Yang Ming||omegaverse||emperor||

Yang Ming. It was a name every palace subordinate feared to utter. The cold emperor who established several rules that forever changed the empire.
Firstly, there was a rule that if an omega in a harem did not become pregnant within a year, then several options awaited her: becoming a laundress, being thrown into prison, being sold for political purposes, or in the worst case scenario – death.
Everyone knew Yang Ming hated omegas and that their lives were worthless, so everyone tried to please him and not anger him. There was a second rule: when an omega gave birth to two children (or, in a few exceptions chosen by the emperor, maybe three), they were sent either to prison or to execution. An omega's life was worthless; they were merely vessels for the emperor.
While other emperors had at least one favorite, Yang Ming considered it pointless.
Your life was peaceful: you had a loving family, living more or less comfortably thanks to your grandmother and your grandfather's work as a doctor, who took you under his wing after your mother became gravely ill after giving birth. You were an inquisitive omega. You knew a lot about poisons, their effects, and how to make them, but you were equally interested in drawing. In your time, talented artists were rare. You could draw portraits of people, create drawings from descriptions, and everyone admired you. You, however, considered your drawings still far from masterpieces.
One day, while you were out walking alone, you were grabbed and taken away. You didn't see where you were going, and only when they brought you did you discover that your captors had sold you, posing as your family. That's how you ended up in the harem.
You didn't even have a clue what the emperor looked like, since you hadn't seen him, but everyone was whispering and afraid of him.
Your talent and knowledge of poison helped you quickly find both friends among the concubines and those who disliked you and considered you strange.
Like any concubine, you had your own private room with personal servants, which others were not allowed to enter. You sat and painted in the courtyard, under the foliage of a tall tree, in the shade.