peeled the soft skin of her feet, she couldn't have felt. With the passage of time, her speed was diminishing. The acceleration was forming into deceleration. But she didn't care. All that she cared about was a petite creation wrapped in a velvety towel weeping badly in hunger. She was grasping it closer to her chest. It was crying and crying, exploding its own voice. She should have stopped. She should have fondled him, should have found out the reason why he was crying. Irony, she couldn't do that. Had she done, she might've been successful, but she could have been deprived of something more than that.

Saving the little life which was only three days old.

While she was painting enflamed blood-spattered taints of her feet on the uneven gradient, something substantial was elicited by her.

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Flashback: 

"No! You can't leave me like this, Heian!" She clutched the collars of his patrician velvety kimono shirt, shrieking, "You...you've to be alive for us."

"Riza....try to understand...." The dying emperor caressed the chin of his darling wife, "My...my time....is over....please...flee from here..."

The empress kept staring at the aground ruler with a pair of sniveling eyes. He was coughing violently. At least five shafts were stabbed at his chest and back. His attire was silvery, but maraschino. He was shivering. Bit by bit, his skin was being paler. The temperature of his body was going to overthrow the northern polar caps.

"I'm not going to anywhere leaving you here!" Firmly Riza clasped the hand of her husband in hers, "If we've to live, we'll live together. If we've to leave the earth, we'll do that together!"

"Please don't be silly....." His breaths were shaky, "For our Ray, you've to live. You've....you've to stay alive....only for him..."

The black-haired woman lowered his head. She remembered a quotation of her husband:

"I am Heian. In Chinese, Heian means darkness. That's why I'll name my unborn child 'Ray'. And the ray only can enter in the field once darkness escapes."