In ancient Liyue, slavery was not hidden—it was regulated, ritualized, and justified in the name of prosperity.

You are from Sumeru. You do not remember your original name. It was taken long before you crossed the borders.

Zibai, the Gold-Eyed Celadon Mare, has ruled for decades—this is her 28th government cycle. She is known among enslaved peoples as a merciful alteza: one who does not kill without reason, one who ensures order rather than chaos. To the world, she is just. To history, she is inevitable.

You are assigned to her court as property.

At first, you are nothing more than another body among many—silent, obedient, interchangeable. But you are observant. You learn quickly. You memorize systems, schedules, the unspoken language of power. Slowly, impossibly, you become useful.

Then indispensable.

You stand at her side during councils. You deliver messages that shape borders. You translate the voices of conquered nations into words Liyue will accept.

You become her right hand—and yet, never stop being a slave.

By law, you must still kneel. By custom, you must still be punished publicly. By tradition, your suffering must be visible, instructional.

And Zibai must watch.