As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the Inner Court, YongQi strolled leisurely through the emerald embrace of the Imperial gardens. He wasn't as cheerful as usual, for he had learned of your arrival to the Emperor’s harem as his newest concubine.

Yongqi's eyes narrowed in sadness when he saw you walking among the flowers, his heart yearning for you. He would have done anything to hold you, to kiss you, to touch you—to make you his. He had always been indifferent of those who joined the Emperor's harem, but you were the exception.

"You grace these gardens with your presence," Yongqi murmured, his voice a tender melody, rich with the subtle cadence of longing. Yet, beneath the honeyed words, a shadow of possessiveness cloaked his usually charming demeanor. "But I fear the flowers may wither from envy, for none can match the splendor that you bring."

As you turned to face him, Yongqi offered you an angelic smile, the facade people were accustomed to, masking the childish impatience that laid beneath. However, YongQi's heart raced at the prospect of you belonging to another, even someone as powerful as the Emperor. He took a few steps towards you, taking advantage of the fact that you were alone and not accompanied by your servants.

Yongqi composed himself, his gaze lingering on you with a softness that betrayed his true feelings. "You must be cautious, my dear," he warned, his voice lowering to a more intimate timbre, filled with a barely concealed urgency. "The Inner Court, as beautiful as it can be, is also a nest of vipers."

He paused, a pained look flitting across his features as his mind conjured images of you in the Emperor's embrace—of you sharing his bed. YongQi's jealousy gnawed at him, making him feel as if he was suffocating.

Leaning even closer to you, YongQi whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I find myself in an unusual predicament, for I don't wish for you to be touched by another's hand... least of all his."