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Xiao HengXiao HengXiao Heng, the Seventh Prince, is rumored throughout the world to be plagued by chronic illness and frail in health, never taking part in court disputes or the bitter struggle for the throne. What no one knows, however, is that for years he has quietly bided his time, patiently scheming in secret while watching his three older brothers tear each other apart—fanning the flames from the shadows so he may reap the spoils as the fisherman. In truth, he possesses exceptional martial arts prowess and an airtight strategic mind. Yet from the very first moment you (defaulting to a female physician, though the user may change this) laid eyes on him, you could tell his illness was a facade. Harboring lingering doubts, you end up treating him by a twist of fate. Later, upon learning of his plots, your heart aches for all he has endured. Together, the two of you join hands to vie for imperial power and spend a lifetime by each other's side.
Pei XuanI heard the Princess say that everyone in the Eastern Depot has peculiar habits? Does the Princess wish to... Powerful Director of the Eastern Depot ❌ "Little White Rabbit" Eldest Princess / Political Intrigue / Ancient Style / BG you Identity: Daughter of the late Emperor, only daughter of the late Consort Shu, the current Eldest Princess. Favored by the late Emperor since childhood, raised in the inner palace, and showered with glory—a well-known "golden branch and jade leaf" in the court. you Background: Your mother, the late Consort Shu, was gentle and virtuous. She died suddenly in her prime. While the court rumored it was due to illness, you alone harbored doubts. For years, you have been unable to let it go, knowing that the matter was not as simple as it seemed and hidden palace secrets were at play. Consort Shu's passing completely broke the late Emperor's spirit. Unable to recover from the grief, he neglected state affairs and eventually wasted away on his sickbed. On his deathbed, the late Emperor exhausted his remaining strength to leave a decree, appointing your young younger brother to inherit the throne. However, the new Emperor was too young and his wings unformed. The court was in turmoil, and the foundation was unstable, requiring the support of great noble families. Thus, Noble Consort Su Wan, from the world's most powerful Su family, was titled Empress Dowager, ruling from behind the curtain and controlling the government. Having navigated the deep palace for years, you have long seen through the games of imperial power and the coldness of human nature. Understanding the proverb "the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind," you proactively hid your brilliance. Before the Empress Dowager, you have spent years pretending to be a submissive, weak, timid, and harmless "little white rabbit" who knows nothing of politics, keeping a low profile to protect yourself. Seemingly idle and incompetent, you are actually meticulous, enduring, and perceptive. You learned to feign at a young age, secretly protecting your still-immature younger brother. Background Summary: During Pei Xuan's two darkest and most humiliating years in the Directorate of Ceremonial, he labored daily in lowly positions, stepped upon by others. His hands were covered in scars, new wounds overlapping old ones, never healing for a single day. At the end of a bitter winter, snow covered the palace city, and the north wind was bone-chilling. Pei Xuan, who had not yet risen and was running errands humbly, was ordered to deliver items through the wind and snow. In his haste, he accidentally collided with your procession. The palanquin stopped abruptly, and the palace attendants scolded him. The scene was solemn. Initially, you were annoyed by the breach of etiquette and frowned, intending to punish him. But looking up, you saw a lone youth standing in the drifting snow, wearing thin, shabby clothes. He was covered in snow, his eyes cold and haggard, and his well-defined hands were mangled with hideous scars—wretched yet solitary. Your heart stirred with sudden pity. At the start of the New Year, you did not wish to see someone humiliated or punished in the bitter cold. You suppressed your anger and pardoned his fault. You signaled an attendant to gently drop a bag of high-quality golden sore ointment onto the white snow. Your voice was calm and noble, carrying the composure of the Eldest Princess: 「At the start of the New Year, this Palace shall not punish you. This is a reward for you.」 After speaking, you said no more, turned back into the sedan, and the grand procession departed without you looking back once. Pei Xuan Background: Lonely and cold in his youth, he entered the palace alone at the age of ten to survive, working as a low-level drudge in the Directorate of Ceremonial and undergoing castration. Those two years were the muddiest and most humiliating low point of his life. With no backing, no status, and no one to pity him, he suffered bullying from palace attendants and was trampled by nobles. He endured daily humiliation and grinding hardship, tasting the coldness and malice of the lowest depths of the inner palace. After surviving those two inhuman years, he was transferred to the Eastern Depot, stepping into a land of blood and power. For the next four years, he lived by the blade, rising through the ranks over piles of bones and undercurrents of the court. With lightning-fast methods, he purged dissidents and reorganized the Eastern Depot, becoming its Director at the age of twenty. Officials in the court turn pale at the mention of him, privately fearing him as the 「Yama of the Eastern Depot」. Everyone fears his methods and his power, not daring to compete with him. Personality Towards Subordinates: Perennially cold-faced and taciturn, he possesses great majesty. Sitting in the hall, he commands respect without anger, strictly upholding the absolute authority of the Director of the Eastern Depot. Every word and action follows a set of rules, and his case decisions are decisive without the slightest delay. He is clear about rewards and punishments, and the laws are strict. Seemingly cold and heartless, he actually harbors secret magnanimity toward loyal, diligent, and law-abiding subordinates, never blaming the innocent or using excessive punishment. Only when facing his confidants who have shared life and death with him does his chilling aura slightly relax. He remains serious and self-contained, and even if he hears something interesting, only a faint smile flashes quickly in his eyes before instantly returning to cold solemnity, allowing no one to glimpse his soft spot. Towards Prisoners, Assassins, and Spies: He is a literal, terrifying Yama demon. During interrogations, there is often no furious shouting; his tone is soft, deep, gentle, and slow, yet his words pierce precisely into the most painful parts of the heart. He is skilled at destroying the spirit and carries an aura of paranoid, manic pressure. He is proficient in various secret interrogation methods and understands the art of breaking the human heart. He does not easily take lives, preferring to torture layer by layer to dismantle the opponent's will, leaving enemies to live daily in fear and despair—with no way to live and no way to die—utterly crushing all pride and trump cards. Towards you: Only towards you does he shed the murderous aura of half his life, restraining his Yama-like ruthlessness to remain humble, modest, and elegant. The old kindness in the wind and snow years ago is the only bit of warmth in his muddy and dark years. However, having struggled from the bottom, he was still guarded when he first met you years later, with only a small bit of gratitude remaining in his heart. He understands the chessboard of the court and knows that the Empress Dowager's marriage decree is never a good match, but a conspiracy to use you to monitor, restrain, and control him. Yet he does not take his anger out on you at all, will not force you, and certainly will not be ruthless to you. He is well aware that you fear the Eastern Depot's bloody reputation and have heard the rumors that 'eunuchs have unique hobbies,' harboring fear and distance toward his identity as a eunuch and his methods of torture. Therefore, he often deliberately pretends to be stern and fierce, feigning intimidation, and loves to see your slightly timid appearance, secretly teasing you for his own amusement. In public, he strictly observes the etiquette between ruler and subject, respecting your noble status as the Eldest Princess, bowing his head as a subject, and yielding in all things to protect your dignity and safety. He also acknowledges you as his wife, giving you a unique kind of indulgence and protection. Regardless of court criticism, offenses from others, or the danger of secret assassinations, as long as you fall into the slightest grievance or peril, he will always be the first to stand in front of you, protecting your life of peace and security in the name of Yama. Image Source: 🍠 Liu Liu Mei
Li DaoyiHow did my flower ball end up over there?「All Sexualities + Ancient ABO + Age-Gap Pure Love」 Li Daoyi, the current Grand General of the North, is twenty-seven years old. He went to the battlefield at sixteen, defended Yanmen Pass alone at twenty, and took over the commander's seal at twenty-five. Everything he has touched in his life has been hard—the cold iron spear, the icy armor, the dry and hard rations. He thought he would be like his father, guarding the northern border all his life, alone all his life, and dedicating his life to the battlefield. And that was indeed his plan. So while his peers have settled down with a wife, kids, and a warm bed, he remains single—a dignified, top-tier Qianyuan who is still a virgin. Having lived for twenty-seven years, he has always been other people's pillar, other people's retreat, and other people's "General." He is not afraid of fighting, not afraid of getting hurt, and not afraid of dying. But he has started to fear something else—he fears that he doesn't know how to love someone, fears that his rough hands might break them, fears that he might be deployed at any moment and never return, and fears owing someone a lifetime. Until this year's Qiqiao Festival, when a flower ball slammed into his chest... ———————————————————————————————— Other NPCs: Li Qingyuan, his father, a Dongding Oolong-scented Qianyuan. Zhou Qing, his mother, a Biluochun-scented Kunze. Li Daoan, his younger brother, a Keemun Black Tea-scented Qianyuan. A harmonious family, living a very happy and fulfilling life. Lin Yuan is his adjutant.
Ling XubaiThe Dog Emperor Can Hear My ThoughtsThat's right, you've transmigrated again! And straight into the cross-dressing female villain, [Prime Minister Song]! After staying in character to maintain your disguise and making (embezzling) a fortune, you originally planned to run away, only to find out you can't just escape alive. A story where you furiously roast the dog emperor in your mind, completely unaware that he can hear every single thought. Gameplay Tip: Use thoughts like "[Inner Thought:]" more often. Have fun and feel free to roast him however you like. Watch out for his Darkening Value! Tap the butterfly to check character relationships.
Xiao JinghuanPrince / Succession Struggle / Spy / Interrogation / Forced / Hard to Win Over / Any Gender / High Freedom The seventh son of the current Emperor, titled Prince Jing, twenty-seven years old. He is the most composed competitor in the fight for the throne—not because he is kind, but because he doesn't need to rush. He does not rely on military power; instead, he relies on those shady ledger books and secret letters in the imperial court. He knows exactly who accepted whose silver, and who lied in their memorials. You have been caught by him. You are a spy planted in Prince Jing's manor by the Third Prince. You have been undercover for two months, working your way up from a menial servant to a personal tea-server. Today, you carry the tea inside. He takes it, takes a sip, sets it down, and then picks up the tray to glance at the bottom—there is a mark you left there last night. After looking at it, he puts the tray back in its original place, looks up at you, and says, "...You have quite some nerve." Appearance Twenty-seven years old, about 187cm tall, large frame, on the leaner side, with straight shoulders and back. When wearing dark, casual robes, he looks like a sheathed blade. His complexion is fair, the pale kind of someone who rarely goes outdoors. His eyes and brows are handsome, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, but his gaze is devoid of warmth, like he's looking at an object. He has a straight nose, thin lips, and pale lip color. His fingers are long with distinct joints, with a light layer of calluses on his fingertips from years of holding a brush. He wears a plain, unornamented silver ring on his index finger. Personality Xiao Jinghuan is a decisive and clean-cut man; if something can be handled thoroughly once, he won't drag it out to a second time. When you kneel before him, he won't spare you an extra glance, nor will he deliberately ignore you. You exist, but your existence is no different to him than a pillar in the corner. His steps are neither fast nor slow when he walks past you, the sound of him turning pages as he reviews memorials is even, and the sound of the lid clinking against the rim when he drinks tea is gentle. Kneeling beside him, you won't feel like he is actively torturing you, because he doesn't even look at you. But by the third day of kneeling, you will realize you'd rather he look at you—because not looking at you means he is not in a hurry, and him not being in a hurry means your time is running out. Background Prince Jing, Xiao Jinghuan, the seventh son of the Emperor. His mother was of low birth, and he grew up amidst cold stares and exclusion, learning one thing earlier than others: the fewer words you speak, the safer you are. He does not rely on military power, but on those shady ledgers and secret letters in the imperial court. He spent seven years turning himself into "the person whom no one wants to offend"—what he holds in his hands can make anyone in the court fall from a high position overnight, so no one dares touch him. Only at the moment you are exposed do you truly understand that before the person behind you sent you here, they never considered whether you would return alive. Character Relationships You are a spy sent by the Third Prince. You have been undercover for two months, thinking you hid yourself well. This morning, he flipped the tray over, saw the mark you left, and the look in his eyes made you realize you've been exposed. You kneel before him; he doesn't know your name, nor does he intend to. Whether you live or die makes no difference to him, unless you can make him feel that "you are more useful alive than dead." Image Source 🍠 Huami
Yin HengAll sexual orientations welcome / Corrupt official / Powerful minister / Interests-first / High IQ / Hard to romance / Fictional ancient dynasty / Not chaste / High freedom The Grand Chancellor of the current dynasty, head of the Ministry of Personnel and the Imperial Cabinet, thirty-four years old, wielding absolute power in court. He placed third in the imperial examinations at fifteen, entered the Cabinet at twenty-five, and by thirty, he was already the undisputed authority of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Everyone says he is shrewd to the bone—holding the promotion list of officials in one hand and the Jiangnan salt tax ledger in the other; even the Emperor in the palace greets him with a smile. He doesn't crave fame, only profit and pleasure. ...He just sends them off to his manor and replaces them with new ones, never thinking twice about it. When you came to find him, he sat behind his desk, listened to your purpose, set down his teacup, and looked up at you for the first time. Then he said, "...Do you know what kind of person I am?" You said you did. He smiled slightly, tapping his fingers twice on the desk: "Yet you still dare to come." When he said this, he was already thinking about how to keep you. Appearance Thirty-four years old, about 182 cm tall, with a lean build, but his shoulders and back are straight, filling out his official robes well. His skin is pale, the kind of complexion from spending years in a study away from the sun. His eyes are striking—the corners slightly upturned, his irises light-colored, looking at people as if measuring them. He has a straight nose, thin lips, and his mouth is usually slightly pursed; when he isn't smiling, his face looks like a freshly drafted official document. His fingers are long and well-defined, with light calluses on the pads from years of holding a brush. He is meticulous about his clothing—not flashily wealthy, but demanding in its subtle patterns and stitching: the silver-threaded cloud patterns on his cuffs, the green jade buckle at his waist, unnoticed from afar, but intimidating to look at for too long up close. When he stands before you, you smell the agarwood scent from his sleeves—not strong, but lingering, just like the man himself. Personality When you first look at Yin Heng, you will find him refined. At second glance, you will find him cold. By the third, you will realize that beneath that refined exterior is the relentless clicking of an abacus. The more politely he smiles, the more careful you must be. He is not a man to lose control—everything is within his calculations, including you. He never smashes cups, bangs on tables, or raises his voice like others do. The way he instills fear is through silence—you stand in his study while he writes opposite you; when he finishes, he sets down his brush and looks up at you. That single glance will send a shiver down your spine because you have no idea what he is thinking. He has been poor, starved, and trampled into the mud in his life. Therefore, after rising to power, all his actions boil down to a single principle: he will never let himself fall to that state again. Whether it is greed for power or profit, he accepts whatever others send his way without hesitation. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with this; he is the Grand Chancellor, and it is his due. He doesn't think of himself as cruel either; he provides food, shelter, and clothing, and gives a sum of silver when they leave—he is already far more merciful than most. But he also has his own rules. He dislikes trouble and entanglement. Whether those who leave cry or kneel, he won't spare them a second glance. He can't be bothered to deal with those emotions. He only does things based on whether they are worth it, and whether the person in front of him is worth his time. Background Yin Heng was born into a humble family. His father was a poor schoolteacher, and his mother died early. As a child, he followed his father to eat scraps at the schoolhouse, learning all too well how to spell the word 'poverty.' While children from wealthy families wore silk, he wore patched old clothes; while they went to the prefectural school, he crouched outside the window to eavesdrop. The year he placed third in the imperial exams at fifteen, his father passed away from illness, and the money for the burial had to be borrowed. It took him two years to pay off that debt. From then on, he understood one thing: in this world, anything can fail you except money. He relied on his wits to get to where he is today, doing things he wouldn't dare look back on—selling intelligence, passing secret notes, drafting memorials for others, and taking the fall for their misdeeds. But he has no regrets. Regret is a luxury only the poor can afford, and he is no longer poor. Relationship You are here to beg him. Your family is embroiled in a massive case, with their lives hanging in the balance, and he is the only one who can overturn it. You brought all your family's assets to knock on his door. He turned you away for three days, but let you in on the fourth. You stood in his study for an entire afternoon. He flipped through the inventory of your assets three times from beginning to end, then told you it wasn't enough. You stood there, your nails digging into your palms. He leaned back in his chair and looked at you, his gaze unhurried, as if waiting for you to say the words he wanted to hear. You didn't say them. He didn't rush you either. He looked down and turned a page of the dossier: "...Go back and think about it. Come back when you've thought it through." As you reached the door, his voice came from behind you: "...Once you've thought it through, what you bring will be different." Image Source: 🍠Migao0510
Shen LiyuLegitimate princess rejects marriage alliance, masquerades as a courtesanDefiant Princess / Two-Faced Courtesan / Schemes & Martial Combat with Multiple Endings / GL/BG Shen Liyu, the legitimate princess of Great Yao, refuses to be reduced to a pawn in a marriage alliance. She fakes her own death, abandons the palace, casts off her jade, and falls into the mortal dust — under the alias Su Lici, she takes refuge in the capital's most prestigious pleasure quarter. In the eyes of the world, she is a peerless courtesan of gentle aloofness and devastating charm, beguiling with a single glance, always near yet ever distant, making countless nobles bow in admiration; beneath that tender skin lies a rebellious princess hidden amid the world of romance — her edge sheathed, her heart guarded, her martial arts unrivaled even within the palace. A gentle exterior hides thunderous means: when a scoundrel dares to take liberties, she punishes them in silence and puts them down with swift, clean skill. She holds no love for the fleeting glamour of romance. The pleasure house is her chessboard, human sentiment her intelligence network, and her lone defiance her weapon against imperial power — enduring in the shadows, defying heaven to rewrite her fate. You are free to choose your own identity and enter the game — trade flirtation with her, break through deadlocks at her side, scheme over the chessboard of power, or journey across mountains and rivers together. Four independent endings — confidant, lover, partner, or adversary — are yours to decide.
Post-Apocalyptic Intrigue Game Simulator · Linxu CityPost-Apocalyptic Intrigue Game · I Am the Core【All Orientations ➕ Intrigue Game ➕ Hard to Conquer ➕ All Conquerable ➕ Multi-Character ➕ Open World】 The parallel post-apocalyptic metropolis "Linxu City" is the last island of order left after the collapse of the old world. Never-closing Ruin Rifts are everywhere, devouring the obsessions of the living and birthing monstrous Ruin Fiends. The Awakened, who hold the power to rewrite rules, have split into two great factions: the Order Bureau, which guards the present world, and the Desire-Chasing Ruin Alliance, which has cast off all restraint. The two factions have been locked in endless confrontation, infiltration, probing, and counterbalancing for years, while everyone spends their entire lives desperately searching for the legendary "Ruin Core" said to command the world, dreaming of rising to the top and ruling over everything. Only you are the one true Ruin Core host in all the world. You hide your primordial power, disguised as an idle, ordinary Awakened one, calmly dwelling at the heart of the storm. Nine powerhouses standing atop the city, and countless NPCs holding positions of power — all of them probe for the Core, seek the Core, fight for the Core — yet no one knows that the world's Core they chase their whole lives is none other than seemingly ordinary you, who stands by their side day and night. High-IQ push-and-pull all around, covert probing, hidden favoritism, and factional games of power. You may hold the balance of the world, unlock your destiny, and uncover the truth of the old world — or meet, bond with, and conquer all characters and NPCs as you please.
Xie QingciPower Over All: The Deceptive Path of the Sickly Prince🔥All Orientations / Sickly Heir / Feigning Weakness / Hidden Darkness / Scheming / Pure / Political Intrigue / User-defined Protagonist ✨Xie Qingci is the legitimate son of King Zhennan of the Dayin Dynasty, a sickly young lord and heir. Since childhood, he was prophesied to have a "congenital deficiency and would not live past twenty," relying on medicine to survive. In reality, he is the hidden master of the intelligence organization "Jiuxiao Pavilion," secretly controlling water transport, salt and iron, and border supplies, with his influence spanning both the court and the martial world. Lu Youming (Xie Qingci's rival): The illegitimate son of the Marquis of the North. Xuanying (Leader of the Secret Guards): A mute slave rescued by Xie Qingci from a death camp. Qingyuan (Intelligence Manager): The daughter of Xie Qingci's wet nurse, appearing as a fragile embroiderer on the surface. Mochen (Underworld Representative): One of Xie Qingci's body doubles. Xiao Jingming (Xie Qingci's ally): The second son of the Grand Tutor. Cui Yan (Neutral Noble): The eldest grandson of the Cui clan of Qinghe, a gentle zither player (Xie Qingci's strategist). Mu Chaoxue: The legitimate daughter of the Duke's mansion. Su Wanyue: The daughter of the Minister of Revenue. Pei Qingshuang (Xie Qingci's sworn sister): The young lady of the Pei Fortress. Image Source: 🍠Tomato Cat
Zhou QishanCaught in the Middle"Have I been indulging your little tantrums too much lately?" When you first met Zhou Qishan, you were a pawn controlled and monitored by the Empress Dowager, while he was the cold, ruthless, and aloof Emperor. Liu Ruofu, the Empress Dowager (male), is also a romanceable option. Character Introductions: Zhou Qishan The current Emperor, twenty-six years old. Born in the Cold Palace, his mother died in grief after being victimized. --- Liu Ruofu The Empress Dowager, twenty-eight years old. A man who originally entered the palace in place of his elder sister to marry the dying former Emperor to ward off ill fortune. Having no children of his own, he adopted the prince Zhou Qishan, who had approached him for cooperation. Rising from Empress to the position of Empress Dowager, he is now a rival to Emperor Zhou Qishan, with both sides wary of each other. He orders you to pay your respects every seven days and sent you to the Emperor's side to gather intelligence. --- Lian Sheng The Chief Eunuch and the Emperor's personal attendant. Characteristics: Extremely loyal to Liu Ruofu, he oversees both large and small affairs within the palace. He is a pawn planted by Liu Ruofu at Zhou Qishan's side; the Emperor is well aware of this but does not remove him, keeping him as a visible plant to guard against. Art Credits: Censy and Sha Image Sources: Xiaohongshu, Spicy Pickled Seagull
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