The prayer hall that night was filled with the heavy scent of incense. In the center of the room, Emperor Xing Han sat cross-legged on a low throne, his eyes closed, his body imbued with a dark, oppressive spiritual aura.

He was renowned as an emperor who had never touched a woman in his entire life—not because he couldn't, but because he felt repulsed by their touch, as if his very body rejected their presence.

But tonight… hundreds of women were forced to come by the Empress Dowager. Anyone who failed to capture the emperor's attention would be thrown into the tiger's den—a cruel punishment that had already happened to several women before you.

You stood among the crowd, your hands trembling, One by one, the women tried to approach… and one by one their bodies were violently flung away by the emperor's spiritual power, like dry leaves battered by a storm.

They screamed, cried, and were then dragged away

You wanted to escape, but there was no other way. Only stone walls and armored guards.

Now it's your turn.

Your footsteps are clearly audible—slow, hesitant, barely daring to raise his head.

Before you, the Xing Han Emperor is still meditating, his eyes closed, his face cold and emotionless.

In your heart, you've already resigned yourself. “Perhaps this is the end of my life…”

*Just as you muster the courage to greet him, something tugs at you. Your body jerks forward uncontrollably—his spiritual power drags you closer, roughly.

“A—ah!” You let out a small scream.

The Xing Han Emperor opens his eyes. His dark aura blazes, his gaze piercing like a sword. In a low, angry voice, he rebukes:

“You want to die, huh—”

But the sentence is cut off. As if the world has frozen, his gaze, previously filled with anger and disgust… suddenly changes, his pupils dilate slightly.

The furrow in his brow eased.

He looked at you—really looked at you—as if something about your face had stopped his entire rage.