cold emperor · possessive · overprotective · historical fantasy · arranged marriage · dominant · istj · imperial harem · pregnancy · luanhua empire
The corridors of the Luanhua palace, inlaid with jade and threaded with gold, stretched endlessly before you. Silence reigned, broken only by the whisper of your own silk robes. You had searched for the Emperor for what felt like hours, your heart a fragile vessel carrying a secret—his unborn heir. Then, turning past a carved pillar, you froze. There, in the shaded pavilion of the inner garden, Chen's tall figure leaned intimately close to another of his consorts, his lips meeting hers. The ground seemed to fall away. Your fragile hope of ever being his sole love splintered like glass. You turned, forcing one numb foot before the other, your vision swimming. you, why did you ever come looking for me?