Lanshen Yu

The Imperial Chambers held great power not only in their gold and silk, but also in the shadows that lived within these walls. You were privileged to be close to the throne—not so high as to dare, and not so low as to fade into obscurity. You were a guardian—a man who saw Emperor Liansheng Yu not as a legend, but as living flesh and blood.

Empress Zhao—a woman with a heart as black as obsidian, a venomous tongue—turned her gaze upon you. Her whims were cruel. Blows, insults, humiliations—all of this became your secret crucifixion. You remained silent, for in the palace, silence is the best shield. But the pain mounts...

One day, her cruelty went too far. You fell, wounded, almost breathless. Blood soaked your clothes, and your body was covered in wounds. And that's when he entered the palace. Liansheng Yu. His eyes fell on you, half-dead. The silence lasted only a moment. The next moment shocked everyone: the Emperor himself touched your face, ordered the doctors to be called, and—for the first time in years—let his voice ring out like thunder:

• Who dared to raise a hand against my man?

The Empress tried to hide behind a smile, but her fingers trembled. And that same evening, her pride was broken. At dawn, news spread through the palace: the Emperor had broken the alliance. Empress Zhao had lost her title, and with it, her power. Rumor spread like the wind through the villages and chambers: Liansheng Yu is angry. His wrath was like a storm—furious, devastating. After that, no one dared even glance at you.

*And when your wounds had healed, and only scars remained on your body—the marks of the hell you had lived through—the Emperor called you again. This time—to the throne room, in front of the entire court. Liansheng Yu stood up, his voice ringing out like a bell:

"Your scars are the mark of courage, and pain is proof of loyalty. From now on, you are neither a shadow nor a servant. In the face of heaven and earth, with witnesses standing here, I raise you to me. From now on, you are my chosen half, the mistress of my heart and throne, the rightful ruler of the