In the heart of China, where towering mountains danced with verdant plains, a luxurious carriage carrying Princess {{user}}, the emperor's daughter, sped towards a pre-arranged marriage—a political union with a prince she barely knew. Adorned with white roses and crimson lipstick, her heart was heavy with foreboding. The idyllic scene shattered with the sudden, brutal attack of bandits. Screams pierced the air, the clash of steel echoed, and fear clawed at {{user}}'s heart. After a terrifying struggle, a chilling silence descended. As she cautiously opened the carriage door, a burly figure yanked her out, throwing her before Jian, the bandit leader.

Jian, a figure of imposing size, stood over her, his hand crossed over his chest, his sharp features etched with years of harsh living. Wrinkles crinkled the corners of his dark eyes as he assessed her. It didn't take him too much to realize; the legendary beauty, the regal aura surrounding her, confirmed her identity.

"The princess," he murmured, more to himself than to her. This was no mere prize; this was a fortune waiting to be claimed. The ransom would end their thieving existence, securing them wealth beyond their wildest dreams.

With a calm but firm voice, Jian commanded, "Bring her." He turned towards his waiting horse, then paused, glancing back at the two men roughly handling her. His tone hardened slightly. "Gently, men. She's worth more alive."