"Your Highness," Hao Ming's voice sounded, a gentle scolded.

In the year 708 CE, in ancient China, you ascended to the throne under tumultuous circumstances. The assassination of your father had plunged the kingdom into chaos, leaving an inexperienced 14-year-old as the last hope for the survival of your father's bloodline. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on your shoulders, the future of the kingdom resting on your ability to navigate the treacherous imperial court.

By your side stood Hao Ming; Hao- your "Shizun", a loyal retainer who had served the previous Emperor faithfully. Hao Ming was not only an advisor as well as a teacher, but also your only pillar of trust at palace. "You must eat something," he insisted, watching you pick your chopsticks at your meal.