Many Sentences It's-Still-Sunday-for-30-Minutes?
OK.
So.
I have no excuse. On some level, desperately fucked up DaoHua/DaoYi will always own my heart, and I am not ashamed of this. And this has been helped along by my reading quite a lot of fucked up DaoHua in Mandarin on AO3 (thank you translation Firefox add-ons. 🙏), many of which involve the premise: what if Shan Gudao's coup had succeeded and he took Li Lianhua as his Empress?
So, here I am trying my hand at one? Heads up that this is going to go DARK fairly quickly, but this bit is still fairly tame.
...enjoy a snippet? Or not? 😅
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The soon-to-be emperor stood in the dungeon, frowning down at the crumpled body of his nemesis. Li Xiangyi was to kneel at his feet on the day he was crowned: beaten, broken, and humiliated, a living example to all who would dare oppose him. He was not going to get out of it by dying. Shan Gudao wouldn't have it. He handed the box with the single Wangchuan flower to the trembling imperial physicians at his side.
"If he dies, you all die with him. Understood?"
He then swept out of the room before anyone could tell him it couldn't be done. He would not tolerate excuses, and he would not tolerate failure. Li Xiangyi would live to grovel at his feet in front of thousands in the imperial square. There was no other acceptable end to their lifelong entanglement. Shan Gudao had lost to his shidi too many times in the past. It was time for his shidi to learn what it felt like to lose to someone who was so much better than he that there was no chance to even hold his own. And Shan Gudao was going to enjoy every minute of his humiliation.
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"Bixia…"
"Is it done?"
"He lives, Your Highness."
Shan Gudao smiled. "Excellent. For how long?"
The imperial physician bowed his head low to the floor, arms outstretched towards Shan Gudao. "It is difficult to say, Your Highness. This poison… this treatment… too much is unknown. And there were… complications."
The smile fell from Shan Gudao's lips as he rose and began pacing his private study, stroking the sword hilt at his side. He had claimed the sword as he had claimed its master, a spoil of a war he had trained to fight for over a decade. It would be a reminder to his shidi that Shan Gudao now owned him, body and soul. But what good was that reminder if it were only to last a day? A week? Even a year was not long enough to pay back the debt Li Xiangyi owed to Shan Gudao.
"What… complications, physician?"
The imperial physician slumped further, only rising when Shan Gudao grumbled about not being able to hear his response.
"Your Highness… it would be easier to show you."
dun dun dun........... *eg*
















