So after watching the crazy emotional rollercoaster that was Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossom - THAT I LOOOOVED SO MUCH- and having irrational withdrawal symptoms, I just HAD to write my own fanfic.
I mean does anyone care that SuJin bitchyMcPants was not punished ENOUGH? Well for me, she's not. IT'S NOT ENOUGH! Or the heavenly asshat. Argh!
Rant *NOT OVER* more of this later.
Anyway, I just loooooove it that even though it's the same actor, a lot of people are divided into team MO YUAN and team YE HUA. It think it speaks for the skill of Mark Chao. Don't agree? Sorry, don't care. Oh well.
Here we go. When Bai Qian jumped in Zhu Xian Tai (Zhuxian Terrace) and woke up in Zhe Yan's garden she did not drink the amnesia potion. She did something else. Yep. Instead of an amnesiac Bai Qian, we'll be seeing a jaded Bai Qian.
Good luck Ye Hua and Mo Yuan.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING.
Chapter 1.
Bai Qian rolled her eyes. How stupid can people be? "Yu Dan, goddamnit, you absolutely had to copy paste every single cell? Manually? So that the names would be beside the last name?"
The girl tearfully nodded.
Insert implied face palm expression. Bai Qian sighed, "There's this new… thing. Yu dan. It's called CONCATENATE. Google it." If she did not need this job, well this job needs her. Considering they are hiring incompetent idiots, she would have resigned a long time ago. Come to think of it, her attitude is already resigned.
Seriously? The girl wanted to be her assistant in managing data and shit like that but she has no idea how to utilize Microsoft excel? SRSLY?! Ugh. She wasted 8 hours to complete something that could have been completed in minutes!
Her name is Bai Qian. She's… well. She can be called a lot of things but hateful summarizes it. Well not that negative hateful HATEFUL. It's just that she has so much to do and she hates everything. She was sure that if her job sucked harder, she'd probably orgasm. In fact, there are times that she thinks she deserves a medal for going through the entire week without stabbing someone with a fork.
She likes helping people. Mainly herself. Helping herself with her liquor. Yeah. That's probably the only thing she ever likes. Oh and that single peach tree outside the office. The area which is STRICTLY off limits to everyone. She liked, no-LOVED, that tree. It's a pity it's alone. She also like listening to music and napping. Napping is very important.
So that basically sums it up. She hates almost everything except wine, music, napping and peaches and everybody else hates her. Or she hates them. Not much of a difference anyway.
She grew up an orphan and works to earn money so she can drink. Her life is boring. No family. No attachments, the only guy she had some sort of remote feelings for, kind of betrayed her. With her bestie. No biggie though. Aaaand now, she's walking home alone, with bleary dumplings in a very lazy afternoon after shift. Can life be any more boring?
The screeching tires put her thoughts on hold. Permanently.
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Cold.
Dark.
Normal limbo scene for characters who died in a fanfiction.
"Xia...u..? Are...wake?"
Her vision was blurry, what the actual fudge? Why is there pink everywhere? Huh? Who's this…?
"Xiao Wu! Are you okay?" A concerned voice asked. In her blurry vision, she saw a man in pink… no. Peach? He seemed vaguely familiar… she was sure… She somehow… knew him… Zhe...
"Zhe...Yan?" She croaked. Yep. This was her foster father. The ancient phoenix god of wine. I mean, medicine. She squinted and tried to get up. The Older man assisted her to her feet as she clutched her head. Damn influx of memories.
The man searched her face, "Are you okay? How was it?"
Oh yeah. She remembers now. She had taken on trial after trial to live another mortal life. In a different dimension where humans have advanced so much in technology. Technology she mastered. Well not really, they were just super convenient. Memories are like data. They can lose the amount they are eating in your bandwidth if they are on the lower percentage. Memories can be buried with more memories. 300 years of memories, of life after life will bury 3 years of painful one.
She knew neither revenge nor forgetting everything would bode well for her. There's a reason that it was called a trial and why she ascended even after not being able to take it all and giving up in the end. Maybe it was meant to teach her how to give up? She was as stubborn AF and headstrong. She loves with a love that was more than love. She refused to give her shifu up. She refused to let things go. She refused to forgive Li Jing and Xuan Nu after their betrayal. In all things she refused to let go, there has been no growth. No change. In the end, she only ascended when she let Ye Hua go.
Maybe… maybe there are things she's not meant to hold on to?
LOL. nope. Why the fudge would she ascend to high goddess if fate would not allow her to get back at those who wronged her? Her ascension was not a reward. It was a means.
If hell is a place and she hoped it got place for two. Or more.
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"It was perfect, Zhe Yan." She straightened herself. "I just need some wine and I'll be as good as new." She smiled. She missed him. She missed the ten miles of peach blossoms. She missed her family. And the wine. Let's not forget the wine.
The man gave out a timid smile. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu. Are you sure? You never told me what happened before you undertook that 300-year trial." He sounded worried. "Trial after trial. What are you trying to achieve?" he sighed. "You already resealed Qing Cang and achieved high goddess!"
She chuckled, "Bai Qian of Qing Qui. Highest goddess ever. Has a nice ring to it." She slowly trudged towards the hut.
"You've been gone for almost 300 years." Zhe Yan casually began talking once they entered the hut. "I'll make sure your family knows you're home. Better yet, I can have Zhen Zhen inform them all."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Now where's that peach wine?"
"Nope." Bai Qian glared at the ancient phoenix. "Let me do a quick diagnostic on you first. The last time you came back, you were blind. I need to make sure that the eyes you have are working properly, together with the rest of your organs."
"Fine."
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"Gugu's back?!" Fengjiu excitedly asks.
Mi Gu nodded with the same excitement.
"What should I give her?" She curiously asks. Scrunching her face. "What could make her happy?"
The tree sprite thought for a moment. "Before she left, she asked us to take care of that guy right? Since he no longer needs to be fed blood…" the girl just raised her eyebrow at the servant. "Isn't it her greatest wish to you know… for that guy in Yan Hua cave to wake up?"
The princess' face lightened up at the idea. It would be the best present ever! It was her greatest heart's wish, is it not? But…
Mi Gu noticed that the happiness in Fengjiu's face immediately faded. "What's wrong?"
"How do we wake him up?" She inquired. I mean it's not like her aunt has NOT TRIED every possible way, right? "His soul was shattered, right?"
The tree sprite scratched his head, "Well… I heard a rumor that about a lamp that healed the crown prince a long time ago… and it was called… the SOUL GATHERING LAMP."
The fox princess grinned.
Perfect.
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The boy dressed in white and green robes with the most adorable head piece found in the entire celestial heavens, kneeled before a portrait of a woman with a blindfold.
When I was born 300 years ago, everyone in the Nine Heavens called me Imperial great-grandson. My father is the eldest imperial grandson and the crown prince of the celestial tribe, Ye Hua. My mother's name is SuSu. She's a beautiful woman and a mortal.
He kowtowed.
"For the past 300 years father brings me to mount Junji of the far east in the mortal world every year to live there for a few months. He says that's where mother made him give her his heart.
Father also said that mother will come back eventually."
The boy kowtowed the second time.
"Father said tomorrow is the anniversary of when you met. We will treat it as your birthday although I think it's perfunctory to do that, it's better than not knowing when to celebrate your birthday"
He kowtowed the third time and smiled at the woman.
"Mother, I am going to Mt. Junji in the far east tomorrow to pick peaches. It'll be too late to wish you a happy birthday before your portrait. So I will wish you a happy birthday here right now. "
The man in black, father of the boy, smiled sadly. The lamp has been burning for 300 years but his wife has yet to return.
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The slamming of the doors should have been Su Jin's first clue that Ye Hua is not in a good mood.
While he was strolling on the bridge leading to their hut in Mt. Junji, his bodyguard, Tian Shu approached him with haste and worry, "Consort Su Jin suddenly barged into Zichen Hall. I didn't dare to stop her. Then I remember that the soul-gathering lamp was inside."
The crown prince did not waste a moment before leaving for the nine heavens. He hastily caught the woman's wrist and harshly asked, "Where is the soul gathering lamp?"
She seemed confused and replied, "isn't the soul gathering lamp in Zichen hall?" she winced, ignoring his steely grip in her wrist.
"WHERE IS IT?!" he roared, tightening his grip on her.
Never in her life has she seen him so furious. When he stabbed her back on their wedding day, his face did not have an iota of emotion. But now… "Ye Hua…" She placatingly began, "What's wrong with you?" she heaved and tears began to pool in her eyes.
His lips thinned and his eyes turned to slits, "Don't forget," he emphasized, "that you were only able to live in Xiwu palace because of the lamp."
"Ye Hua," she soothed, "you must be mistaken about something. I gave you the lamp 300 years ago." he seemed to listen and she mustered her courage. "I haven't touched it since then." She tried to look as innocent as she can. "I… I wouldn't dare. I really wouldn't dare touch it. I know how much you care about that lamp...I..."
She was cut off with Ye Hua's next action flinging her to the ground. Xin Nu, her maid, was immediately on the ground, "your highness, calm your anger."
"You better be not lying to me." He gritted out.
Now, Ye Hua was a calm, collected, and calculating even, but when it comes to matters concerning SuSu, well… he walked out of SuJin's hall with the threat hanging above her head. He didn't even have to verbalize it.
Su Jin crumpled further on the floor. A heap of nerves and tears while the maid, Xin Nu comforted her, "Are you okay, my lady? What's with his highness? I've never seen him so angry before." Su Jin sobbed, realizing what could have caused the love of her life to lose his temper.
"It's because of that mortal." She quietly replied. The last word tasting bitter. "It's been 300 years. She's been dead for 300 years!" She swallowed hard and continued to sob. How could this be? Was she not even a competition for a rotting corpse? "Because of that lamp… she's still in my way."
Su Jin would never understand how could her heart continue to break.
When it wasn't even whole to start with.
She cried.
Yep, the slamming of the doors should have been Su Jin's first clue that Ye Hua is not in a good mood.
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When Third Uncle Lian Song hears about the Lamp going missing, he knows it's trouble. "That's Ye Hua's life", he says to himself and rushes to his favorite nephew and found him inconsolable in Zichen hall. "Ye Hua," he begins as he kneels to face the younger prince, "I know the soul-gathering lamp is missing, but look, it's been 300 years. If that lamp could create a SuSu, it would have already. Why do you have to be at a loss because of a woman who's been dead for 300 years?"
His nephew's face did not even twitch, "Don't say anymore, third uncle." his voice, seemingly normal and emotionless sounded so broken. "SuSu is telling me in this darkness that she still won't forgive me." Why else would she not come despite the 300 years continuous burning of the lamp? He felt it was deliberate. "She… won't even let me create a fake version of her."
Tears began to stream at his cheeks. He knew it was pointless. He was smart. Of course he understood that the new SuSu would be fake, but he just couldn't help himself. He needed to see her. To be with her. Even if she won't respond.
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Mi Gu thought that the family he served were mischievous, not stupid. If the little princess has borrowed the lamp, why had she not ask instructions on how to use it?! The two of them are currently inside YanHua cave while Fengjiu wonders out loud how to use it.
"I… heard that you have to keep it burning for days…" Mi Gu replied, uncertain, "And watch after it yourself. You can't use your magic powers."
"Then wouldn't we get caught?" the girl whined, frustrated. She certainly cannot wait for that long. She's already in her red dress, ready for Gugu's birthday. On top of that, "Gugu will probably come to see him now that she has returned. What do we do if she finds out?"
The sprite sighed, "I don't know."
"What are you guys doing?" a question that startled both the fox princess and Mi Gu. She has returned yesterday from her mortal trials, but they did not expect her to immediately check the war god.
Then two stood, "Gugu…"
"What are you guys up to?" she raised an eyebrow at both her niece and servant.
"I… I borrowed a lamp from the celestial palace." Fengjiu stuttered. "It's supposed to help restoring Mo Yuan's soul."
That got Bai Qian interested, "What is it?"
The girl hesitated…"Soul gathering lamp."
"Soul gathering lamp?" The queen may have just returned, but even she knew that this lamp is a sacred item belonging to the celestial clan. Getting it just as easy as her niece did was rather suspicious, "HOW DID YOU GET IT?"
Fengjiu bit her lip and sniffed before answering, "I took on consort Su Jin's appearance and stole it from Zichen palace."
Bai Qian was appalled. "Stole it?! Who gave you the courage to do such thing?" The coldness of the cave seemed to have been intensified. Before the little fox could explain herself, a plan formed in the queen's mind.
Fengjiu's explanation about how she heard that the lamp saved the crown prince and could definitely save Mo Yuan fell on deaf ears as her Gugu instructed them to get on their knees. And scolded them for their behavior. They are after all, a royal family. Doing such thing is a disgrace. How will the queen be able to explain it to Fengjiu's father if they got caught?
"Gugu... I was wrong… Let me return it…a-and take responsibility for my wrong doing." the girl pleaded. Sad that she was not able to attain any gift for her Gugu, and now she's being scolded and later probably punished for stealing something from the celestial palace. "Gugu… It was difficult for me to obtain this lamp... Are you sure you don't want to use it before we return it?"
The older fox sighed, "There's no point in trying. I know how this lamp works. In order to use it, you must have a part of the soul for it to bring the remaining parts together. Something we do not have." She sighed once more, "For the past 70000 years, although my shifu's body is here, I don't know where his soul is." her heart ached at the last part. Almost 300 years living in the mortal world to be rid of her emotions will not uproot 70000 years of longing for someone to return. "...So this lamp is useless."
Useless like all other methods she tried.
Useless like all promises she'd heard.
"You're not really gonna try it?" the younger fox inquired. Bai Qian rolled her eyes. She loved her niece. She really does, but sometimes she cannot help but wonder if she's right in the head or just deaf. Or maybe it runs in the family.
The queen of Qing Qui stood. And took a deep breath. "I sense your apprehension and fear. I will be the one to return it." she had a plan after all.
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The guards of the celestial palace watched lazily as their day blurs with the rest of the hundreds and thousands of years that they have guarded the nine heavens. They are not incompetent and thus immediately sensed the essence of a high god in the proximity. They readied their weapons.
The years were kind to them and they have been trained for the sole purpose of protecting the palace but no amount of training could ever prepare them for the sight in front of them.
Before them stood a blindfolded and bloodied woman. Holding the container of the soul gathering lamp.
Their jaws fell.
She walked calmly through.
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"Who do you think could have taken the lamp?" Third Prince Lian Song asks as he walked with Si Ming in the pavilion.
The star lord Si Ming sighed, "Whoever it is, I just hope it was not Fengjiu, trying to revive Dijun's heart." she chuckled at his own joke, but he was seriously worried. He had a hint that the little fox had a connection to Si Yin. Who was obviously trying to revive Mo Yuan. Since the War God's soul was shattered it make perfect sense to utilize a "SOUL GATHERING LAMP". The writer of the fates looked up thinking hard.
"Who else could benefit by taking it?"
"Su Jin?" Lian Song guessed. "But then, she'd be scared of what Ye Hua would do to her. So it's a no. Not even counting the fact that she's banned form Zichen Hall."
"Third Prince," Si Ming tapped Lian Song, "I think I found it."
"Huh?" His eyes trained on the star lord, "You have a suspect?!"
Si Ming refused to meet his gaze and continued staring somewhere, "isn't that…" he slowly raised his fingers toward the figure and Lian Song followed with his sight.
They have indeed found the soul gathering lamp.
In the hands of SuSu.
DUN DUN DUN DUN!
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