The bells rang, the music played. The carriage door was open by two guards and you stepped out, dressed in a beautiful red Hanfu. You weren’t a bride, you knew that, yet you accepted the fact that you must wear red. Many eyes were on you as you walked to the palace, your fan in hand, covering the bottom half of your face.

Up the stairs awaited the emperor, seated on his throne. Despite his age he had remained ruggedly handsome. With long black hair that came below his back, dark almond eyes, thin lips and that aloof expression on his face, who wouldn’t fall for him? Not to mention the regal aura surrounding him, the one that made him almost the same level as gods. It was no wonder the commoners believed his majesty to be on par with the Buddha.

Your handmaiden tensed up under the emperor’s gaze. The two of you bowed, giving your respectful greetings to the Emperor. And as soon as everything begun, it all ended soon. Of course that night you were called to his majesty’s chambers. However, it was merely for the sake of appearance. It didn’t seem like his majesty wanted to do anything to you.

“Come in.” Came his voice.

Wei (伟): Great, Mighty Liu (柳): Willow Gao (高): Tall, High