Melancholy Dynasty- a Code Geass Liar's Dice Story
,A/N:Surprise everyone, here is a new One Shot Chapter for Code Geass Liar's Dice whipped up by Makarov and myself, after we had chatted about wanting to do a one-shot set in the LD universe before starting up the fic. That will be a reboot of my crossover Code Geass/Black Lagoon fic Roanapur Connection but set in an Alternative universe to the original series that will become apparent why in LD's story.This One Shot focuses on Empress Wu and her family before the events of the upcoming series based around a photo the family had together that I previously had done by the wonderful artist @SkyGiratina00, which I had wanted to do for sometime now but hadn't had the chance to until now (photo is in chapter below).As this was a chance for us to get into Empress Wu's head, explore her character, how her duties and the burdens of the throne she shares with her husband, the state of China and its government, people, what their relationship was like with their family, which if you had previously read the Roanapur chapter Peace Sells But Who's Buying, was interesting to put it lightly.Along with giving everyone a little preview of what to expect in the upcoming main fic we plan to start working on soon.This is also a thank you gift to everyone that has been following me for years for news on RC, LD as a whole, and kept faith with me despite all the setbacks, the initial cancellation in 2021 of LD after a very tiring and impactful year. And the numerous attempts to restart it that have finally bearing fruit.Big shoutout as well to my dear friend @BlackManaBurning, who wrote with me on RC for China and was a major influence over everything for it, from Wu and her family, to the setting that keeps to what we saw of China in R2 and everything that will be built on in LD.,PPeace Sells, But Who's Buying? [CG+BL fanfic pt1]A/N: Blackmambauk: Hi everyone, we are finallyI hope you enjoy it and please let any feedback on the chapter in the reviews below.Thanks very muchKind Regards,,, Wednesday 20th April 1994 a.t.b Luo Yang Palace ChinaShadows in the GardenAs the sun's early rays penetrated the translucent silk curtains, illuminating the lavish chamber in a warm amber hue, Empress Wu felt the cold embrace of her restless dreams slowly dissipate. The world of her slumber was a familiar and distant realm, a fleeting sanctuary where the strings of her heart could finally rest, even if only for a moment. But the inexorable march of time knew no mercy and the day's duties would not tolerate her lingering in the realms of dreams.Wu's eyes fluttered open, revealing the ornate ceiling above, adorned with intricate golden patterns weaving tales of ancient myths and glory. The aging Empress sighed, as if to lament the passing of another night and with considerable effort, she raised her frail body from the silken sheets that cradled her. Her once-radiant visage, marred by the merciless hand of time, stared back at her in the gilded mirror across the chamber. Her silver hair, once a cascade of midnight silk, now mirrored the ghostly pallor of her daughter, Hui Ying.With unsteady hands, Wu poured herself a cup of lukewarm tea, the leaves of which had been carefully selected by the palace's finest herbalists. The steam danced around her, carrying the fragrant aroma of a distant memory – a time when her body was a temple of strength and her mind an unyielding fortress. But the passage of time had eroded her once indomitable spirit, leaving her a mere reflection of her former self, a fading portrait of glory and power.Her husband, Emperor Xiang, stirred beside her, sensing the movement of his wife. He too bore the weight of age, his once-fiery eyes now dimmed by the wisdom of a lifetime. He reached out, his hand finding hers with practiced ease, their fingers intertwining like the roots of an ancient tree. His touch, a symbol of their eternal bond, brought solace to her weary soul.As they shared a tender moment, a soft knock on the door disrupted the fragile silence. Their trusted handmaiden, Ling, entered the chamber, her footsteps as delicate as the whispers of a zephyr. She carried with her a silver tray, bearing the morning repast, a subtle reminder that the world beyond their chamber still spun, indifferent to their struggles and yearnings.The handmaiden assisted Wu in donning her elaborate robes, each layer a testament to her regal status. As the intricate fabrics enveloped her, she felt both burdened and protected, reminded of the responsibility and privilege that came with her title. Wu's once-agile fingers now trembled as she fastened the clasps, her dexterity reduced to a memory that taunted her with its fleeting presence. Ling, ever attentive, stepped in to assist with a practiced grace, her devotion to her Empress unwavering.With the ritual of dressing complete, Wu took a deep breath, steadying herself for the day ahead. Her heart beat heavily within her chest, the echoes of its rhythm a reminder of the life she had built and the legacy she would leave behind. The doors to the chamber were thrown open and the Empress stepped forth, her head held high, her eyes glistening with the unspoken determination that burned within her very soul.In the face of her own mortality, Empress Wu would not yield. And so, the day began anew.The palace corridors stretched out before Empress Wu like the veins of a great dragon, the polished marble floors gleaming with the ethereal light of a thousand candles. As she walked, her silken robes whispered softly against the cool surface, each step a measured testament to her indomitable spirit. Her husband, Emperor Xiang, walked at her side, his presence a steady pillar against the relentless current of time.They passed through a verdant courtyard, where the delicate scent of blossoming peonies intermingled with the crisp morning air. The garden, a living tapestry of colors and fragrances, served as a reminder of the fleeting beauty of life. In the distance, the song of a solitary nightingale echoed through the dew-laden foliage, a sweet melody that soothed the soul.As they made their way towards the throne room, Wu's thoughts turned to the matters of the day. A myriad of decisions awaited her, each with the potential to alter the course of her empire and the weight of these responsibilities settled upon her shoulders like a heavy mantle. It was a burden she had borne for decades, one that had grown heavier with each passing year. Yet she would not be crushed beneath its oppressive mass, for the fire that burned within her would not be extinguished.Upon reaching the throne room, the heavy doors groaned open, revealing a vast chamber adorned with gold and jade. The light that poured in through the towering windows cast the space in a regal glow, illuminating the faces of the ministers and courtiers who had gathered to bear witness to their sovereign's wisdom. They bowed low, their murmured salutations a testament to their loyalty and respect.Wu ascended the dais, her body aching with the exertion and settled upon the ornate throne, the symbol of her power and authority. With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the day's proceedings, her gaze unwavering as it swept across the sea of faces before her. The first minister approached, his head bowed and began to present the matters that required her attention. Though her heart was heavy and her body frail, Empress Wu would persevere, for she was the enduring flame that burned at the heart of her empire.Throughout the day, Empress Wu navigated the complex web of politics and intrigue that governed her kingdom, her wisdom and experience guiding her through the labyrinthine affairs of state. Each decision she made, each judgment she passed, was a delicate balance between her people's needs and her heart's desires. The sun slowly traversed the sky above, its warm light a constant reminder of the inexorable passage of time.In the languid twilight, Emperor Xiang and Empress Wu reclined on their sumptuous divan, the gently swirling patterns of silk and brocade cushions bearing witness to the day's exertions. As a soft breeze whispered through the gossamer curtains, Wu turned to her husband, her brow furrowed in contemplation."Have you noticed, my love, how the warmth of these days seems to grow ever more oppressive?" she inquired, her voice carrying the faintest hint of unease.Xiang, his eyes gazing out at the burnished horizon, nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, my dear. The air has grown thick with heat, like the breath of some slumbering beast." He paused, his mind wandering to the verdant slopes of the mountains that cradled their empire. "Yet, I must confess, I find myself drawn to the mountains, despite the sweltering climes."Wu's eyes, dark as a moonless night, shimmered with curiosity as she turned her gaze towards the distant peaks. "Tell me, Xiang, what is it about those lofty heights that captivates your heart so?"Xiang pondered the question, his thoughts weaving a delicate tapestry of memory and emotion."There is a purity to the mountains, my love, a sense of quiet strength that I find deeply comforting," he began, his voice soft as the rustle of leaves."Though the heat may cling to the valleys and plains, the mountains rise above it, their snow-capped peaks a testament to their indomitable spirit."As he spoke, his words seemed to dance upon the air, painting a vivid picture of the rugged beauty that had captured his soul. Wu found herself entranced, drawn into the depths of her husband's passion for the landscape that had shaped him."It is true, my love, that there is a certain solace to be found in the mountains' embrace," she mused, her own thoughts turning to the delicate balance between the scorching sun and the cool serenity of those lofty realms."And perhaps it is that balance, that dance between fire and ice, that speaks so deeply to our own nature."Xiang smiled, the warmth of his love for Wu radiating from his very being. "Indeed, my dear, for are we not also a study in contrasts, our passions and desires burning brightly against the cool reason that governs our actions?"Wu returned his smile, her heart swelling with the knowledge that, in their shared love for the mountains, they had found yet another thread that bound their souls together.Emperor Xiang and Empress Wu found themselves contemplating the inexorable passage of time. In the quietude of the evening, they allowed their hearts to be laid bare, each seeking solace and understanding in the other's embrace."My love," Wu began, her voice a whisper in the dark,"I have been considering our time together, the wonders we have shared, the trials we have faced and the legacy we will leave behind. Do you ever ponder the moment when we will finally set aside our crowns and allow ourselves to embrace the tranquility of a simpler life?"Xiang, his eyes reflecting the glimmer of natural sunlight that invaded their dwelling, nodded thoughtfully."Indeed, my dear, my thoughts have often strayed to that far-off day when we might relinquish our roles and find solace in the quietude of a life free from the weight of our responsibilities." He glanced at Wu, concern etched into his features."But tell me, my love, what of your health? The burden of the empire has taken its toll and I worry for your well-being."Wu smiled faintly, acknowledging the truth in her husband's words."Yes, the years have been unkind in their demands and I can feel their weight upon my shoulders. But worry not, Xiang, for my spirit remains strong and my resolve unbroken."Xiang's gaze softened, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration for the woman who had stood by his side through every tempest. "Your strength has always been an inspiration, my love. And I, too, must confess that the passage of time has left its mark upon me."Wu reached out, her fingers tracing the lines that time had etched upon her husband's face, each a testament to their shared journey. "Yet even as we face our own mortality, my love, I find solace in the knowledge that our love has grown stronger, more vibrant, with each passing day."Xiang clasped her hand, his eyes locking with hers as he spoke with a quiet determination. "Indeed, my dear and it is that love that will sustain us, long after we have relinquished our crowns and stepped down from the throne. Together, we will forge a new path, guided by our love and the wisdom of our years."In the rare silence of their day, as the sun shined brightly above, Emperor Xiang and Empress Wu found solace in the promise of their future, secure in the knowledge that their love would endure, transcending time and space and illuminating the twilight of their years with a brilliance that would rival the stars themselves.In the imperial study, Emperor Xiang and Empress Wu convened with their most trusted advisors, each an expert in their respective fields, to discuss the ever-shifting tapestry of global politics. The room was heavy with anticipation as the advisors prepared to share their insights, their voices solemn as they recounted the latest developments concerning India, Britannia and Japan.Chancellor Li, a seasoned diplomat with an astute understanding of international relations, took the lead."Your Majesties, it has come to our attention that Separatist Burma has been strengthening its ties with Britannia and Japan, forging new alliances in trade and military cooperation. Furthermore, there are whispers of potential discussions between the European Union and Russia, though the exact nature of these talks remains unknown. The situation in Indochina continues to be a growing concern."Empress Wu furrowed her brow, the weight of concern evident in her eyes."We must remain vigilant, for the winds of change are blowing and alliances may shift like the sands of time. It is essential that we stay informed of these developments and maintain open communication with our allies."Emperor Xiang nodded in agreement, his thoughts turning to the long-standing "relationship of skepticism" between their empire and Britannia."Indeed, my dear. We have enjoyed a fruitful relationship with some for centuries and it would be prudent to engage in dialogue with their leaders, to ensure our alliance remains steadfast and to better understand their intentions with Britannia and India."Chancellor Li interjected,"It would also be wise, Your Majesties, to extend a hand of friendship to Separatist Burma, to ascertain their motivations and to explore opportunities for cooperation. While our empire is strong, we must adapt to the changing landscape and ensure our place in the new world order."The advisors murmured their assent, their expressions a tapestry of concern and determination. Empress Wu, her gaze resolute, addressed the assembly."Then let us waste no time. Chancellor Li, I task you with coordinating diplomatic efforts with Separatist Burma and Britannia. We must tread carefully, but with purpose, as we navigate these turbulent waters."The advisors bowed, their minds alight with the urgency of their tasks. As the meeting drew on, Emperor Xiang and Empress Wu shared a glance, acknowledging the challenges that lay ahead. The world was changing and their empire would have to adapt or risk being left behind in the annals of history. With the wisdom of their advisors and the strength of their resolve, they would face the future, united in their pursuit of stability and prosperity for their people.Empress Wu's thoughts as she sat in the Imperial study, were conflicted as she pondered on her daughter, Hui. The topic of politics, inevitably, would remind her of how Hui stood firm in her political convictions. Despite Hui's passionate rhetoric, Wu knew that her daughter's views did not entirely align with her own. Yet, she could not help but acknowledge that Hui had a unique boldness to her committed beliefs.In public, Wu maintained a neutral stance on political matters, fearing that any show of support for one faction over another would be misconstrued. But behind closed doors, Wu was not afraid to take a militant stance on certain issues. She had been raised by the courts as a princess and then became empress, instilling in her a sense of duty and honor to her country.Regardless, she knew that her daughter's overt political bias could be a double-edged sword, but she respected Hui's courage nonetheless. It was just such a shame that, one day, Hui would be in her position and would be forced to realize that political conferences as the head-of-state left little room for idealism or soft heartness.Amidst the growing respect for Hui's achievements, there lingered a delicate matter which Wu had been handling with the utmost discretion. She still remembered the day when her main lady-in-waiting and former best friend, had come to her with startling news.Frankly, despite it being whispered or spectated on, especially by the maids and enunch's in the courts snickering like little boys, the rather acquired likings of Hui had threatened to impose a rather strict shroud of judgment over her. While the conferences had unwritten rules of restraint, these rules themselves were dictated by traditional and often, conservative values that proved to be dissonant to the life that Hui could not hide so easily.Wu's courts were once a beautiful garden of order, compliance and understanding. And yet, one of her former most trusted officials had boldly attempted to blackmail her, the Empress herself. The fool had spread rumors about Hui's proclivities throughout the court, like venomous tendrils snaking through the halls of power and frankly, Wu was quick to ensure everyone's mouths were wired shut on the subject. What was another unspoken rule among the thousands in place?Empress Wu, in her infinite wisdom, had chosen to address her daughter's secret with love and support, recognizing the strength of character that Hui displayed in both her public and private life. It was this unconditional love that had fortified the bond between mother and daughter, allowing them to face the challenges of their ever-changing world with courage and grace.Nothing would ever be so simple, although. Deep down, Wu held a heavy heart at the fact that eventually, she would have to confront Hui directly regarding the concerns of the tremendous expectations an Empress would be held to.It was a shame, that just as she had begun to formulate and imagine the eventual conversation in her head, the conference on current affairs had been put to order. As always, there was a shared, mutual silence of respect and softly spoken prayers among all those who gathered.Wu knew that all peace would eventually collapse at the first sentences uttered. Nowadays, good news was reserved until the very end of sessions. The beginning trials of these ever, increasingly long days of political back-and-forth were often like being stabbed with an already poisoned blade. Surely, it could never just be a terrible situation, but an infection in the realms that festered rapidly. Left unattended any further and some fools would suggest amputation before antibiotics could even be administered.Empress Wu sat at the head of the table, flanked by her trusted advisors, as well as Xiang and Li. Von Clarke, the envoy from the European Union, sat across from them, looking uneasy. He was the most average looking caucasian man she ever set her eyes on. His continued position in China had surely turned his brown hair a slight grey at the roots and his glasses-clad face became more mouse-like as the years went on. Unfortunately, this made him an easy target in more ways than one."Relations with Britannia are deteriorating," Xiang said, breaking the silence."Their continued ties with the EU are hampering our efforts to forge stronger connections with Europe." Von Clarke shifted in his seat."The EU needs to maintain trade relations with Britannia to rebuild after our conflict with Russia. But we understand your concerns, Your Highness." The European had weaseled his way out of blame yet again.Wu nodded, considering the situation carefully. "And what of Japan? The Kyoto House has been meddling in our trade affairs near the coast.""Their interference is causing the cost of trade to rise. We cannot let them continue." Li snorted."With so many Imperialist powers vying for power in the East, it would make sense if their economic sabotage was intentional.""I understand your frustrations, Empress." A rather bold statement, from Von Clarke, had surprised Wu and Li.They were sure that the European would have kept his opinion to himself regarding Kyoto House affairs."But we must remember the delicate balance of power in the region. The European Union wishes it could invest more in cooperative development in this part of the world, but materials are not free and the cost of war has ensured that for the next decade or so."Wu raised an eyebrow."The balance of power is shifting rapidly. We must be careful not to be left behind.""And what of Russia?" Emperor Xiang leaned forward, a fierce glare aimed toward The European."Tensions in the north are escalating. Surely, the soldiers of the EU cannot afford another hasty conscription and mobilization, if the Russians decide to swipe at you again, especially with Euro Britannia's established Foothold near Turkey. Developing and investing in the East is the best way to protect the West, is it not?""The Russian bear has begun to stir." Wu sighed, her worst fears of prior years have only become more tangible the older she got. "We must tread carefully and avoid provocation. I understand that the EU is hesitant to step on the Russian's valenki boots after the previous war only ending 4 years ago, but if you play too comfortably with Britannia and its vessel state in Europe, they may 'liberate' you from yourselves before the Russians even get a chance."In the midst of the tense discussion, Li spoke up."Your Majesty, forgive me for interrupting, but our concerns are not just in the North. We have even more immediate trouble brewing in the South.""Is that so?" With a huff, Wu turned to Li with the grace of a sword being pulled from its sheath."Has there ever been a time where China has not been surrounded by a thousand aimed arrows, from every direction?""I believe these arrows have already been flung, unlike in the North." Li steadied himself and his voice.Visibly, Von Clarke was glad to get some heat off of himself and the EU during this discussion."Rather than bicker among allies, we need to address our enemies. I have received concerning reports of Japanese pirates spotted along the coast. It seems they may be acting under the influence of the Kyoto House.""The Kyoto House?" As if to further divert negative attention to himself, Von Clarke leaned fully into Li's redirection."Would they so brazenly act against China?" Xiang nodded gravely."It would not be the first time they have meddled in our affairs. But if they are indeed behind these pirates, it raises the question of whether Japan is waging a clandestine war against us.""Burma has been subject to numerous ethnic struggles and civil wars as long as this century has been around. The port, as valuable as it is – has a history of piracy longer than most countries." While Empress Wu listened carefully, considering the implications, she wouldn't form her own opinion until she had all of the necessary information in hand."And what of the reports of Japanese mercenaries in Separatist Burma? Burma may be near-abroad, but we can't catch every drop of rain in this world even with the size of our 'umbrella'. Naval projection in the South alone should be enough to deter piracy." Li hesitated before answering."Yes, Your Majesty. But it seems these skilled fighters are operating outside the official policies of the Japanese government." In hope of support, Chancellor Li glanced toward Xiang."Yes, in fact," It was a safe bet he had made. Xiang supported the validity of these concerns, much to the audible sighing of his wife."Our intel agencies have known for a long while that Kyoto House has had ambitions to train elite forces in guerilla warfare, for deniable operations and intercontinental insurgency.""A rather new development in modern conflict for a conventional military and highly developed nation, but it is a viable one." Li added on."Non-state actors are appearing more and more often in battlefields around the world." Chimed in Von Clarke, coming off as more confident with his words the more he sat through today's conference."Even the Russians have mercenary bands of supposed 'Free Companies' operating in Burma. Wherever there is anarchy, there is a viable ground to gain valuable field experience and further adapt new trends in modern warfighting.""Why fight for another man's nation willingly, for money or otherwise?" To Wu, this concept was utterly incomprehensible to her. "How can there be any honor among warriors who live as thieves and have the hearts of bandits?""Precisely, my Empress, the concern is that a lawless state, such as the Separatist controlled territories in Burma–" Gulped Li. He knew he had to sell his case properly. "...would be the most appropriate 'field school' for operatives that would specialize in infiltration, sabotage and terrorism.""Terrorism?" That word made Wu's soul wriggle within her mortal shell."Hm. Fine, add additional troops to the southern garrisons, increase port patrols and declare all pirates in our waters, mercenaries or otherwise, as enemies of the state. But do not word it like a declaration of war.""Yes, of course." Li bowed his head."It will simply be announced as an increase in naval security. After all, we have plenty of merchant ventures expanding in the region. We have a duty and obligation to ensure their safe travels."If there was one thing that Xiang disliked doing, it was to clash occasionally with his wife. However, he never let his personal love for her blind him from his own obligations and duty, just as she would never compromise the integrity of their court for him. Wu recognized her husband's distinct expression and bit the inside of her cheek, her way of ushering him on."There is a problem about adding further to the garrisons in the South. And that is that many of the locals will perceive it as a show of force." Xiang had finally spoken up on the matter."My dearest Wu, the situation in the south is grave. We must take action to address the grievances of the people, lest we risk losing control of those regions entirely. Their independent spirits will not take lightly to us expanding our network so boldly."Li, whose prominent familiarity with the South was evident."I must agree with Xiang. The people are tired of being overlooked and ignored by the central government. They demand greater autonomy and a say in how their regions are governed." This was followed with an awkward cough, barely caught by his sleeve."And yet, I also do not believe that it is a coincidence that the worsening state of Burma, who borders us in the South, is suddenly filling itself with the ranks of Japanese partisans, mercenaries and pirates. They may even use our oversights in diplomacy as a way to make convenient 'friendships' that would cause a great deal of trouble for us.""I understand your concerns," the Empress said,"But we must also consider the long-term consequences of our actions. If we give in to their demands too easily, we risk fragmenting our nation and losing the very foundations of our monarchy. If the South becomes destabilized, by Kyoto House or by some bull-headed egoism, we still have the central government. A snake can only bite with its teeth, not its bodies nor its scales. We can't cut off the head and assume the body will follow its direction, for it lacks eyes, it lacks sense and it will wriggle while our enemies chop at it with an ax. They want to cut us into pieces, but we are stronger the more unified we are, top to bottom. Not bottom to top."Minister Wang, a representative of affairs for the South and a close ally of Li, interjected,"Perhaps we can find a compromise. We can grant greater autonomy to the regions while still maintaining central control over key policies and decisions. Rather than increase the garrisons with central troops, we can recruit locally from the police force and give them a chance to prove themselves. "Shen, a man who was once believed to be an ally of Prime Minister Xu Ding.A charismatic and influential leader who had managed to rally significant support against the typical Chinese hierarchy, found this to be an opportune chance to be heard."With all due respect, Minister Wang, a compromise will not satisfy the people. They demand real change and a more equitable distribution of power and resources." As Shen expelled his take on the matters, numerous mumbles throughout the court questioned why he was even allowed her, let alone on invitation."If not recognized autonomy, the central government will have to grant, at the very least, a favorable tax program that will stop bleeding the South dry. How is the South ever going to develop, outside of the port cities, that colonists so greedily want for themselves - if the South is paying Central taxes for none of the benefits? And none of the representations?"Empress Wu pondered their words, knowing that her response would be critical in determining the future of her nation. "We must find a solution that satisfies both the people and the central government. We will continue to work towards finding a compromise that ensures the stability and unity of our great nation." With a single finger, she appointed Minister Wang with a great responsibility."Form a committee for Southern Regional Affairs. It will be well funded and in turn, your first bit of homework will be to suggest the garrison plan. Suggest firmly, as we may not consider any alternatives offered."These words hung heavy in the air, and the conference room fell silent. It was clear that Shen, and by extension, the South's demands for greater autonomy were not going to be easily addressed with compromise in mind."Outrageous. You speak of Unified China as a snake and that is an apt metaphor, my Majesty." Ironically, Shen's emphasis on the honorific was as venomous as his growing opinion for the entire court."The Central Government wishes to keep us all in the same garden, but we are hardly siblings, we are barely cousins. Why must the South bend to the point of breaking for the North? You modernize this nation on our backs and yet, you wish to conscript us en masse or to occupy us like an enemy nation, for what? To protect us from this imaginary threat? Perhaps the Japanese pirates are merely partaking in Burmese whores!?""I understand your grievances, Esteemed Shen, but we cannot allow the fragmentation of our nation," Wu said finally, breaking the arrogant rant with a powerful presence in her voice."We must work together to find a solution that satisfies everyone. One that does not require bringing rifles to each other's backyards."Xiang, ever the voice of reason, spoke up next."Perhaps we could plan for a more equitable distribution of power, as well as adjusted taxes, given the development in most of the region," he suggested."If we substantially increase their quality of life, they won't question if the local schools preach about the good of the Central Government. Before we know it, there may be enough patriotic incentive to push for volunteer-recruiting for the garrisons in the local populace. No need for conscription or Central-Command overstepping.""But what about the rest of China? We cannot let the southern provinces dictate the terms of our nation's governance. They must be kept in check." Li, one of the ministers from the north, disagreed. To the shock of several of his companions.Despite his sympathies, it was clear that Li leaned in Wu's corner more than anyone realized."I believe Emperor Xiang has the best intentions, but granting more autonomy and self-governance to these regions, too quickly, will make them a separatist state, just as the port cities in Burma have become."The argument was damned to continue, with Shen and his supporters growing increasingly agitated."We are tired of being treated like second-class citizens," he exclaimed."We demand our independence! And perhaps we will take the soil one shovel at a time, each city, one bullet at a time! And when you see true poverty, perhaps you will understand our plight!"The room erupted in chaos as Shen''s words were met with both support and opposition. Empress Wu tried to restore order, but it was clear that the situation was quickly spiraling out of control.In the end, it was Xiang who managed to calm everyone down."Let us all take a step back and think about the long-term implications of our decisions," he said."We must not let our emotions cloud our judgment. Only by working together can we find a solution that benefits all of China. We have many attributes that make us unique, but we serve the same divine purpose."Shen and several of his fellow Southern diplomats, minus Minister Wang, roared in response with their distinct dialects of Cantonese. Each distinct slang, word and idiom pounded studded nails into the Majesties' shared patience for loud disruptions and insubordination.Empress Wu decided that it was time to put an end to the conference for the day. "Enough!" she declared, her voice firm and resolute."We shall reconvene tomorrow and I expect each of you to come prepared to engage in civil and productive discourse. Now, go and reflect upon your conduct today and remember that our nation's future depends on our ability to work together, not against one another."With that, the conference was adjourned and the attendees filed out of the room, their faces a mixture of shame, anger and frustration. As the doors closed behind them, Empress Wu remained seated, her gaze focused on the now-empty room. She knew that the days ahead would be fraught with challenges and difficult decisions, but she was determined to find a way to navigate these treacherous waters, for the sake of her people and her nation.The Dragonfly on the BridgeThe following day, Wu and her entourage made their way to the bridge, where they were scheduled to meet Hui. As they approached the location, they caught sight of Hui, resplendent in her white attire. The color, a symbol of death in Chinese culture, was worn by Hui as a deliberate ploy to feed her reputation as the ghost. The ensemble was tastefully accented by red elements, adding to the mystique that surrounded her.The bridge stretched elegantly across the tranquil waters below, an exquisite display of ancient craftsmanship. Its curvature, like that of a delicate bow, seemed poised to release an arrow of enlightenment into the heavens. Faint traces of time were etched into the stones that supported the structure, their subtle marks bearing testament to the countless footsteps that had traversed the path above. The ethereal mist that swirled around its base bestowed an aura of mystique upon the bridge, as if it existed at the threshold between two worlds, bridging the chasm between the mortal realm and the divine.Wu recognized her daughter instantly, for she was the most unique and stunning display of beauty their family had mustered in several generations, despite their own inherited curses.Hui's attire was nothing short of breathtaking, an immaculate symphony of fabrics that whispered the secrets of centuries past. The garments clung to her slender form, the white silk, a hue of ghostly purity, shimmered gently, as if woven from the gossamer threads of a celestial spider. The intricate embroidery of red, like blooming peonies, adorned her sleeves and hemline, evoking an unsettling contrast of vitality and death. Her robe was fastened by an ornate jade clasp, its expertly carved contours a reflection of the balance between strength and grace.The long, flowing sleeves of her garment cascaded downwards, brushing the surface of the bridge with the tender caress of a lover's touch. Her alabaster hair, the color of freshly fallen snow, was pulled into an intricate updo in the form of dual buns, adorned with delicate silver hairpins that seemed to capture the very essence of a moonlit night. A translucent veil draped from her headdress, veiling her countenance in an enigmatic shroud, making her appear as a specter, both present and elusive, all at once.Wu smiled softly in greeting, to which Hui removed her veil and headdress, quick to pass it on to someone in her company.Hui's albino visage only served to heighten her otherworldly beauty, her pale skin seeming to glow with an inner luminescence and her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of reddened lilac, pierced the very soul of those who beheld her. Her albinism, instead of diminishing her allure, amplified the striking contrast of her attire and granted her an ethereal, supernatural quality. Despite all the admiration, Wu felt guilt that this 'curse', as beautiful as it was, still held her daughter captive.As Hui stood upon the ancient bridge, her ethereal beauty and the arresting contrast of her attire seemed to bring forth the very essence of the world around her. The shadows danced upon the stones, the whispers of the water below and the lingering scent of the blossoming trees all coalesced into a single moment, as if the universe had conspired to create an indelible portrait, immortalizing Hui in her otherworldly elegance.Beside Hui stood Wei, her loyal confidant, just seeing the sight of that woman, the almost exact resemblance to that cretin she had once trusted with knowing almost everything, including her webbed feet made Wu shivver in repugnance. Along with her other handmaidens, all dressed similarly. Among them, a new face was present – Fei Dong, Hui's recently appointed bodyguard.The two parties stood at opposite ends of the bridge, anticipation and apprehension flickering in the air as they prepared to meet. The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of expectation, the gravity of the moment bearing down upon them all.The Emperor and Empress, regal in their presence, stood side by side as they awaited their daughter's approach. Their eyes, filled with a mixture of warmth and concern, never wavered from Hui's figure, which seemed to emanate an otherworldly glow.As the distance between the two parties diminished, the air began to hum with a quiet electricity, the tension building like the gathering of storm clouds on the horizon. Hui's entourage, resplendent in their own ceremonial attire, moved gracefully in her wake, their every movement a testament to their loyalty and devotion.It was then that Fei Dong stepped forward, their gait confident and measured. They offered a deep bow to the Emperor and Empress, their posture a perfect embodiment of respect and deference. When they spoke, their voice was strong and resonant, yet tinged with the lilting melody of the southern Cantonese accent, revealing their origins."Your Majesties," Fei Dong began,"it is my utmost honor and privilege to stand before you today as a loyal servant to your esteemed daughter, Princess Hui. I pledge my unwavering allegiance and protection to her and by extension, to your glorious empire."Wu's keen perception enabled her to recognize that Fei Dong hailed from the south, as the bodyguard's Cantonese accent betrayed their origins and the clear uncouth way they bowed. Typical of her daughter to allow such unelegance to be on display/The Emperor and Empress exchanged a glance, acknowledging the sincerity in Fei Dong's words, before nodding their approval. The air seemed to lighten, if only slightly, as the initial formalities were completed and the space between the two parties continued to shrink.As Hui finally stood before her parents, the weight of the moment seemed to lift, replaced by the familial bond that transcended all else. The world around them appeared to fade into insignificance, as the Emperor and Empress gazed into the eyes of their beloved daughter, a silent understanding passing between them, an unspoken promise to face whatever trials lay ahead, together.The conversation that followed was a delicate dance, as the royal family exchanged words while attempting to navigate the undercurrents of tension that flowed beneath the surface. Hui, her eyes an arresting contrast against her alabaster skin, maintained a calm demeanor as she spoke, betraying no hint of the turmoil that stirred within her."Mother, Father," she began, her voice soft yet steady,"I hope you know that I have always been committed to our family and our empire. My journey has been long and fraught with challenges, but it has only strengthened my resolve."Wu, her maternal instincts rising to the fore, looked at Hui with concern in her eyes."My dear child, we know of your dedication and love for our people. But we worry for you, as any parent would. The path you have chosen is not an easy one and we can see the weight it has placed upon your shoulders.""You have grown into a strong and capable woman, Hui. We trust in your judgment, but we must also be mindful of the potential consequences of our actions, both for our family and our empire." Xiang his voice tinged with both pride and apprehension added.As they heard the sound of horses closing in.Chen, the stalwart general and scion of the royal family, surely knew how to make an entrance as his arrival was a flurry of motion and energy, the dust kicking up by the hooves of his entourage's horses settled around them. The sun, now high in the sky, cast long shadows as the group approached the rendezvous point by the bridge.His bodyguards, a formidable group of skilled warriors handpicked by Chen himself, flanked him as he dismounted. Their presence exuded an air of steadfast loyalty and a sense of security that was impossible to ignore. The generals who accompanied him, each a respected leader in their own right, followed suit, their expressions grim but resolute.Chen's fiancée, a vision of grace and beauty, alighted from her ornately decorated carriage. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, and her smile was a radiant beacon amidst the group's somber mood. Her attendants, a small retinue of devoted servants, bustled around her, ensuring her every need was met.As Chen and his entourage made their way toward Wu, Xiang and Hui, the air was charged with a mixture of relief, anxiety and determination. The weight of responsibility was palpable, the various burdens each member of the royal family carried evident in their expressions.The greetings were warm, if somewhat restrained, as the family members embraced each other, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the challenges that lay ahead. Chen's voice, deep and commanding, reverberated through the air."Please forgive my late arrival, everyone," he intoned. Chen, ever the gentleman, bowed deeply in apology for his tardiness, his voice laden with sincerity."The situation in the West has been unrelenting and recent developments in Burmese Border have required our attention as well."His fiancée, her delicate features creased with concern, added her voice to the conversation."Indeed, the intensifying conflict at Burmese Border has siphoned resources and attention from our western campaign. It is a matter of great concern and we must address it accordingly."Wu and Xiang listened intently, their expressions somber as they acknowledged the challenges that had arisen from the escalating tensions in Burma. Hui, her pale visage a mask of determination, offered her support, reaffirming her commitment to the cause."There is something of a conspiracy brewing in Burma as we speak," Chen began. This was a topic he hardly had any issue discussing so openly about."One day, its pirates and the next, its foreign mercenaries attacking cross-border garrisons. They are lucky we don't march over and have them speaking Cantonese by the fifth year of occupation.""Perhaps we should consider diplomatic negotiations with the factions involved and try to resolve our differences through dialogue and mutual understanding," Hui offered, keeping her voice soft yet firm."Hui, you know as well as I do that such an approach is unlikely to work. The situation in Burma is far too volatile for diplomacy alone to resolve. We cannot afford to waste time and resources on fruitless discussions."It was clearly written on her daughter's face, the expression of Hui's barely contained anger was hardly complicated calligraphy.With a balanced breath, Wu stepped in."One day, you will find out how difficult it is to lead a nation. And when that day comes, you will remember the importance of being strong when your enemies wish you nothing more than to be weak." In the end, they could only co-exist, Wu knew."That day is not today. But we shall have a discussion later."Wu noticed how that final hook had caught her. Now there was an anxious air that threw off the idealistic and compassionate peacemaker that was Hui. In this vulnerable state, it may be possible to reason with her later in private."How is China going to remain united when its premier ladies are at war with one another, each and every family gathering? You both are too emotional and irrational." Chen scoffed at his sister and mother's arguments,"Now, then…" Wu shifted toward her other child.Despite her difficult, pained movements - the entire world felt as though it moved with her."I see, despite the upcoming marriage, you have remained as arrogant as those garrison-chief fat-heads. At least, in place of your brain, you have grown more in heart."Her eyes laid upon Chen's fiancée. Wu remained neutral, acknowledging that the girl was pleasant to look at but had never truly captured her interest. She noted that the girl's family was not one she held in high regard, viewing the arranged marriage as little more than a necessary political alliance.However, it was clear that Chen and his fiancée had developed genuine affection for one another from the way they were holding each other's hands and how she elbowed him affectionately after Wu's remark. She seemed to be making some progress in broadening his perspectives. Despite her efforts, Chen's loyalty to his generals and close male friends continued to hold considerable sway over his thinking.Wu, ever the vigilant matriarch, was cautious in her assessment of the young couple's relationship, holding out hope that the young woman could encourage her son to consider alternative viewpoints in the future.For the time being, Wu remained watchful, determined to ensure that her family's power and legacy would endure, even if it meant confronting her own children on their shortcomings."Chen," she began, her voice firm yet measured,"it is crucial for the future of our nation that we recognize the value of women in our society. By disregarding their potential contributions and limiting their opportunities, you are only hindering our progress.""My love, you know I support you, but I must agree with your mother on this matter. As a woman, I have seen firsthand the potential we possess and I believe it is in our best interest to empower women to contribute to the well-being of our nation." Chen's fiancée, emboldened by Wu's words, chimed in gently,The general, somewhat taken aback by the united front before him, struggled to respond."I understand your concerns," he conceded,"And I recognize that there may be wisdom in your words. However, the world we live in is complex and our priorities lie in maintaining order and stability. I am not blind to the potential of women, but we must also be cautious in our pursuit of change."Wu nodded, acknowledging her son's response, though it was evident that she remained unsatisfied."Change will not come without challenges, but it is our duty to lead our nation forward, even when the path is uncertain. I can only hope that you will come to see the value in nurturing the potential of all our people, regardless of their gender.""I must admit, while I understand the importance of women's roles in our modernizing world, we cannot deny that we live in a time where martial skill and understanding of tactics and strategy is crucial. Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Chen to cultivate a masculine warrior culture under his command with the path you wanted for him my dear." Xiang, choosing to express his thoughts on the matter, spoke with a sense of deep consideration,"It is essential that we recognize the importance of women's voices, even in the face of such challenges. Empowering women will only strengthen our nation as a whole, in both times of peace and conflict father which you know all too well." Hui said as she countered her father's perspective.Wu, listening intently to both sides, offered her own critique,"While I agree with Hui's sentiment, I must emphasize that our society will prosper only with Chinese Feminism – emphasis on Chinese. The modern feminist movement has become tainted by the white nationalism of colonial powers. It is crucial that we do not lose sight of our own values and culture in the pursuit of gender equality." She continued, her voice steady and resolute,"We must acknowledge that Asian women have been deliberately left out of the global female emancipation movement due to racism. It is our duty to create a unique Chinese Feminism that serves the needs of our people and addresses the specific challenges that our women face.""Hui is right about the importance of women's voices and the need for a unique Chinese feminism. We cannot afford to dismiss the significance of empowering women in our society, however… at the cost of upholding traditions that place women significantly below men." Wei, who had remained quiet until this point, Her voice quivered slightly but was filled with determination."Wei, I did not ask for your input. Leave my sight at once." Wei, frightened by the empress's anger, bowed her head and retreated from the conversation.Her eyes downcast as she disappeared from view."Mother, how inappropriate!" Hui protested, but was immediately shot down, like an outdated aircraft flying above modern AA-guns."Inappropriate? If anything, I am supernaturally patient while holding myself to a high standard of appropriate conduct, unlike her. Be glad I merely asked her to make herself as scarce as a mouse at a picnic, because if I wanted to, I could banish her across the Pacific." Huffed Wu with increased heat, her finger pointed at Hui like a foot soldier's bayonet toward a charging horse."And if you dare raise your voice at me again, with such a tone, on her behalf, I will ensure she's praying five times a day and picking cotton in Xinjiang.""My, the weather is quite unbearable today, isn't it?" Chen remarked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.Both Hui and Wu were momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic. They paused, hesitating for a moment, before reluctantly setting aside their differences to engage in the casual conversation."Yes, it is indeed rather hot," Wu agreed, fanning herself with a delicate silk fan adorned with intricate designs."It seems the summer heat has arrived early this year.""I've noticed the flowers in the garden have started to wilt, even though we've been watering them regularly. The heat must be affecting them as well." Hui nodded as she gazed at the flowers.As they chatted about the weather, the atmosphere between them gradually eased, the intensity of their previous disagreement dissipating like the early morning mist. Wu noticed that Chen, was satisfied with his successful diversion, allowing himself a small smile at his success.Chen then motioned for a man standing at the edge of his entourage to come forward. The man was of Japanese descent, his features a blend of East Asian characteristics that hinted at his mixed heritage. He had a face that was the mix of a Manchurian fox and a Russian partisan."Allow me to introduce a close friend and esteemed combat correspondent, Kenji," Chen announced, his voice filled with pride."He is rather talented with a camera. The guy's a proper sniper with a lens."Kenji, somewhat shy and sheepish in the face of Chen's lavish introduction, offered a respectful bow to the assembled company. His eyes darted nervously from one face to another, but he managed a tentative smile.Wu and Hui studied him with curiosity, their previous animosity momentarily forgotten as they took in the sight of the man who had so clearly earned Chen's admiration. They exchanged glances, both were intrigued by Kenji's unique background and wondering what kind of stories and insights he might have to offer."Could your friend perhaps take a photograph of us all here on the bridge? It would be a memorable keepsake." Xiang, also intrigued by Kenji's skillset asked Chen.Chen nodded enthusiastically and proceeded to communicate the request to Kenji, shifting effortlessly between Russian, Japanese and English- ironically, he spoke not a word of Cantonese or Mandarin. Kenji's eyes lit up with understanding and he quickly went to retrieve a clearly Britannian camera he had in his possession.Xiang's expression soured as he saw the Britannian camera and he could not help but voice his suspicion."Why a Britannian camera? Is this some kind of spy tool in disguise?""No, of course not father. It is a perfectly normal camera. It was acquired during a raid at the Burmese border. Eventually, it found its way into the private collection of one of my officers, who happens to be an avid camera collector and a wannabe combat correspondent."Chen's face beamed with pride as he continued."After a particularly victorious battle, my officer gifted me the camera in gratitude for my leadership. I, in turn, chose to gift it to Kenji, who was there for me during that battle when I needed someone the most."A scar he had received during a battle on the Western front. With a mix of reluctance and pride, Kenji rolled up his sleeve to reveal the jagged mark that marred his skin.The sight of the scar made everyone wince and grimace, but Chen, beaming with pride, declared,"If it were not for Kenji, I would not be standing here today."Chen's fiancée, having heard the story countless times, rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper to Hui and Wu, "I have heard this tale at least ten thousand times and each time of the Uyghur who had come creeping in the night to kill my beloved, it feels like one hundred thousand blades against my skin."Despite the repetition of the story, the bond between Chen and Kenji was clearly evident, forged in the heat of battle and solidified by their shared experiences no doubt in Wu's mind.Kenji, with the camera in hand, positioned the family members on the bridge, ensuring that everyone was in the frame. He captured a charming shot of the entire family, their expressions a blend of warmth and formality.However, Wu noticed that Kenji's attention was soon drawn away from the family as he became transfixed on the mountains behind them. He snapped several more photos of the breathtaking landscape and, spotting a dragonfly nearby, began to follow it along the bridge, capturing its delicate movements like a britannian tourist that suddenly realised a foreign country actually had different landscapes."I guess they don't teach 'paying attention' at the Manchurian officers' academy, nowadays." Chen joked, having noticed his friend's preoccupation. "Chen-doshi! Koko ni kite, i pereday foto, man - no focus today?! Pozhaluysta! Daburutimu!"Chen said In a quick fire of Japanese, Russian and English.Realizing his lapse in focus, Kenji quickly handed over the camera and bowed deeply in apology.Despite the momentary distraction, the family couldn't help but be a bit intrigued by Kenji's passion for photography and the brief interruption only served to lighten the atmosphere. They exchanged smiles, knowing they now had a visual memory of their time together on the bridge, amidst the backdrop of the majestic mountains.As everyone remained captivated by the photographs and listened to Kenji's explanation on the importance of framing the perfect shot, with Chen acting as his translator, Wu decided it was time for a more private conversation with her daughter, hoping to see her right on a few matters. She approached Hui and gently requested her to accompany her to a nearby garden situated at the end of the bridge.The garden was a tranquil space filled with blossoming flowers and lush greenery. A small pond, teeming with vibrant koi fish, completed the serene setting. It was a harmonious fusion of Japanese and Chinese aesthetics, bore witness to the passage of time, its beauty a testament to the skilled hands that had cultivated it. The air was redolent with the scent of blooming flowers, each petal a brushstroke in nature's painting. Shadows cast by the dappled sunlight danced upon the earth, choreographed by the gentle sway of leaves on the branches above.Winding stone paths meandered through the garden, guiding visitors past meticulously pruned shrubs, vibrant flower beds and the occasional weathered statue. The garden's centerpiece, a gracefully arching bridge, spanned the small pond that lay beneath it. Its reflection rippled upon the water's surface, a fleeting image captured in the pond's ever-changing canvas.The pond itself was home to a school of elegant koi, their scales shimmering like precious gems as they navigated the water with unparalleled grace. These fish had been a gift from a now deceased political diplomat, who, disenchanted by the military aggression in the Western front and the southern regions, had chosen to leave his position in China. In their kaleidoscope of colors, the koi symbolized the fleeting nature of alliances and the fragile balance of power that held nations together.Wu and Hui sat in the garden, where they admired the Koi fish that swamp in the pond. The tension between them was palpable, but for a moment, they managed to tolerate each other's presence. Until that woman came at the beckoning of her daugther.Awkwardly sitting next to Wu's daughter, doing everything to look at anything but her Empress, even fretting when Hui's hand touched her own. Swifting it away into her sleeves as the clear sign of sweat drips started rolling down her cheeks."Mother, I know you disapprove of my relationship with Wei, but she means everything to me. Can't you see that?" Hui said as she gently put her hand around her handmaiden's shoulders. Balancing her body against Wei's for support, Wu could see for a quick second a little smile from that girl before she remembered who was eyeing her every single second."I don't approve of your relationship with Wei entirely because it's not appropriate for the political landscape at this moment. Imagine for a woman in your position, as a Chinese woman, not just in the Chinese world, is at times… more important than your most sacred emotions." Wu stiffened.Hui clenched her fists."Why do you always have to be so closed-minded, Mother? Can't you see that love is love, no matter who it's between, considering you married father for love? There can be a life beyond politics! And not all things in life can are politics and compromises!""Love is not the only thing that matters, Hui. There are rules, traditions and expectations that must be followed." Scoffed Wu with an audible huff."Politics will one day rule your life and you will realize that my suggestions are more than just suggestions, they are guidelines for your success and which you will be measured by from the lowest farmer to the Deitys themselves that looked down on us." Wu weaving her hands to the heavens and ancestors that were looking down on them.Hui stood up, her fists still clenched with Wei trying to unclench and check for any broken skin."You know what? I'm tired of your rules and expectations. I'm tired of living my life the way you want me to. I'm my own person and I'll love whoever I damn well please! And if the political framework of it is seen as inappropriate, if its against the status quo." Hui stomped and crossed her arms harshly, briefly unbalancing Wei before she recovered to continue supporting Hui up."I will destroy the status quo and rebuild it so it's truly right and fair for all people."Wu stood up too, her voice rising."You will not talk to me like that, Hui! You are my daughter and will respect me, the values of our culture, and everything else I have passed on to you.""I do respect our culture, Mother. But I also believe that our culture needs to evolve, especially when compared to ancient times it was celebrated to treasure all relationships and not just the ones between a boy and girl. We need to embrace change and progress, not cling to outdated ideas that embrace one over all others just because it's favoured by people like you!" Hui's voice cracked with emotion."Tradition might be killing us, do you not understand? Why must everyone else develop beyond us and yet we cling to these ideas, that barely have done us any favors!"Wu's face turned red with anger."How dare you! You know nothing about our culture, Hui. You are too young and naive to understand the complexities of our society beyond your own individualistic perspective and yet, you want to rule over the grand collective of us all?"Hui took a daring step closer to her mother."I may be young, but I'm not naive. I know what's right and I know what's wrong. And your closed-mindedness is wrong, Mother. You don't even know what you are arguing half the time, you just constantly go against me because of your pride – even if you agree with me! Your policies are about as consistent as the weather in Yunnan!""That's enough, Hui! I will not tolerate your disrespect any longer!" Wu snapped.The two women shouted at each other, their words becoming unintelligible as their emotions boiled over. Suddenly, Wu clutched her chest and gasped for air. Hui's anger dissolves into fear as she realizes what's happening."Mother, are you okay?" she asked, rushing to Wu's side with Wei beside her.Wu struggled to breathe as Hui helped her sit down on a nearby bench. The three women sat in silence, Hui's arms wrapped around her mother as they both caught their breath while Wei slowly slidded away from them to leave them In silence.Just for a quick second, Wu could see a glimpse... a glimpse of her dearest friend, the one she thought would have beside her for all eternity.The water in the garden pond was a mirror of tranquility, the serene surface rippling softly in the beaming daylight above. The koi fish, with their scales gleaming in the bright light, swam lazily around the pond. Their movements were slow and measured, like the beating of a tired heart.Suddenly, the silence was broken by a loud splash. A frog had landed in the pond, sending the koi fish into a frenzy. They darted around the water, their movements frenzied and wild, as if possessed by some unseen force. The calm surface was now churned up and turbulent, the fish darting around and jostling for position.The frog seemed oblivious to the chaos it had caused, its eyes blinking lazily as it swam around. The koi fish continued to lash out, their movements growing more frantic by the second. It was as if they were caught in the throes of a violent storm, their bodies writhing and thrashing around.As suddenly as it had started, the frenzy came to an end. The koi fish swam back to their calm and measured movements, their bodies settling back into a state of tranquility. The frog continued to swim around, seemingly unaware of the chaos it had caused, its eyes blinking lazily in the amber hues of the approaching afternoon.Lost in TransitThe train snaked its way out of the region, leaving behind the chaotic mess of political turmoil and familial conflict. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks was like a melancholic refrain, echoing through the empty countryside. The train was a rusty old thing, creaking and groaning with every jolt and shake. It was a vehicle of decay and decayed desires, a symbol of the fading glory of the once-great empire.The windows were dirty and scratched, casting distorted reflections of the passing scenery. The trees and fields outside were a blur of green and gold, rushing past like ghosts of a lost time. The passengers sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts and regrets, each lost in their own private world of pain and longing.The train chugged on, ever forward, a slow and plodding beast trudging along its predetermined path. The skies above were gray and heavy, as if weighed down by the burden of history and the weight of the future. The world outside was a desolate wasteland of despair and emptiness, a place where hope had long since died.The train carried on, its destination unknown, its passengers adrift in a sea of uncertainty and fear. They were like lost souls, wandering in a purgatory of their own making, seeking redemption and salvation in a world that had none to offer. The train carried them ever onward, towards an unknown fate, towards a future that was as dark and empty as the world outside.The train rushed forward with a ferocity that mirrored the turmoil in Wu's mind. She laid in bed, her husband's words barely registering as they echoed in the emptiness that enveloped her. Her thoughts were a dark, tangled mess, woven with strands of worry and melancholy. She knew her time was ending soon and the weight of that knowledge pressed heavily on her chest.Xiang's voice seemed to come from far away, his words soft and almost soothing. He spoke of plans and strategies, of the future they were building for their family and their country. But even his optimism couldn't dispel the dark clouds that loomed over Wu's heart.Outside, the world was a blur of green and gray, the landscape rushing by in a whirlwind of motion. It was a metaphor for Wu's life, hurtling forward with no clear destination in sight. She couldn't help but wonder what the future held, for herself and for those she loved. The uncertainty was suffocating, like a thick fog that refused to lift.The train rumbled on, its wheels grinding against the tracks like the beat of a funeral drum. Wu closed her eyes, trying to shut out the world and the worries that plagued her. But they were always there, lurking at the edges of her mind, waiting to pounce.As the train continued its journey, Wu felt the weight of the world pressing down on her. It was a heavy burden to bear, but she knew that it was one she couldn't escape. All she could do was hold on and pray for a brighter tomorrow.The train.The train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the train, the-The train, the train, the train…Suddenly, Wu realized that she did not remember when she got on this train.By the end of the trip, the only thing she could utter was "The train…", To be continued in Code Geass Liar's Dice
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