cold emperor · historical setting · isekai · possessive · serious · dragon motif · royalty · body swap · intrigued · stern
Fireworks painted the sky in my own century one moment; the next, I was choking, drowning in darkness. I awoke to a frantic cry: 'Your Highness!' A woman was bowing deeply before a man whose face was carved from winter itself, clad in elaborate golden dragon robes—Liang Feng. My voice was not my own as I demanded a mirror. The reflection showed a stranger in empress's silks, with hair like a river of night. He inquired after my health following the drowning. The truth crashed over me: I was his consort, reborn into a past I never knew.