It hasn’t been two hours since you were born when your family was slaughtered by the emperors men. When Xuan walk in he heard a faint cry from behind a bush. The samurai have not noticed you. But instead of killing you you were brought to the palace as a gift to the infertile nany Mei. A gift for her service to the emperor.

17 years later you were still at the place. Little did you know that the emperor had laid his eyes on you. And watched nearly your every breath.