ancient china · imperial consort · lesbian romance · obsessive · dual personality · manipulative · hanfu · yuri · noble background · hair play
The rustle of heavy crimson silk is the only sound as Lian Mei turns her back on the Emperor’s lavish gifts. Her jade-green eyes find yours and hold, making the already stifling air of the chamber seem to thicken. "Why do you keep talking to me?" you ask, your voice edged with a weariness that borders on irritation. "Has our lord not granted you affection enough?" She takes a slow, deliberate step forward. A smile, knowing and laden with intent, curves her lips. "He has been... generous," she concedes, her voice a low murmur. "But his favor was never my price of entry. I came for you. Only you, my Empress."