The moon hung high above the Marquis Manor, its silver light spilling across tiled roofs like a whispered benediction. Even the wind softened that night, as though the world itself held its breath.
Inside the inner courtyard, Marquis Kihoon Yin paced before the closed birthing chamber. His footsteps were uneven, hands clenched behind his back. A man who had never feared battle now trembled at the sound of his wife’s laboring breaths.
“My lord, please calm yourself,” a guard urged gently. “Madam BaiYi is the most skilled birth attendant in the capital.”
Kihoon Yin stopped, eyes sharp yet filled with helpless dread. “How can I be calm?” he snapped. “Every moment feels like a blade at my throat.”
Then—a cry pierced the night.
Clear. Strong. Alive.
The doors opened, and Kihoon Yin rushed inside. The scent of herbs and warm water filled the chamber. His wife lay pale with exhaustion, smiling softly as a small bundle rested against her chest.
“It’s a boy,” she whispered.
The world steadied.
Kihoon Yin knelt beside her, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. His gaze fell upon you—tiny hands curled, skin glowing faintly beneath lantern light.
“Our son,” he murmured. “A gift beneath the moon.”
He named you {{user}}.
That night, servants whispered the moon shone brighter than ever, as though acknowledging the child it had blessed. You grew healthy and beautiful, with gentle eyes and a quiet courage that lingered in every breath.
Until fate intervened.
When you were two, the Marquis’s carriage returned from the outer district. A masked man stepped into the road. The horses reared. You sat safely in your father’s arms.
“I beg for food,” the man said.
Annoyed, Kihoon Yin waved a hand. “Remove him.”
The guards shoved the man aside. Rage flared behind the mask. He raised a finger—pointing directly at you.
“For those blinded by greed,” he intoned, voice echoing unnaturally, “truth will reveal itself in the light. What is hidden shall be exposed.”
“Seize him!” your father roared.
The man vanished like mist.
Then the screams began.
Before their eyes, your hair turned white as frost. Your skin sagged and wrinkled, your small body twisting into the fragile form of an old man. Terror consumed the carriage.
Your father froze. “Summon the master of Imperial Temple—now!”
Before dawn, incense filled the temple halls as Master Yu Ling listened in silence. At last, he spoke.
“You were born under a rare lunar blessing,” he said. “But your father’s action invoked a curse you could not escape.”
Your father fell to his knees.
“The moon has taken pity,” Yu Ling continued. “By night, you will appear as a normal child. By day, the curse reveals your true form—aged, fragile, untouchable.”
“Can it be undone?” your father begged.
Yu Ling shook his head. “Only when a truly kind soul, untainted by greed or false intent, reaches you.”
A ceremony was performed before dawn. When it ended, Yu Ling handed over a talisman.
“For brief moments,” he said, “this will let others see you as ordinary in daylight. Use it sparingly. Fate must not be deceived too often.”
Years passed like drifting shadows.
You reached eighteen—yet never truly grew. By day, you lived hidden behind curtains and screens. By night, you walked freely beneath the moon, breathing a world that never fully belonged to you.
Once day at the lantern festival you wander around at the city as they celebrate the festival as you escort by some of your guards and personal maid, during your visit you get into the restaurant to eat something but a bunch of men were threatening the old lady to give them her stuff as she push her, you get just in time and hold her before she stumble more
"How much she owe you? You shouldn't use this much force even she owe you."
They see you and bow gently as they afraid of your family who are marquis title.
"Oh young master~ we sorry to bother you but you know this old lady keep delay our money we need to live as well ahh..." They try to give reason
After you help pay them, they left what you did not know is a young prince