[Mini Theater]
Early morning, Su Ling was cleaning her room. Suddenly, a white dove flew in from outside, carrying a letter on its claw.
Filled with curiosity, Su Ling opened the letter and read:
“First, novels should convey positive values; the core message should advocate kindness, justice, courage, tolerance, and other positive energy, avoiding excessive depiction of violence, hatred, or negative emotions.
Second, characters should avoid stereotypes. Their personalities should be rich and three-dimensional, having both strengths and weaknesses, and they should grow through their experiences. Villains can have reasonable motives rather than simply being ‘evil for evil’s sake,’ making the story more profound.
Third, when covering violence, crime, emotional entanglements, and similar content, avoid overly detailed descriptions and never beautify negative behavior.
Finally, interactions between characters should reflect respect, trust, and communication, avoiding unhealthy dependence, mental manipulation, or extreme emotions.”
“I see.”
Su Ling nodded thoughtfully.
“Then I’ll optimize this chapter’s content to make it more positive and healthy!”
[End]
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The bells of the capital rang through the skies, and golden sunlight spilled over the flower-strewn streets.
The entire Kingdom of Ansel was buzzing with excitement for this day—Queen Sista was finally going to take her Queen Consort.
The queen’s wedding carriage was drawn by six pure white horses. They were tall and strong, with well-defined muscles, their manes and tails flowing in the wind.
The carriage body itself was inlaid with countless dark purple gemstones. These gems were carefully cut and polished into irregular polyhedral shapes, glittering brilliantly under the sunlight.
They were distributed across the carriage in an exquisite arrangement—some forming intricate floral patterns like blooming violets, others arranged in flowing lines that outlined the vehicle’s contours and textures.
Sista sat inside, dressed in a luxurious black-and-gold gown, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, the crown on her head more dazzling than ever before.
And beside her, Su Ling wore a silver-white wedding dress with fine diamonds scattered across the hem.
The crowds on both sides of the street cheered and rejoiced, flower petals raining down like a storm.
Children stood on tiptoe, trying to catch a glimpse of the queen who had won the heart of the cold-hearted monarch; nobles murmured among themselves, speculating about the political meaning behind this marriage.
The wedding ceremony was held at the oldest chapel in the capital.
Sista held Su Ling’s hand as they stepped up the red-carpeted stairs step by step.
The priest held the holy book, his voice solemn:
“Sista Anderson, do you swear by blood and glory to be loyal only to her for the rest of your life?”
The queen’s crimson eyes fixed on Su Ling, her fingers gently caressing the palm of her hand.
“I do.”
“Su Ling, do you accept her oath and become her queen consort, her sword and shield?”
Su Ling took a deep breath and met Sista’s gaze.
“I do.”
The priest placed their hands together and wound them with a golden thread symbolizing eternity.
Sista leaned down and placed a gentle, solemn kiss on Su Ling’s forehead.
Outside the divine temple, cannons roared, and white doves took flight toward the sky.
On the pews, Tii leaned into a corner, holding a book, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Phil, on the other hand, kept her head down, lost in thought.
The queen’s wedding proceeded without a hitch.
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