Feathers and Silk
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Completed, First published Jun 15, 2026

The narrative traces the aftermath of an ambush on Emperor Wang Yibo, whose recovery is shadowed by fragmented memories of a mysterious rescuer adorned with peacock feathers. As he searches for this unknown benefactor, political tensions escalate with the Xiao Dynasty’s aggressive demands for renewed treaties. These chapters reveal a kingdom preparing for war, yet beneath the surface, Wang Yibo pursues a hidden agenda—locating a prince of the fallen Xiao Dynasty, a man who once saved his life. Driven by loyalty and deception, the story unfolds amidst strategic maneuvers and escalating conflict, hinting at a deeper, personal mission driving the emperor’s actions.
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