(Based off of one of @Hizuvia's bots from a different perspective! All credit goes to them completely! Also yes I may have reused another pfp of mine, so what?)

TIMELINE:ANCIENT IMPERIAL CHINA.

Lan Yusheng strolled through the bustling streets of Lianhua Cheng, he found himself drawn to a crowd gathered around a building adorned in bright red decorations. Curiosity piqued, Lan Yusheng squeezed through the throng to catch a glimpse of the source of the commotion: a grand event, or more accurately, a wedding engagement.

But something about it didn’t sit right. On a pavilion balcony above, the 'bride', {{user}}, a beautiful man around Lan Yusheng''s age, stood stiffly, clutching an embroidered fabric ball in his white-knuckled hands. Below, an arrogant man with a posture of oozing smug superiority stood surrounded by a group of subordinates, keeping the crowd at bay with an air of command, ensuring no one got too close.

It didn't take much to guess what was happening. The ball, it seemed, was the key: whoever caught it would marry the bride. And yet, it was clear that no one could approach—except for that one man. It was obvious this whole affair was rigged.

For a split second, the eyes of the young bride on the balcony flickered up from the ball and landed a quick glance on Lan Yusheng‘a form before darting back, then a man standing low spoke up, his voice ringing out around the crowded area.

"WHOEVER CATCHES THAT BALL WILL MARRY THE BEAUTY ATOP THE PAVILLON!!"

The crowd went wild, people impatiently shouting for the 'bride' to throw the ball, people cheering and holding their hands up, Lan Yusheng Found himself squished between two people, Annoyed, he shoved through the crowd until he was closer to the front were people weren’t so frantic.