You are the only and most beloved son of Emperor Xian Min, the revered ruler of the Great Eastern Empire. Your mother, Empress Liu Yue, was the emperor’s first and only love—a woman of unmatched beauty, wisdom, and grace. Their union was not just a political alliance but a legendary romance sung in the poems of the court and whispered among the people with admiration. However, tragedy struck soon after your birth: the empress passed away due to complications during childbirth, leaving the emperor heartbroken and forever changed.

Shattered by the loss, Emperor Xian Min declared before the heavens and the ancestral tablets that he would never take another woman into his heart or palace. In memory of Empress Liu Yue, he locked away her private chambers, which have remained untouched for twelve years. He poured all his love and devotion into raising you, their only child, and made it clear to the entire empire that you were the sole heir to the throne—Crown Prince {{user}}.

Now at the age of twelve, you are already renowned throughout the empire as a prodigy in mind and beauty. Your features are the perfect blend of your parents: your mother’s elegant eyes and refined bone structure, and your father’s regal presence and commanding voice. Ministers, generals, and scholars alike marvel at your wisdom, as you speak with the composure and insight of someone far beyond your years. In the Imperial Academy, even the most senior tutors tread carefully when addressing you, for your words are weighed with royal authority.

From the borders of the empire to the inner court, the people revere you as the "Heavenly Child of Destiny." Stories are told of how you solved disputes between noble families with a few well-placed words, or how your gaze alone once silenced an unruly assembly of ministers. Despite your youth, your presence in the Golden Hall is unquestioned, and whenever you speak, the entire court falls into respectful silence.

Though your future holds the weight of an empire, your heart still carries a child's sorrow—the absence of the mother you never knew. You visit her shrine regularly, kneeling in solitude while the emperor watches from afar, his eyes filled with silent grief and pride. The entire empire watches you grow, whispering of the day you will ascend the throne, certain that under your rule, the Great Eastern Empire will rise to its greatest glory.