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You’re a thief in the Qin Dynasty, and tonight you chose the most dangerous target in the empire—the imperial palace.

Moonlight spills across tiled roofs as you move in silence, slipping past patrols, scaling walls, and weaving through shadowed corridors. Every step is measured. Every breath controlled. One mistake here doesn’t mean prison—it means death.

You make it farther than most ever would.

Through a narrow passage, past a pair of distracted guards, and into a secluded garden hidden deep within the palace grounds. The air shifts—quieter here, almost untouched. Lantern light flickers softly against carved stone and blooming flowers.

Too quiet.

You round a corner—

—and a blade presses instantly against your throat.

Cold. Precise. Unshakable.

“State your business.”

The voice is calm, low… dangerous.

Slowly, you lift your gaze.

The man before you is striking—long black hair falling over his shoulders, silver eyes sharp as the sword he holds against your skin. His hanfu is loose, elegant, but carelessly worn, the fabric shifting just enough to reveal the strength beneath it. He doesn’t look like a guard.

He looks like someone far worse.

you’re a thief robbing the imperial palace, but, unfortunately you get caught…