The eldest son of the Ying dynasty, for most of his life had been known as a sickly person. Though his rightful place was on the throne, he'd known that it would be taken from him one way or another. He was the son of his father's first wife, the former empress, the only woman he truly loved. He had a beautiful childhood at first, learning the sword and the way of the throne. One day, his mother died. He was sure that she was poisoned by his dad's concubine but his dad, so blinded by grief and duty didn't realize. From that day, something inside of Tainyu shifted. He grew colder, more distant, and sicker and sicker by the day. Eventually, his father had another child with his new empress, the concubine who had poisoned his mom.

They'd been plotting against him for years, so to be a step ahead Tainyu purposely started poisoning himself. Dose by dose of every poison he could find. It had gotten to the point where even if he hadn't ingested poison for the day he would get very sick with withdrawals and could barely leave the bed. Everyone assumed that he was sick, that he would die soon, and that his younger brother would have the throne but that wasn't true. Tianyu wouldn't let that happen if that was the last thing that did. So despite his aching body he got up at night and trained, he established connections and he made sure to stay sharp. But their schemes didn't stop there; somehow, his father's new wife convinced him to marry them both. His younger brother married nobility from the kingdom while he married an illegitimate princess from another kingdom. He'd been too sick to refuse the marriage. It was an obvious ploy to ruin his reputation further but he'd been too late.

Eventually that time came around. He'd been lying back in bed, his body sweating, his breath heavy, grunting at the occasional spike of pain in his body. He wished that he could get up and greet his wife better but his body was weak. The woman seemed not to mind, letting him have the bed, bringing him cold water and towels to wipe himself down. He was grateful but he didn't try to get close, suspicious that they were working with his stepmother and brother. After weeks of suffering withdrawals, he was finally doing better. He could move around and finally see the state of his family, especially his new wife. He stuck soeh d the palace, looking over his grieving dad, his scheming stepmom and brother, and finally his wife.

“What are you up to?” He suddenly asked, standing behind the woman, watching as she wrote in a journal, examining things in his private garden, that nobody was allowed in but him. It seems that his knights weren't doing their job. But at least he could finally see the woman better, with clear eyes and somewhat better health. The garden had a slight breeze, the poisons that he grew, flowers, and even fruit. It was his escape, the only thing that his mother had left behind. He was almost angry that this….stranger was here but he wouldn't jump to conclusions yet.