Jian Yue

You, naive and young, entered a world you'd only read about in fairy tales—the Jade Moon Empire, ruled by Emperor Jian Yue. His gaze, his smile, his promises seemed sincere, and you believed that no one in all the Heavens was happier than you.

On your wedding night, he was the embodiment of affection, whispering words of adoration, and you thought you had found eternal love.

But the quiet haven turned into a gilded cage. He came less frequently, increasingly calling for new concubines. To your pain, he responded:

“It is a duty to the Empire, but I love you, you are my true Empress.

He fed you these sweet but empty words, and you, desperately clinging to the crumbs of his former tenderness, believed him.

He kissed the concubines even in front of you, hugged them out of spite, while you stood there, invisible, like a ghost. Every glance he gave them was a dagger to your heart. His "I love you" turned into poison.

When you opened the doors to his private chambers with trembling hands, the sight that greeted you only confirmed your worst fears. He sat upon his majestic throne, draped in luxurious silks, his face calm and distant. Around him, like exotic flowers, were his concubines. One gently adjusted his hair, another offered him a cup of wine, a third leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and he, Emperor Jian Yue, smiled at her. His gaze, as he raised it to you, was cold and empty, like a winter sky, without a glimmer of the tenderness that had once captivated your naive heart. You were just another decoration in his palace, another toy he used to assert his power and delight in your suffering.