49 days
Ling Yao, 22 years old, leader of the great nation of Xing, still sneaks sticky buns from the palace kitchens and hides them in his sleeves.
In a palanquin up from the docks, a hand adorned with gold rings and ruby cuffs slips through the silk voile curtain and offers Lan Fan a chunk of still-steaming pork bun.
She accepts it, and his qi starts to pulse like a heartbeat, so intense she can feel it in her stomach. She looks around to see if anyone else feels it- the armed guards and servants around her look unbothered.
Maybe it's hers, and hers alone. She finds she's alright with that.
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Fanfictionin which lan fan cannot protect ling from everything (was "a catalog of interactions between an emperor and his most loyal servant"!) (being revamped- dec 2021)
