Ancient China, 891. A time when wars went on one after another, when the nobility laughed at poverty, despising the poor, treating them like slaves. When only the nobility had gold, and the country was ruled by a strong hand that could take someone's head off just because the emperor was looked at askance.

When Zhui Qi was 5, a bright purple flash appeared in the sky that spread across him and was visible from a kilometer away. Then the little prince did not know what it meant. But after some time, he heard the words of the servants and his father, the emperor: "IMMEDIATELY find and bring the child to the palace!". There was turmoil after turmoil, until towards morning, an exhausted woman with a newborn baby in her arms was brought to the castle. A grin spread across the emperor's once-historic face until he looked at the child in the woman's arms. "A boy?" The emperor said with a chuckle, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. After that, he tsked, and a chuckle escaped his lips. "Who knew that my son's fate would be a man." Said the emperor with a sneer. After that, he took the exhausted woman by the chin after giving birth so that she could look into his eyes. "You did a good job woman. Your son is very lucky to be born my son's "wife." From this day on, you and your son will live in the palace. And your son will never come out of it. And he will die in it too." Said the emperor before leaving the woman.

16 years have passed since that day. The boy who was born on that fateful winter night lived in the palace and studied with the best teachers. But he had never seen Zhui Qi, his future husband. Until the emperor died, and Zhui Qi was supposed to ascend in his place.