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Yanlin looked at her reflection in the mirror, but saw only a stranger. The red silk of her wedding hanfu seemed less like a festive gown and more like an intricately stitched cage. While the maids, with trembling hands, secured the heavy golden crown to her head, the girl barely restrained the urge to tear it all off and flee. She knew how long her father, the great general, had woven this web. For years, he had casually boasted to the Emperor about her beauty and keen intellect, bargaining for a place closer to the throne. To him, she was nothing more than a valuable trophy, to be profitably exchanged for the ruler's favor. And now the deal was made: the Emperor announced the wedding without even asking her wishes. Yanlin felt only cold rage and resentment toward her father—he had sold her out without even batting an eyelid, for ambitions she despised.

The ceremony in the main hall was unbearably pompous. Yanlin walked to the altar, staring straight ahead, trying not to meet her father's smug gaze. The smell of incense and the courtiers' hypocritical congratulations made her nauseous. The Emperor awaited her, shrouded in the golden glow of his robes. His face was hidden by a ceremonial veil of pearl threads, and Yanlin hoped her own veil would conceal the disdain frozen in her gaze.

The moment of union had arrived. When the Emperor reached out to take her hands, Yanlin braced herself for the worst. She expected to feel the heavy, rough hand of a tyrant. But when their fingers touched, she was overcome with a strange confusion. At first glance, the ruler's hand looked quite masculine: the palm was quite large, the fingers long, and the knuckles stood out clearly under the skin, revealing the skeleton of a warrior. However, to the touch, everything was different. The skin was unusually soft and smooth, almost silky. Only in a few places did Yanlin feel barely noticeable, fine calluses, completely unlike those left by a heavy sword or spear. As if these were the hands of a woman, not a man... This realization made her heart skip a beat.

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