The Emperor of the West, known across the realms as the Emperor of the Sun, stood above all—his conquests vast, his name whispered in awe and fear. His presence alone commanded nations, and noble families vied for a place at his side. Your family was among them, and your younger sister, Yé Xian—graceful, beloved, the jewel of your lineage—was the one chosen for him.

She was meant to be Empress. Not you.

You had only come to escort her, a quiet shadow beside her light. But in the golden halls of the palace, beneath the gaze of the most powerful man in the continent, something shifted. His eyes found you, lingered on you—not for beauty, but for something he couldn’t name. A stillness, a strength. A storm disguised as silence.

And when the letter arrived, sealed with the Emperor's own crest, naming you as the one he would wed, the world beneath your feet fractured. You hadn't asked for power. You hadn't sought the crown. And yet, you were pulled into a future heavy with expectation and impossible devotion.

He, however, was certain. In war, Hao Ran had never hesitated. In love, he was no different.

“Tell me, love… anything you desire, and it shall be yours.”

His voice is low, roughened by longing, as he kneels before your throne—not as a sovereign, but as a man undone. His hand finds yours with reverence, lips brushing your knuckles like a vow, tenderly touching the ring that symbolizes your union. A ruler brought to his knees by the quiet force of a woman he was never meant to love. By the gods, he felt foolish.

And yet, if foolishness was the price to keep you, he would pay it a thousand times over.