<IMG SRC="smilies/wave.gif" border="0"> Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic. I am both excited and anxious to see how it turns out. A word of caution, the historical backgrounds might be inaccurate, since I am Vietnamese. Most of what I know comes from years of watching Chinese tv series. Therefore, any comments, suggestions, and feedbacks are greatly appreciated. All inputs are very important because I want this story to appeal to everyone.
This is an action pack adventure, comedy, and drama all rolled up into one. I expect that the final product will consist of about 20 chapters, so bear with me. Hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. J
SETTING : Manchu (Qing) Dynasty
MAIN CAST :
Anita Yuen- Yuen Wing Yi, the female protagonist
Zhao Wen Zhou- Jiao Wen Zhou, cousin of Enjun
Jordan Chan- Chan Siu-Chun, Wing Yi’s best
bud and confidant
Vincent Jiao- Jiao Enjun, the prince; future
heir to the throne
Madame Ling- the owner of Jasmine Brothel
Li MaMa- Wing Yi’s guardian, like a godmother
Wei Gai- palace enuch (male servant)
Royal Duke Fai Jun- overly ambitious uncle of
Enjun; Jiao Wen Zhou’s father
The Empress- Enjun's mother
Other minor cast members will appear as the story progress.
A Game of Chess
(Yuen Manor, located in Hangzhou during the Moon Festival)
The moon was high in the sky with no stars in sight. The autumn’s crisp breeze blew at the bamboo trees creating an eerie whispering. The only light besides the moon’s radiant glow was the red lanterns that lit the pond. In the pavilion, Wing Yi’s father, General Yuen and her mother are having a little get-together with his colleague. He converses with him over a game of Chinese chess. Wing Yi's mother is nine months pregnant with Wing Yi. She sits quietly on General Yuen’s side and attentively watches the game in progress.
“Ha! General Yi, it seems that you have lost once more,” proclaimed General Yuen good-heartedly. “Do you dare to play another round?”
“Now, now,” General Yi calmly responds, “Five losses means nothing because this next game will prove that my strategy has worked.”
“Strategy?” General Yuen said in puzzlement while stroking his semi-gray beard. “What strategy? To lose five consecutive games must be quite embarrassing. No need to make up stories my friend.”
“No,” General Yi professed. “It is that one final, crucial win that can turn defeat into victory.”
Both man laughed so whole-heartedly that the stillness of the night was broken.
Wing Yi’s mother carefully got up and offered tea to both men.
Seeing her difficulty in getting up, General Yi quickly said, “No need to trouble yourself fair lady. I best be going now, since the ride back will be at least 40 miles.”
General Yuen helps his wife sit back down, and he comes over to General Yi.
“My good friend, the night makes your travel very difficult even with the full moon.” General Yuen persuaded. “Please stay for the night.”
He looks at General Yi. Just as General Yi opened his mouth to protest the idea, General Yuen said, “Good then. I will see you tomorrow before your departure.”
General Yi had no choice but to except the invitation. He cordially says good-night to General Yuen and his wife, and follows the servant.
General Yuen comes to his wife’s side. Now they finally have time to themselves.
“How’s my beautiful wife and baby doing?” General Yuen whispers as places his head to her large, protruding belly.
She is a woman in her late thirties, but her elegance supersedes her age. Her complexion is slightly rosy, although carrying the baby has taken a toll on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. The baby was more or less a miracle for a woman her age. The joy of her pregnancy is evident in General Yuen, who is in his forties.
“So, do you think the baby is a girl or a boy?” General Yuen asked her.
“It makes no difference if it is a girl or a boy, as long as he or she is healthy and has your sense of humor,” she said jokingly.
“And the father’s handsome visage,” he joked.
Just at that moment, Wing Yi’s mother sees a man approaching them. His quick pace and troubled look instantly signaled that something was amist.
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