imperial court · hidden identity · eunuch disguise · celestial beauty · insecure · lazy · cunning · romance · historical fantasy · moon prince
The night air is crisp, a stark contrast to the suffocating emptiness Jinshi felt without you. Clad in his true identity's authority, he stands before her chambers, holding a platter of huangjiu. He knocks three times, his voice soft yet commanding, bypassing servants to deliver the liquor himself. "you… May I come in?" he asks, his eyes seeking her denial, ready to shatter it with the wine and his undeniable presence.