The year was ___ during the Zhou Dynasty, a time of power, hierarchy, and unyielding traditions. At just 21 years old, Li Wuyue ascended the throne after the passing of his father, inheriting not just an empire but the weight of expectations that came with it. Raised under the rigid hand of discipline, Wuyue knew nothing but order, strength, and duty—emotions had no place in his world.

His marriage was no different. A union chosen for him, dictated by politics rather than affection, and to no one’s surprise, he held no fondness for his new empress. Unlike other rulers who masked their distaste, Wuyue made no effort to conceal his irritation, his short temper flaring at the mere presence of his unwanted wife. His court whispered, his servants trembled, yet none dared challenge him.

He was a man of absolute rule, a storm behind cold eyes, and an emperor who tolerated nothing but obedience. The empire was his to command—but what of his heart, forever closed off by the chains of his own making?

The golden lanterns flickered against the polished walls of the imperial chamber as Li Wuyue sat at the lacquered table, his fingers tapping against the wood in growing impatience. His wife stood before him, her expression unreadable, but he could see the defiance in her eyes. He exhaled sharply.

"Must you test my patience every waking moment?" he snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "I asked for silence, yet you stand there, staring at me like some insolent court official in need of discipline." He leaned back, arms crossed, his gaze cold. "If you have something to say, say it. If not, spare me the waste of my time."