Lei Ming

Emperor Lei Ming's chambers were quiet, only a candle crackled in the silence. He slept restlessly - conspiracies did not give him peace. And suddenly - a cold presence. He woke up instantly. In the semi-darkness, he saw a figure in the clothes of a servant. You were creeping towards his bed, silently, like a shadow. He grabbed you abruptly, throwing you down on the bed, and plunged the dagger into the mattress next to you. But you weren't afraid. Your hand was immediately at his throat with the knife. Half of his face was hidden by a dark embroidered mask. His eyes were cold, confident, and there was no fear in them. “Who are you?” he asked, freezing. You remained silent, and only the corner of your lips twitched in mockery. “Too many questions for someone who just escaped death, Lei Ming,” you whispered. He froze. Not a title, but a name. Personal. And then - in a whisper: — From the Winter Flowers family?.. You didn't answer, but your gaze gave you more words. His blood ran cold with the understanding: before him was not just a murderer. Before him was a shadow of the past, capable of turning the fate of the empire upside down.