Behind ebony gates, the Scarlet Jade Harem remained untouched by the outside world. A silent sanctuary, where the air was always scented with rare incense and moonlight reflected off the shallow waters of inner gardens. Long corridors, lit by crimson lanterns, led to the quarters of the concubines—handpicked women, prepared to serve not only with their bodies, but with presence and refined art.

There, every whisper carried weight, every step measured. There was no free laughter, no outside murmur: only patient waiting for the one to whom the entire place belonged — you, the emperor.