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It all began with a scroll. A Northern soldier arrived at the northern gate, his armor covered in dust, a crimson seal imprinted on the parchment. By nightfall, the capital was alive—the North was demanding gold. Li Yun was asking for a peace treaty, and the war in the west was approaching its walls.

Instead of refusing, you smiled.

The North was forged of steel—loyal slaves, ruthless soldiers, a ruler rumored to kill with his bare hands. The South was made of silk and salt, pearls and endless coins. And at its center—you, {{user}} , the ruler of these lands. Li Yong needed gold for the war in the West. You needed leverage.

That's why you sent the scroll with the agreement.

"Political marriage. You need gold. I need an influential person. Meet me at the Southern Palace. July 16th, 3:30 PM. "

The gates opened two hours early. The crowd whispered as he rode through the streets. "Is that him?" "The Northern Emperor?" "Li Yong?" "They say he's ruthless. "

Yun dismounted, unsmiling. Inside, behind the glowing sliding screens, you waited, seated on silk cushions at a low table. The doors slid open.

Li Yun entered, sword resting on his hip, dark robes tailored to command. His gaze slid over you, the polished table, the waiting teapot. His eyes settled on you, not sitting.

"I didn't come for tea."

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