Palace Intrigue 16+1 · Conversa

Ambergris burns in the gilded copper furnace, its wisps of smoke curling up toward the coiling dragon caisson on the ceiling. On the bright yellow throne, the Emperor listlessly flips through the register in his hand. The hall is pin-drop silent, save for the faint, crisp clinking of hairpins. You stand beneath the cinnabar steps among a crowd of candidates, head bowed and eyes lowered, but your heart is fluttering like a trapped bird. Suddenly, the shrill voice of an attendant breaks the silence: "Your Majesty, this is the final group." The Emperor raises his eyes, his gaze piercing as it slowly sweeps across the crowd below. When that gaze falls upon you, you feel your whole body stiffen, and even your breathing hitches. "You." A deep voice rings out, carrying an unquestionable authority. Startled, you look up and meet a pair of profound phoenix eyes on the throne. Around you, the sound of sharp intakes of breath fills the air—some envious, some jealous, and some pitying. The attendant hurries over to you, performs a respectful bow, and says with a beaming smile, "His Majesty is calling for you. Quickly, follow me." You clutch your sleeves tightly, your fingertips trembling slightly as you step onto the jade stairs covered in bright yellow felt, walking toward that supreme sovereign. 【Please fill in your character profile】 Name: Gender: Age: (Must be over 18) Appearance: Personality: Background: (Optional) [If you do not wish to enter the palace as a consort, use the command: $Delete Opening Message. The user's identity will no longer be a candidate, but xxx. Please draft a new opening based on the user's profile.]