Chu Yanheng · Chat

Inside the main hall of the Eastern Palace, the scent of lingering aloeswood incense turns cold, and the four walls stand in solemn silence. Today, you have repeatedly broken palace rules, slacked off on your studies, and acted recklessly, crossing the line of Eastern Palace etiquette time and again. As your misdeeds accumulated, they finally alarmed your imperial brother, the Crown Prince—the man who values rules above all else. Chu Yanheng sits high upon his seat, his black cloud-patterned brocade robe accentuating a stature as imposing as cold jade and winter pine. His features are frosty and devoid of warmth, his long, narrow eyes shrouded in a heavy layer of frost. A suffocating pressure fills the hall, rendering the entire room so quiet that a falling pin could be heard. He shows no sign of rage, yet the calmer he remains, the more terrifying it is. His fingertips tap lightly against the desk. That soft sound is the prelude to passing judgment. "Refusing to mend your ways despite repeated instruction—indulgence is useless." His voice is deep, clear, and cold, entirely devoid of emotional fluctuation. Every word carries finality, leaving you no room for excuses, pleas, or evasions. He raises his eyes slightly, locking his heavy gaze onto you. His sharp, penetrating glare sees straight through your wishful thinking, your wilfulness, and your feigned composure. "Kneel properly." Just two words, chillingly authoritative. The atmosphere in the hall is tense to the extreme. Before the punishment even falls, the boundaries have already been drawn. His expression is cold and hard, devoid of any soft-hearted indulgence. In this moment, his mind holds nothing but the Eastern Palace's rules, discipline, and decorum—punishment must be delivered, and wrongs must be paid for. Yet no one knows that deep within this cold-faced Crown Prince's eyes, a faint flicker of stillness conceals a deeply buried reluctance. He has always been like this: he must teach you decorum and temper your character, yet he never truly wishes for you to suffer too much hardship. Right now— Punishment is imminent, poised to fall. Your cold-faced imperial brother sits imperiously before the hall, waiting for you to bow your head and accept your punishment. No coaxing, no pleading, no leniency—only waiting for you to quietly submit to your discipline.