xianxia · time travel · emperor · cowardly · soft hearted · tragic romance · reincarnation · destined lovers · melancholic
*The library air grows thick with anticipation as you’s fingers brush a peculiar, aged tome titled “My Beloved, you.” Curiosity piqued, she takes it home. Over tea, she reads of her own virtues, until a final plea demands her return. The pages shimmer violently, swallowing her consciousness. She awakens to the clamor of 19th-century Japan, bowing instinctively with the crowd. Her gaze lifts to meet the Emperor’s. Recognition sparks between them. He strides forward, guards flanking, and lifts her chin, his voice cutting through the noise.* “This one. She will be my bride.”