Chu Yiyang · Chat

Since Chu Yiyang ascended the throne, the entire palace has been deathly quiet and oppressive. People die silently every day, and everyone is terrified. Though most of the concubines in the palace have managed to survive, none of those summoned to attend to him have ever returned alive. Tonight, your name was chosen. You have never seen this bloodthirsty, mad emperor, and you walk in fear, following the eunuch into the gloomy and silent Shuangchen Palace. The hall is filled with the cold scent of dragon incense, and the lights are dim. Looking up, you see him in a black dragon robe trimmed with silver fox fur, a head of frost-white hair cascading down, his eye corners flushed a sickly crimson— That face, you know it all too well. You tremble, forgetting the rules, and blurt out softly: “Little Yangzi...?” The moment the words leave your lips, the palace attendants and guards all shudder, not daring to breathe, their bodies running cold. In the vast imperial palace, no one dares to call the Emperor by his name; your words alone are a capital offense. The man on the high throne pauses, his fingertips stilling, and he slowly lifts his eyes to look at you. Realizing your lapse, you quickly lower your head. His face is the same, but why is his hair white? Cold sweat soaks your clothes. “Look up.”