In the 21st century ; Year 2021, Month April, Date 1st
“ Breaking NEWS. Author , got disappeared in thin air, after finishing her new novel ‘ Tales of Ning Dynasty’ .” One reporter said.
“ Author of Wolf in Night City, Han River of Seoul, Crime is crime, and now Tales of Tang Dynasty is missing.” Another added.
“ Author’s computer screen was fully on with the entire script. What could have happened to this Author? Did this author offend someone?” And the other reporter chimed in.
Within a week, the Entire World came to know that the world-renowned ‘ Author’ disappeared from her house. All thanks to the influence of the media.
“ Oh! Oh! Look. Someone is there. Someone is there.” One of the calmly sitting reporters suddenly shouted.
“ Oh!! Who? Are you daydreaming, Mr. Tong.” Another one tried to mock him.
But then others also stare at the figure, appearing from the bedroom. They thought it must be their ‘author’. But what they saw, shocked their wits out.
A person, probably a lady, came out from the room, wearing historical clothes of the ancient Tang Dynasty. Looking all scared and innocent. Half of her face was covered with the veil.
‘Who is she? Where is their Author?’ Everyone has the same thought, in their minds.
Huan Wen Ming, author’s best friend and soulmate, came running in the speed of light, after hearing this latest set of news, in hopes to see the author. But, she was shocked, witless, after watching the person in front of her.
T-Tang Dynasty’s clothes. Long Veil on the right side of the face. The trembling girl. Wasn't this description tailor-made for Han Mei Ling?
The MC of the author's currently finished novel. No way. No f*****g way. It’s impossible. It can’t be. Her dear friend can’t be. It can’t be. It’s just too absurd, to even think about.
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But after staring at the little trembling girl. She just sighed heavily, in frustration.
“ Huan Wei Wei. Come here. Hello everyone, sorry for scaring you out. She is my little sister, Huan Wei Wei. She encouraged the author, by becoming the MC Han Mei Ling, in front of the author.
Please spare her. I will take her home, right away, to change. Please try to find the author. Please.” After explaining, Huan Wen Ming took this newly appeared creature or maybe her ancestor from the past and left.
As for the weak and ugly Han Mei Ling, she stares at Huan Wen Ming, as if staring at her savior. She didn’t utter a word or anything as her stepmother had told her not to, before leaving the Han Mansion.
So, she let Huan Wen Ming, who was currently undergoing shutdown from inside, take her to wherever she was heading to.
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Damn it. It can’t be. No way. Author wherever you are, just be safe. Remember, I am waiting for you. So is Song Lin. Please find your way back home. Please come back. As soon as possible.
And she somehow dragged this might be ancestor of theirs’, to her very house.
Where the saga of the old and new begins. [ But that’s for the latter part. Currently, we should focus on the Author’s part, who just disappeared. Right. So, time to go back in the history. ]
~~ 3,000 Years ago, Divine Land. Country of Zhenjiang ~~
Author, who had fainted not long ago. She felt like the entire eternity had passed, just like that. She thought about Huan Wen Ming, she was supposed to meet her today. Along with her crush, Song Lin.
So, she decided to get up and dress up. But as if her lazy self will allow that. She woke up, groggily, only to get the shock of her life.
As she woke up inside the bridal sedan chair. Damn it. A Bridal Chair.
She hates marriages the most. Yet she was sitting in the bridal sedan chair. Herself. OMG!!!! Could things get much worse?
Well they can. As her ears were filled with the jubilant sounds of song and celebration around her. The sound of melodious, harmonious music and musical instruments.
And now she was scared, although just a little. But still, she was scared. Just what on the Earth is going on?
Damn. The only thing she was scared of, even in her nightmares, was Marriage.
Author removed the thing on her head, which was bringing the translucency to the background. A veil? Wait a minute. A red coloured veil!!!!
Holy Mother. A bridal veil. She hasn’t even confessed her feelings to Song Lin, then who on Earth is daring enough to make her sit in this chair, in the first place. She was ready to swear to tear the entire nine generations of that fellow.
After examining herself from head to toe, she discovered she was dressed in a Phoenix coronet, and an embroidered tassel cape, just like a bride on her way to get married.
And she was struck speechless. Phoenix. Out of everything. It’s Phoenix again. Damn, didn’t her MC carry Phoenix’s revival and destruction energy in her. Now suddenly, she feels like getting fed up with this Phoenix thing.
Aiye. Next time, she will turn Han Mei Ling into a frog. Ah!!!
The sedan chair rocked upside down, giving Author a bump with the surroundings which became the reason for her headache. And the moment she closed her eyes, to relax her pain a little, all the strange memories started resurfacing, while claiming her senses.
But the more the memories surfaced. The more she felt like attempting a suicide. Because the memories were undoubtedly of Han Mei Ling. Her MC.
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Damn it. She is the author, she is the creator. How can someone else wed her off, in Han Mei Ling’s place, just like that. That’s completely unfair. Ah!!!!
No way. It’s impossible.
So, she had actually entered the novel she had written, which was based on the historical genre of the infamous Ning Dynasty. The dynasty which firstly crumbled down, due to some unknown reason.
But then under the influence of one of the great leaders of history, The Ruler ‘Ning Tian Cheng’ , who at present is Duke of Zhenjiang and the Crown Prince of North Ning, he revived the Ning Dynasty again.
Since the author got intrigued by this legendary leader, she decided to write a novel on this fellow. All no-thanks to those strange memories, she knows she is Han Mei Ling. In simple terms, she is in the reign of Tang Clan, who very soon will crumble down.
Since she never knew someone with the name of Han Mei Ling in history. So, she concluded that she is in her own created novel.