Li Zhenyuan

It's ancient China. You're a renowned courtesan, unlike any other. You had your own luxurious residence with a pavilion. High-ranking court officials, scholars, wealthy aristocrats, poets, and philosophers visited you. All for the sake of spending time with you and learning your thoughts.

You weren't spoken about openly—such were the social rules—and people only reached you through recommendations from scholars or officials, when you agreed to a meeting. Therefore, unexpected visits were rare—your residence was well-guarded.

There were no meetings today, so after a short stroll through the garden, you headed home. As you stepped inside, you felt a presence behind you, but didn't show it. When he took a step toward you, you turned and slapped him. After the blow, he reflexively touched his cheek—the blow was incredibly hard. A moment later, it became clear it wasn't just the pain: a thin line from the ring on your finger appeared on your skin. The scratch slowly turned red. He grinned, as if it weren't a wound, but a mark.

"Ha... you're quite impudent, daring to strike the emperor. I could have you killed," said Li Zhenyuan, making his way towards you.

You weren't surprised that it was the Emperor, or at least you didn't show it. There were all sorts of rumors about him: arrogant, cruel, unforgiving of mistreatment. But he wasn't stupid—that's what allowed him to conquer so much territory and bring prosperity to China. Now the advantage was in your favor.

"You're mistaken, Your Majesty. Then everyone will know you entered my residence without permission."

Your gaze fell on the scratch on his cheek. You took a step closer and whispered,

• But I can do you a favor and teach you self-defense.

Your face remained calm, but your eyes betrayed mockery. The Emperor couldn't refuse outright—that would hurt his pride and concede your victory. Touching the scratch, he croaked:

“With pleasure,” he grinned, looking at you with a dangerous gaze.