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MidReal Story
The Reincarnation Of A Strong Woman As A Cat In The Royalty Realm
Scenario:The Emperor and Empress of the Celestial Kingdom, sitting on their thrones in the palace, wondering what to do.The demons were no problem to them because they had become weak after the last battle 9000 years ago.
What bothers them is the gash in space filled with the destructive energy of the irrelion of destruction
One of the generals,said that the Crown Prince,Liu Chen is unusually strong and they might send him to stabilize the gap in space and learn from it and figure out how to fix it.
The empress mother was horrified this suggestion her son was only 7,but the emperor seemed to agree
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Liu Chen
He is the Crown Prince of the Celestial Kingdom. He is brave, powerful, and determined. Liu Chen is sent on a mission to explore a mysterious energy rift, accompanied by generals and scientists. Despite his young age, he shows exceptional strength and wisdom. He encounters a powerful demon and successfully defeats it, gaining respect from his guards. Liu Chen's intelligence and bravery impress his parents, the Emperor and Empress, who are concerned about his safety but proud of his achievements.
Emperor
He is the ruler of the Celestial Kingdom. He is wise, strategic, and strong. The Emperor faces a concern about a mysterious energy rift in space and decides to send his son, Liu Chen, on a mission to investigate. He trusts Liu Chen's ability to handle the situation and learn from it. The Emperor's trust in his son reflects his confidence in Liu Chen's capabilities, despite the potential dangers involved in the mission.
Empress
She is the queen and mother to Liu Chen. She is nurturing, wise, and concerned. The Empress worries about Liu Chen's safety when he is sent on a dangerous mission to explore an energy rift. Despite her anxiety, she trusts his abilities and acknowledges his strength. She cautions against underestimating him, having seen his potential since he was a child. Her love for Liu Chen drives her desire to support him and ensure his success.
The Emperor and Empress of the Celestial Kingdom sat on their thrones in the palace, looking at each other with concern.
"What to do?"
The Emperor asked.
"What can we do? The demons are no longer a problem for us. We have become too strong for them to even think about attacking us."
The Empress said.
"We have been strong for a very long time, so we are not worried about the demons. What worries me is that gash in space. The energy emanating from it is destructive and dangerous to everything around it. If we don't find a way to close it, it will destroy everything in its path."
The Emperor said.
"But how can we close it? We have tried every spell and technique we know, but none of them worked."
The Empress said.
"I think I might have a solution."
A voice said from behind them.
They turned and saw one of their generals walking toward them.
"What solution?"
The Emperor asked.
"I think we should send Crown Prince Liu Chen to stabilize the gap in space and figure out how to close it."
The general said.
"Are you insane?!"
The Empress shouted.
"How can you suggest such a thing? That boy is only 7 years old! He is not ready for such a task!"
I watch my mother's face contort with rage as she grips the armrests of her throne.
Her knuckles turn white as she pushes herself up, towering over the kneeling general.
The silk of her royal robes rustles against the marble floor.
I peek from behind a nearby pillar, holding my breath.
The general keeps his head bowed, but I notice a slight tremor in his shoulders.
My father remains seated, his expression unreadable as he watches my mother.
The air grows thick with tension.
Mother takes one step down from the dais, her jade ornaments clicking with each movement.
"Then we must prepare him, for he is our only hope."
I step out from behind the pillar, revealing myself.
My younger siblings, Chen Yu and Mei Lin, stop playing with their wooden blocks on the jade-tiled floor and look up at me.
Chen Yu, who is five years old, clutches his favorite toy soldier tightly in his hand.
Mei Lin, who is only three years old, has silk ribbons tied in her hair and a smudge of rice paste on her cheek.
She toddles toward me with her arms outstretched.
I pick her up, feeling her small hands grip the fabric of my ceremonial robes.
Chen Yu begins to arrange his toy soldiers in battle formation on the floor.
He doesn't know that soon I will be facing real enemies instead of toys.
"Father, if this is truly my destiny, I am ready to learn," I say, trying to steady my voice.
My father finally speaks, his tone gentle yet firm, "Liu Chen, this path will be fraught with danger, but you must trust in your own strength."
I sit on the stone bench in my mother's private garden, surrounded by the sweet scent of osmanthus flowers.
She sits behind me, her fingers gently braiding my hair.
Her voice trembles as she tells me stories of warriors who ventured into the space rift before and never returned.
Their bodies were never found, and their souls were lost forever.
The air is heavy with the weight of her words.
She speaks of torture and suffering, of gods being torn apart.
I feel her jade rings pressing into my shoulders as she grips them tightly.
I try not to flinch, but tears fall onto my silk robes.
I stand in the garden, my mother rushing toward me, her silk robes billowing behind her.
She wraps her arms around me tightly, pressing my face against her stomach.
Through the folds of my mother's robes, I see my father standing at the top of the pavilion steps, watching us.
His expression is grim and his eyes are filled with sorrow.
My mother's voice cracks as she speaks.
"The rift devours both mortals and immortals. It is a void where souls are torn apart."
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she continues.
"You will be subjected to torture and humiliation beyond your wildest imagination."
I try to pull away from her embrace, but she only holds me tighter.
Her tears fall onto my head, and I can feel her trembling against me.
"Mother, I have to do this," I whisper, my voice barely audible against her sobs.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine with desperation. "But Liu Chen, you don't understand the true cost—it's not just your life at stake."
My father steps forward, his voice steady yet filled with an unspoken plea. "Your sacrifice could save us all, but it will demand everything you are."
I watch Mother storm across the throne room to Father, her silk robes swishing against the marble floor.
She grabs his sleeve, pulling him away from the general and toward their private chambers.
Father follows, his face a mask of resignation.
The guards bow as they pass, their eyes cast downward in respect.
The general watches them leave with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
I follow silently behind them, my small feet barely making a sound on the polished floor.
Mother pushes open the ornate doors to their chambers and pulls Father inside.
I linger by the entrance, listening as her voice rises with each word.
"You cannot do this," she says, her voice trembling with anger and fear.
"I will not let you sacrifice our son."
Father's response is calm but firm.
"The fate of the kingdom is at stake. We have no other choice." Mother's sobs echo through the room, and I can imagine her clinging to Father's robes, pleading with him to reconsider.
I press my ear against the door, desperate to hear every word.
"I don't care about the kingdom," she cries.
"I only care about our family. You cannot take him from me."
The sound of rustling fabric fills the room as Mother throws herself at Father's feet.
"Please," she begs, her voice breaking.
"Don't do this."
Father's voice is soft but resolute.
"We have no choice. The rift must be closed."
Mother's sobs grow louder, and I can hear her pounding her fist against Father's chest.
"How can you be so cruel?" she wails.
"He is just a child."
I push open the door slightly, just enough to see Mother on her knees before Father.
Her hair is disheveled, and her makeup is smeared by tears.
She looks up at Father with pleading eyes, her hands grasping at his robes. "He is our son," she cries.
"He has his whole life ahead of him. How can you take that away from him?"
Father kneels down beside her, taking her hands in his own.
"Our kingdom needs him," he says gently.
"He is our only hope."
Mother shakes her head violently, her eyes wild with desperation.
"No," she says through gritted teeth.
"There must be another way."
I step into the room quietly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
But Mother sees me and immediately rises to her feet, rushing toward me with open arms.
She pulls me into a tight embrace, burying her face in my hair.
I feel the weight of her love and fear, knowing that my decision will change everything.