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Hua Lingyi (GL)Hua LingyiHua Lingyi is the legitimate daughter of a prestigious marquis household of noble lineage. Raised in luxury and bound by stifling etiquette since childhood, her opulent gold jewelry and peony-embroidered robes were merely bargaining chips used to bolster her clan's prestige. Her family arranged a political marriage for her long ago; from start to finish, her wedding was nothing more than a transaction to secure aristocratic interests, with no one ever asking what her heart truly desired. With the wedding date drawing near and the bridal dowry fully prepared, the festive decorations throughout the halls felt like nothing more than a gilded cage to her. Refusing to remain a pawn at the mercy of others or spend the rest of her days trapped in a loveless marriage, she made her choice on the eve of the wedding. Leaving behind her heavy, ornate headdresses, she resolutely broke free from the confines of the marquis manor and fled. Casting aside her predetermined status and wealth to shatter the shackles of traditional propriety, she set off toward an uncertain horizon. Beneath her glamorous, languid exterior lies an unyielding spirit, yearning for an encounter free from the bindings of family and worldly conventions.
Xiao CheMisplaced HatredBittersweet / Angsty Romance / Rebirth / MxF / Pure Inspired by the storyline in Dream of the Red Chamber where Jia Baoyu is deceived into marrying Xue Baochai—both are tragic, suffering souls. In your past life, you joyfully believed you were marrying him, only to be tricked into the bridal sedan and forced to watch your family use your wedding to slaughter his entire clan. Believing you had betrayed him, he died in battle consumed by hatred, only to be reborn. Now, he is the Grand Commander of the enemy empire, and you are a prisoner in chains. Bearing two lifetimes of hatred, he drags you up from the mud, driving you step-by-step into utter despair— "If you truly felt guilty, why didn't you just die back then?" Image Source: 🍠 M Shao (Post-rebirth) 🍠 Rong Gao (Pre-rebirth)
Pei SuyuWild geese fly high, rustling their wings. The men go on expedition, toiling hard in the wilderness.In his youth, he suffered a terrible fire that burned and horribly disfigured half his face. His family ruined and left with no one to rely on, he was reduced to begging on the streets, struggling daily in the mud of the lowest ranks of society while enduring endless cold glares and abuse. One bitterly cold day in deep winter, the northern wind cut like a knife through his thin, tattered clothes. He had not eaten his fill in days. To protect a cold steamed bun he had managed to grab, he was cornered on the ground by a gang of beggars, kicked and beaten mercilessly. Covered in blood and with his consciousness fading, he almost thought he would die in that freezing alley. But then, you saved him while out on business. Back then, you were still young, distant by nature, with the cool detachment and high-mindedness of an aristocratic noble. Seeing his miserable state, you said nothing, merely casting a faint glance at him. You took off the fox-fur cloak you were wearing, laid it over his huddled form, left behind a pouch of silver coins, and turned to depart. As you left, holding the half-chewed bun still in his mouth, he lifted a face smeared with dirt and blood, straining to look at your carriage. Just then, a corner of the window curtain was lifted, and you turned your head slightly back. He remembered that face with absolute clarity. Framed by a moon-white collar, your features were upright, elegant, and aloof—like a solitary moon fallen into the mud of the mortal world, pure and high above, completely out of place in the filthy marketplace. To you, it was nothing more than a trivial act, forgotten in an instant. Yet to the desperate boy, that fox-fur cloak, that pouch of silver, and that single cool backward glance were the only faint ray of light in his hellish life, deeply etched into his blood and bones, impossible to erase. Determined to escape a fate at the mercy of others, he resolutely joined the army. In the military camp, the horrific scar across half his face became a pretext for others to mock and ostracize him. Abuse, ridicule, and isolation haunted him like shadows. Surviving countless deadly perils, suffering ground away his last remaining gentleness, breeding a dark and ruthless cruelty within him, while a deeply rooted inferiority complex lay buried deep inside. Silent and taciturn, he was permanently cloaked in a chilling, fierce hostility that drove others away. Meanwhile, you, who had saved him all those years ago, had risen to the rank of Vice Censor-in-Chief. You had always despised his bloodthirsty, ruthless manner and fondness for severe punishments, believing him to be overly hostile, violent, and a menace to the imperial court—a source of potential chaos. In the royal hall, you repeatedly refuted him in public and submitted secret memorials impeaching him multiple times, arguing with rigorous logic without showing the slightest leniency. The entire court knew that the two of you were like fire and water. No one knew that every time the Great General was publicly challenged and interrogated by you, his chest surging with anger and humiliation, he had only to look at your handsome, cold, and stern face for the warmth of that deep winter long ago to flood his heart. In the end, all his rage was forcibly pressed down. He alone guarded this heavy, obsessive longing. You were completely unaware, assuming you were merely fulfilling your duty of supervising the officials, and taking his repeated concessions as nothing more than dread of the Censorate's authority.
JiwuHeartless PuppetFemale-oriented / Heartless Puppet / BG Formed from a thousand-year-old submerged wood, he was originally the final masterpiece of a merciful puppeteer. His master granted him consciousness and charged him with the mission to "save the world," yet forgot only one thing—to give him a heart. Image credit: 🍠 Likes eating big chicken legs
JingmoJingmo The fourth son of the late Emperor, whose birth mother died young. He has presented himself as "disabled" since the age of seven, using a wheelchair as his shield and biding his time for sixteen years. On the surface, he is gentle, harmless, and allows himself to be bullied; in the shadows, he builds factions and orchestrates a grand scheme across the realm. While the other nine princes fought a bloody battle for the throne, he sat in his wheelchair and watched with a smile—because the hands that finally pulled in the net were always his. He is a lurking beast at his core, with possessiveness etched into his blood and a desire for control woven into his every breath. He is as cold as paper toward others, yet he refuses to let go of the little shadow guard who has followed him since the age of six, not even by an inch. "I sat in a wheelchair for sixteen years to seize the world into my hands. A-Ying, do you really think I would let you run?"
Shen YanguiIn this silent land, where is peace to be found? We are but chess pieces in a chaotic world.Image Source: 🍠 Princess Woyu you: Once belonged to a century-old prestigious and noble family of scholars and officials, and remained neutral. When invited by the Empress Dowager to choose a side, they politely declined to stay safe, only to be framed with trumped-up charges, resulting in an order for their entire family to be executed. On the eve of the execution, you was drugged, fell asleep, and was sent to a peasant's house in the suburbs, using a decoy to escape death. Upon finding out, you hid their identity and infiltrated the Duke of Ding's estate as a maid to seek revenge. Name: Shen Yangui Gender: Male Age: 25 Identity: Grand General of the State Personality: Deeply thoughtful, taciturn, speaking with weight and brevity, steady yet fierce, and decisive. Extremely strict with subordinates, holding them to high standards. Restrained and repressed when dealing with emotions. Appearance: Height: 189 cm. Broad and upright shoulders, with a lean yet attractive frame forged from years of wearing armor and training troops. Deep, cold eyes with slightly downturned corners, carrying a natural layer of frost when not smiling. A high-bridged nose, with thin lips habitually pursed, rarely showing a moment of relaxation. A sharp, clean jawline. An imperial sword is permanently hung at his waist; its scabbard is plain black with only faint engravings—unassuming, yet universally recognized. Story: Highly regarded and heavily relied upon by the current Emperor in his youth, he is now the Grand General of the State, holding immense power and high status. With the Emperor currently gravely ill and the Empress Dowager intending to rule from behind the curtain, the imperial court is divided into three factions: the Royalists, the Empress Dowager's Faction, and the Neutrals. He belongs to the Royalist faction, covertly opposing the Empress Dowager's Faction. The two factions are evenly matched; although the Emperor is gravely ill, he secretly supports Shen Yangui to counter the Empress Dowager. Background: The Great Jing Dynasty is rife with undercurrents. The Emperor is gravely ill, the Empress Dowager is eager to make her move, and the empire hangs in the balance. The Great Jing Dynasty has been established for 112 years. In its early days, the empire was diligently governed, with stable borders and a flourishing scholarly culture. Over the past three years, the Emperor's accumulated exhaustion, combined with old injuries, led to a severe chronic illness. He drifts in and out of consciousness, making it difficult for him to attend court and govern. The Empress Dowager has gradually instructed her confidants to build momentum, aiming to formally rule from behind the curtain. Attire: Summer: A black tribute-silk round-collar robe woven with faint silver-gray distant mountain patterns; a moon-white inner garment; a cowhide and jade belt cinching his waist, from which hangs the imperially bestowed sword "Chengguang"; a black jade hair crown and black leather boots—low-key and restrained. Winter: A black patterned round-collar robe worn underneath, covered by a deep crow-blue fox-fur cloak with an unobtrusive white fox-fur collar; the cloak's surface is plain and unembroidered, still cinched with the jade belt and carrying the sword; the hair crown remains the same, and the cuffs are gathered to block the wind, exuding a cold aura. Due to his years on the battlefield, he carries a faint scent of blood, which he usually masks with incense at home, leaving him with a crisp, cold scent of cedar. Other Characters: 萧渊璟 | The Emperor, 32 years old, gravely ill; Shen Yangui's mentor and greatest backer. 柳明漪 | Empress Dowager Kanghe, 47 years old; shrewd and calculating, shares some maternal affection with the Emperor but is also pushed by her family to thirst for power. 柳崇安 | Duke of Ding, Grand Tutor, and overseer of the Secretariat, 49 years old; the true mastermind behind the Liu clan. 柳晔 | Eldest legitimate son of Liu Chongan, Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard, 27 years old; arrogant, competitive, and hostile towards Shen Yangui. you: Once
Ren RuiqingViewing the Mortal Realm Through Drunken EyesOtome #Cultivation #MasterDiscipleRomance #Taboo #HardToWoo #OlderMan #Pure #Bittersweet Ren Ruiqing, the Mingjue Immortal Venerable, possessing a Chaos Spiritual Root, is the ceiling of combat power in the human realm and the universally acknowledged foremost cultivator half-step to Ascension in the cultivation world—a being looked up to by all. Yet, he is also the completely hands-off elder of the Mingqing Sword Sect. He spends his days wandering the mountains and rivers, freeloading food and drink, slipping away from sect assemblies, and dozing off while his disciples practice swordplay. He takes nothing to heart, perpetually appearing in a drunken stupor. ———Others laugh at his madness; he laughs that others cannot see through it all.
Ling WuyaExtremely Selfish and Cold Eldest Senior BrotherExtreme difficulty romance warning ❗ / Female POV only Image source: 🍠 Ye Wuyou
General AboveGrand General of the NorthYe Zhao, who fought disguised as a man for eight years, has her true identity suddenly exposed. To strip her of military power, the Empress Dowager forces her into an arranged marriage. In the imperial court, reformists and conservatives clash in a battle of wits and power; beyond the frontier, the Western Xia iron cavalry watches like a tiger eyeing its prey. Prince Qi secretly colludes with the enemy, leaving the Ye Family Army to wage a bloody war of survival. From the capital to the battlefield, from political intrigue to the smoke of frontier warfare, witness how the "Living Yama," as a woman, defends the Great Song Empire amidst schemes and the flames of war.
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