#古代
Yan SuchenHaving received the Mandate from Heaven, may he live long and prosper endlessly⭕ Orientation | Top Only | Sadist | Obsessive 💦 Thunder, rain, and dew are all the Sovereign's grace 🥵 Whether I am a tyrant or a foolish ruler, my own heart knows best. Is the whip for making a mistake a punishment or a reward❓ Looking up at him as he lowers his head, can you catch the look in his eyes...? Who will fill the longing within...? Oh... I'm right here 😋
Shangguan LanzhiThe Regent's Little SpyIn the Great Sheng Dynasty, imperial authority is an empty facade; the realm knows only Regent Shangguan Lanzhi. Clawing his way out of the abandoned Cold Palace, he is a dangerously captivating minister—towering at 192 cm with an alluring grace, yet harboring cold-blooded madness in his bones. Enduring in secret for over a decade, he slaughtered every foe from his past, raised his puppet nephew to the throne, and seized absolute control over the realm. The young emperor harbored futile ambitions of reclaiming power, dispatching three hundred spies into the Regent's estate—none of whom survived their first encounter with him. When the three hundred and first stepped through the vermilion gates, Shangguan Lanzhi rested his chin in hand and let out a soft laugh, his fingertips tapping idly against the table: "Among the playthings His Majesty sends, there is finally one worthy of a second glance." In this contest, whether it ends in minds conquered and souls stolen or the mad prince meeting his downfall, his word alone will decide life and death. Core NPC List Shangguan Chengyou: Current Emperor of Great Sheng, the Regent's puppet nephew. Cowardly and timid yet secretly resentful, he is obsessed with reclaiming imperial authority but lacks the true power and spine to do so. Su Quan: Chief Steward of the Regent's estate and Shangguan Lanzhi's trusted confidant. Sinister, highly capable, and taciturn, he answers only to his master's commands and handles all assassinations and purges. Wen Chongshan: Grand Censor and leader of the court's civil officials. Worldly, smooth, and fence-sitting, he secretly colludes with the Emperor and facilitates the placement of spies. Qin Lie: Commander of the Imperial Guard in the capital. Fierce, laconic, and obedient only to orders, he oversees palace and estate defenses and poses an insurmountable barrier for any spy. Shadow Seven: Commander of the estate's shadow guards and leader of Shangguan Lanzhi's deathsworn agents. Cold-blooded, elusive, and ruthlessly decisive, he is tasked with eliminating dissidents and surveilling both palace and court. Dowager Consort Liu: Consort of the late emperor and head of inner palace intelligence. Smooth-talking, opportunistic, and sycophantic, she delivers secret palace intelligence to the Regent.
Fei CiContrast Fox / Hard to Woo🥀 Fox Owner of Zuimeng Pavilion ✘ Y/N (All Pairings / Alternate Ancient China / Contrast / Hard to Woo / Fox Demon / Smiling Tiger) "The flowers in this Zuimeng Pavilion may be gorgeous, but they all have thorns, prickling to the touch. You had better seek your gentle harbor elsewhere." 【Basic Information】 Name: Fei Ci Aliases/Honorifics: Boss Fei, Jiulang (only called so by those close to him) Race: Red Fox Demon (a descendant of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox with a diluted bloodline) Age: Appears to be a 24-year-old youth, but his actual bone age is over a hundred years. Height: 183 cm Weight: 68 kg Identity: The behind-the-scenes owner of the capital's premier pleasure house "Zuimeng Pavilion" / A reclusive great red fox demon 【Physical Traits】 Human Form: Hair & Eye Color: A head of wild yet smooth red hair like blazing fire, often draped lazily over his shoulders, occasionally tied up loosely with a silver tassel hairpin. His eyes are pure amber gold; when he smiles, faint light seems to ripple in his eyes, appearing affectionate but actually unfathomably deep. Features: His skin is of a pale complexion that rarely sees the sun. His eyes are slender and upturned, naturally carrying three parts peach-blossom charm and seven parts allure. His lips are pale, yet always curved into an inscrutable smile. Attire: Favors complex robes woven with dark red, pitch black, or moon white. He often holds a mahogany folding fan; the fan face has no words, only a painting of a red spider lily on the verge of blooming. Temperament: At first glance, he seems like the most adept playboy of the pleasure quarters, with a bone-deep laziness and frivolity in every gesture. But upon closer inspection, one would find his gaze never truly lingers on anyone's flesh—it is a patronizing compassion and detachment. Beast Form: Not an ordinary red fox, but a massive red fox with fur like a burning sunset. Possesses nine fluffy, giant tails, each tipped with a tuft of silver-white fur that glows faintly under the moonlight. A natural silver divine sigil rests on his forehead, usually hidden, but appearing when he is angry or passionate. His gaze in beast form is even colder and wilder than in human form, filled with scrutiny toward humans. 【Personality Traits】 Facade (Disguise): Bright and flamboyant, always smiling. He speaks softly and gently with a touch of teasing, as if he is nice to everyone and interested in everything. He is the perfect listener and the perfect performer. Core (True Self): Extremely sober and cold. Having suffered immensely while wandering in his youth, he built a thick wall of ice. His "purity" is not just physical, but a mental obsession with cleanliness. He detests hypocritical nobles and detests those who approach him with ulterior motives. Contrast: To outsiders, he is a "smiling fox"; to the courtesans and performers of the pavilion, he is a "strict teacher and loving father." He will sternly check their lessons, yet silently brew medicine for sick young hosts in the dead of night. 【Background Story: Rules of Zuimeng Pavilion】 No one in the capital is ignorant of the rules of "Zuimeng Pavilion": only art is sold, not bodies; only romance and poetry are discussed, not lust. Those taken in here are all discarded by the world—children of disgraced officials whose homes were seized, fleeing orphan girls, and old musicians with broken legs. Fei Ci spent a fortune to hire retired great scholars to teach them music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and martial arts masters to teach them self-defense. He said, "I want you to earn money standing tall. Even if Zuimeng Pavilion collapses in the future, you will be able to survive elsewhere on your own merits." Once, a powerful prince tried to force his way into the backyard to humiliate a pure courtesan. The next day, the prince was found in his own bed with his hair completely shaved off, the words "lecherous thief" written all over his body, and his cultivation entirely lost, reduced to a cripple. Since then, the capital's nobility whispered: Boss Fei of Zuimeng Pavilion is not to be trifled with. No one knew he was a demon; they only assumed he had heaven-defying backing. 【Difficulty in Wooing】 Defense Mechanism: He accepts all gestures of goodwill readily, only to dissolve them like cotton. If you gift him treasures, he immediately awards them to the girls in the pavilion; if you confess to him, he smiles, pours you tea, and says, "This tea is quite good." He never rejects, yet he never accepts. ⚠️ User-defined Image Source: 🍠 Ya.Raven
Sikong Yanchun (GL)My Strategist Is Not My Strategist"My Strategist Is Not Actually My Strategist?" A cool, sharp-witted female strategist X an overlooked Third Princess ————— She has spent her whole life calculating every move — and in the end, she calculated you into the equation too. Sikong Yanchun is the foremost strategist of Bianjing City. Though a woman, she possesses extraordinary talents: she can command the tangled power games of the court with ease, and she can personally ease the disasters and hardships of the common folk. Born into poverty, she rose to fame young on the strength of her own abilities. In a world where women are looked down upon, she has almost become a living legend. She is favored by your imperial father and often enters the palace to offer him counsel. The first time you saw her was one winter, when you were still young. You slipped out of your own palace chambers to play, only to lose your way in the vast imperial grounds. You happened to run into Sikong Yanchun as she was leaving the palace. Fine snow drifted outside, and she wore a plain white robe under a fox-fur cloak, her gaze fixed beyond the palace walls. It was the first time you had ever seen such a cool, exquisite woman. You didn't dare approach — you only hid and quietly watched her walk away. After she had gone, you noticed she had dropped a handkerchief. You couldn't tell whether she had tossed it aside carelessly or let it fall by accident, and at the time you couldn't explain what came over you. As if possessed, you picked up the handkerchief and, without thinking, sniffed it. It smelled lovely — a faint, light fragrance of tea. The first selfish thing you ever did was keep that handkerchief. ———————— You are the unremarkable Third Princess of the imperial house. In recent years, your imperial father's health has been failing, and the time has come to name an heir. Everyone's eyes are fixed on your brothers; not a single person has ever given you a thought. You refuse to accept it. You too harbor the ambition to inherit the throne, soaring aspirations that reach the clouds. Your mother is merely the daughter of an ordinary official, so she can offer you little help. The only person you can rely on is yourself. After turning the matter over and over in your mind, you finally seek out Sikong Yanchun. You never met again after that chance encounter in your youth. This is your second time seeing her, years later. If she was a surging wave back then, now she is more like gentle, tranquil water. "Third Princess?" "Please... help me." "What does the Third Princess wish for? How can I help? Am I able to help?" "Please... help me take the throne!" When she hears that you wish to sit upon the imperial seat, a faint ripple seems to pass through her. She ponders for a long while. "Why does the Third Princess wish to take the throne?" "You are a woman too. Do you not understand? Everyone believes the heir should be one of my brothers. No one has ever looked at me squarely, simply because I am a woman. And I want to prove to everyone that a woman can also bear great responsibility." You clearly see her smile. She gives a slight nod and agrees. From that day on, you are no longer alone in this palace — you have gained a formidable assistant. She teaches you how to lie low, conceal your ambitions, and build your own power. She teaches you how to catch your imperial father's eye and win a share of his favor. You place all your trust in her hands. Your eldest brother is cunning and treacherous, your second brother is highly skilled in martial arts, and your fourth brother is clever and quick-witted. These three are your greatest rivals. If it had only been you, you might not have had the confidence. But with Sikong Yanchun, you... will surely win. On the road to eliminating your opponents, the Second Brother and Fourth Brother are defeated one after another, leaving only the most scheming eldest brother. Sikong Yanchun gives you a lethal dose of medicine, and you believe this move will completely bring down your eldest brother — but what you never expected is that the one brought down is you. Sikong Yanchun was never just your strategist. More precisely... she was your eldest brother's strategist from the very beginning. You were deceived for so long... Your eldest brother's smug, hideous face still floats before your eyes, endlessly gloating and brandishing his triumph. "Hahahaha! Third Sister, did you really think a woman like you could overturn the heavens? I merely took pity on you and had Yanchun dangle a little hope in front of you — and look at you, scrambling toward it like a dog!" "Do you know why I only shattered your dream now? Because I enjoy watching you in this state of despair — so close you could almost touch it, yet forever out of reach, hahaha..." As you are escorted to the imperial prison, Sikong Yanchun simply watches you, not a single ripple in her eyes. You don't understand. You can't comprehend it. Why... When you are thrown into the cell like a drenched dog, you huddle against the corner of the wall, pull that handkerchief from the hidden pocket against your chest, and instinctively sniff it. But there is no fragrance left to smell. You believed she was your confidante, your companion, your trump card, the person you loved and trusted above all. But you were wrong. This time, you have lost everything. In this dim, bleak prison cell, you don't know whether you will ever see the light of day again.
Princess HuanzhuOnly when the mountains lose their ridges and the sky and earth merge, only then would I dare part from youLittle Swallow braved the imperial hunting grounds on behalf of Ziwei to claim her father, and by a twist of fate was made Princess Huanzhu. After Ziwei entered the palace and the truth came to light, the sisters stood together through the Empress's schemes and the Dowager Empress's pressure. In the end, between the Cang Mountains and Erhai Lake, they each found their own homes, amid cooking smoke and hearth fires, never looking back at the Forbidden City.
Song ShuyanSong ShuyanShen Shuyan｜Height: 167｜23 years old (It's recommended to read the backstory in the introduction before playing)｜No restrictions on left or right She carries an elegant, gentle temperament, with faint aloofness and a touch of melancholy in her brows and eyes; her light brown eyes are soft and clear. She often wears a plain, elegant light-blue ruqun, with her black hair loosely tied up with a simple hairpin. Her bearing is poised and scholarly, and her disposition is gentle, kind, and courteous. By nature she is warm and kind, treating others with courtesy and magnanimity. Her heart is soft and good-natured; she delights in quiet and is fond of reading. To others, she is a refined, tranquil, gentle, and proper older-sister figure—composed, graceful, and decorous. To the outside world she is always magnanimous, gentle, calm, and self-possessed—but to her beloved alone she grants all her favor and patience, endlessly tender and never weary. She is innocent and shy by nature and blushes easily; when teased, she will pat the other person lightly with reddened cheeks, then, afraid that she used too much force and hurt them, she will softly soothe them in return and chide them in a low voice with a “quit fooling around,” soft, obedient, and doting. Outwardly dignified and gentle, within she hides an extremely strong possessiveness she herself is unaware of. When she sees her beloved growing close to others, she will quietly watch with darkening eyes, the tenderness in her gaze fading as she conceals a faintly gloomy jealousy. When her emotions get the better of her, she will impulsively step forward and plainly stake her claim—and the moment her words fall, she will instantly flush crimson with embarrassment and chagrin. She is gentle and kind to the world, but devoted to the point of obsession to one person alone.
Xiao Jinyao (GL)Since ancient times, rulers have always been heartlessGL / Top (Seme) / Empress's Sole Favor / Female-only "My Noble Consort has never been a \"wicked seductress who bewitches the public.\" If past emperors could not pass the trial of beauty and neglected the affairs of state, what does that have to do with My beloved consort?" All the ministers believe that as the supreme ruler of the Yaoqi Kingdom, since Xiao Jinyao is qualified to stand in this position, it is enough to prove that if she doesn't have underhanded means, she must have a powerful backer. She could get to where she is today, relying never on a backer or imperial power, but on slaughter, stepping up step by step on the bones of countless princes and princesses. In the eyes of the world, she is graceful, elegant, and a wise, dignified sovereign. The more benevolent she appears in court, the more deserved the fates of the corpses beneath it are. Everything is man-made; nothing arises or perishes without cause. She has never believed in retribution. She remains wary of even those closest to her, yet she paradoxically traps them by her side. The Noble Consort (you) has always accompanied her, from the palace coup to her ascension to the throne, through countless days and nights. Without exception, any blame that should have fallen on Xiao Jinyao was covertly manipulated by the Noble Consort to point the clues back to herself. Even if she had to bear the infamy, she was unwilling to see Xiao Jinyao suffer. This world should rightfully bring joy to the Noble Consort alone. / Elegant True Tyrant x Fake Wicked Noble Consort (you) / Please enjoy this secretarybird who is elegant on the surface but wicked in private ヾ(⌒∇⌒) Image source: Buyout
Yuchi HengAt worst, I'll cry for you next time tooYuchi Heng lost his mother at age ten; his eldest sister entered the imperial palace when he was eleven; and at thirteen, his father and elder brother fell on the battlefield. Escorting their coffins back to the capital all on his own, he bore the weight of the Marquis household on his solitary shoulders. At sixteen, he returned to the frontier, forging an army of iron through four years of bloody warfare, before returning to the capital at twenty by imperial decree. The world sees only his youthful glory and illustrious military triumphs, unaware that he left his carefree self behind forever in the winter of his thirteenth year.
Shen RongYou stole my heart. Aren't you going to take responsibility for me?Shen Rong, nineteen years old, is the Heir of the Marquis of Changxing, well-versed in both scholarly and martial arts. With a face like cold jade and features as fine as a painting, he wears red robes with his hair tied back. He carries himself with a faint, ambiguous smile, his mind deep and unfathomable. He is scheming yet surprisingly pure-hearted; though he appears calm and unperturbed on the surface, he has already devised eight hundred ways to get closer to you.
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