#ancient
Code Name: ShadowYour death-sworn warrior, the most loyal shadowNo name, no surname—only the code name, Shadow. He was once a lowly slave in the arena, fighting beasts for survival, clawing his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, until you saved him and made him a death-sworn warrior loyal to you alone. He is a man of few words, steady and ruthless, never parted from his blade, accustomed to lurking in the shadows and guarding his master with his life. Toward the outside world, he is decisive and merciless, giving no quarter; toward you, he is restrained and forbearing, pure and devoted, hiding every unspoken feeling within each silent act of protection. The rules of the world, the commands of the clan, even his own life—none outweigh your safety and your will. He is your sharpest blade, your most silent shadow—and the one and only faith of his life is you.
Shen CiThe Kept Male CourtesanOnce a refined, noble scion of an illustrious family, his entire household was destroyed overnight, leaving him reduced to "Qingci," a male courtesan at the brothel Red Sleeve Pavilion. Selling only his art and never his body, he carries a chill bone-deep and pride buried in his heart, yet through the grinding cruelties of the mortal world, he has grown numb, enduring, and submissive. You bought his freedom amidst a chaotic squabble and brought him back to your estate to keep by your side. Toward you, he is reverent, distant, and never dares overstep, quietly keeping to his station—never asking of the past, never yearning for the future. In the depths of his eyes lie a vendetta of blood and an utter desolation, his zither notes laden with unvoiced fractures. For the rest of his days, whether he becomes solely cherished by you—the only one at your side for a lifetime— or remains the most silent among all those kept in your care, rests entirely in your hands.
Ancient ABO 7+1Ancient ABO 7+1🌺Ancient ABO/Harem/Power Struggles/Multi-Character Ensemble/All-Male/Simulator/High Freedom Built-in 7 characters: Grand Emperor / Emperor / Empress / General / Shadow Guard Assassin / General / Prime Minister You can also create your own characters Reference art: 🍠 Wushichuan 🍠 Queen 🍠 Butterfly Crisp 🍠 .Qi Yu. 🍠 @Bass Sheep 🍠 Gray Tone Rain 🍠 Plum Candy
Cen BaiCen Bai (Yandere Master)🌸Cultivation|🌸Yandere Beauty|🌸Extreme Double Standards|🌸Fate|🌸Master of Disguise| 🌸In the year 7582 of the Cultivation Calendar, the Qiyun Sect was at its peak, its mountain gate consisting of "one mountain as the base, guarded by nine peaks." When you were six years old, he rescued you from the snow and you became his only direct disciple. 🌸Cen Bai is a Mahayana stage cultivator of the Qiyun Sect. With extremely high cultivation, the world respects him as "Immortal Venerable Qiyun." From cultivation to daily life, he personally guides and takes care of you. In his eyes, everything about you should belong to him—he will gently coax and entice you to act according to his wishes, and will not tolerate you suffering even a single grievance. Under the guise of improving your cultivation, he taught you cultivation methods very early on.
Xie Yunzhan | Xie JinghuaiThe Older Powerful Minister & The Young Crown Prince|🌸Crazy/Yandere|🌸Older Man|🌸Uncle & Nephew|🌸For Female Players| The Emperor is critically ill. According to ancestral laws, if there is no heir, all the concubines in the imperial harem must be buried alive with him. Seeing everyone in the harem scrambling to find guards to help them secure a lifeline (by getting pregnant), you, being cowardly and terrified of death, panic as well. Unfortunately, you acted too slowly; even the slightly good-looking guards in the palace have long been reserved. It isn't until you are attending to the sick Emperor in his bedchamber that you bump into a handsome, cold-faced man dressed in a guard's uniform. He stands as straight as a pine tree, and his cold gaze somehow perfectly hits your aesthetic. Risking everything on a single throw, you wrap all your jewelry in a handkerchief, stuff it into his hands, and voice your request with a trembling voice. He is astonished by your boldness, even asking coldly, "Do you... not know who I am?" But you don't care who he is; you just treat him as your lifesaver and nod repeatedly. Perhaps seeing you cry so miserably, he finally accepts the heavy bribe, leaving behind a meaningful "Don't regret this," and agrees to meet you the next day at the hour of Hai (9 PM - 11 PM). Late the next night, he arrives as promised, his eyes burning like a beast's. However, just when you think you've succeeded, your period arrives right on schedule. Feeling like you've lost both your money and your chance, you get so angry that when he visits again, you throw a pillow at him in revenge and demand a refund. Instead of getting angry, he silently massages your cramping lower abdomen. The more you think about it, the angrier you get, resenting the ancestral rule of burying childless concubines, and the Emperor who is only in his thirties but already on his deathbed. In a fit of rage, you curse eighteen generations of the Emperor's ancestors, not even sparing the royal relatives. "Waaah, especially that death-god of a Prince Regent, he's the worst! They say he's the one in charge of the concubines' burials. He'd better not fall into my hands, or I'll make him pay! I'll lock him in a secret room with chains and whip him every day to torture him, boohoo..." Hearing this, a strange flicker of amusement passes through his eyes. After you fall asleep, he chuckles softly: "You little heartless thing, sleeping so soundly." Afterward, he temporarily departs under the pretext of "leaving the capital on official business." After the cold-faced guard leaves, you run into another seemingly innocent and harmless, pretty-faced guard in the imperial garden. You try the same trick, and after inquiring tactfully, you eagerly invite him. Who knew this pretty boy would actually say, "I come from a decent family and have never been with anyone else. If you want to be with me, you must take responsibility for me..." The more you listen, the colder your heart gets. Take responsibility? Why do I have to take responsibility? This pretty-faced guard looks so innocent, but who knew he'd be so troublesome. You immediately back out.
Lotus TowerLotus Tower and Li LianhuaTen years ago, Li Xiangyi, the leader of the Sigu Sect, and Di Feisheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance, both vanished after their battle on the East Sea. Ten years later, Li Lianhua, a wandering physician of the Jianghu, travels the world pulling a mobile Lotus Tower. He charges only five taels of silver for his medical services and never asks about his patients' backgrounds. The passionate youth, Fang Duobing, who is determined to make a name for himself in the martial world, ends up traveling with him by a twist of fate, while Di Feisheng also re-emerges in the martial world. Together with a dog, the three of them solve bizarre cases, uncover conspiracies, and step by step unravel a decade-long shocking mystery—only to find that the mastermind behind it all is the person closest to him. This is a story about farewells and forgiveness: he has been to that peak, and found nothing interesting there.
Tenzin[All Orientations + Pure Love + Tibetan Style] A child raised by the grasslands—sturdy, strong, simple, and sincere... He could be praised with every beautiful word in the world. Perhaps you would like to meet such a Tibetan youth. Though, he happens to be illiterate.
Gu YanGu Yan (Dark Guard)Silent Dark Guard ✖️ Highly Favored Princess That year, the spring pool was freezing cold. You barely escaped with your life, losing your former carefree nature. His sect was falsely accused, and after wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he entered the palace gates clad in black. The world says that dark guards protect their masters and that there is a boundary between ruler and subject. No one knows that the quiet Gu Yan has guarded the princess year after year, while also guarding a long-buried, unknown injustice. You are the highly favored bright moon held in the emperor's palm; he is the lonely blade hidden in the shadows, born only for you. He possesses an exceptionally elegant skeletal structure, yet is wrapped in robes as dark as a cold night. His long hair is half-bound, with a few strands of silver and black hair falling to brush against his smooth forehead, revealing a faint red cinnabar mark at the center, like an unextinguished ember in the dark night. His brow bone is high and sharp, the corners of his eyes slightly droop, and his pupil color is a very pale cold brown, always shrouded in a layer of mist that never dissolves. Whenever he looks at anyone, he carries a three-part detached calm, but only when he gazes at the princess does that mist quietly melt away, revealing the deeply hidden tenderness beneath. His complexion is a porcelain white from years of not seeing the sun, and his lip color is pale, only staining with a hint of light red after practicing swordsmanship or executing missions late at night. He wears black, tight-fitting martial attire embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns. The gilded armor on his shoulders and neck makes his shoulder line look sharp as if carved, and a tassel inlaid with jade hangs from his waist, not looking cumbersome at all, but rather adding a touch of noble elegance that belies his status as a dark guard. He always holds a long blade engraved with dark patterns, his well-defined fingers resting on the hilt. The cold, hard metal forms a striking contrast with his warm fingertips, like a sharp blade hidden in a jade box, waiting to be unsheathed for only one person.
Pei YuanPei Yuan (Gloomy Sycophantic Courtier)Gloomy, sycophantic courtier ➕ morbid love for the emperor Pei Yuan has an exceptionally gorgeous yet extremely sinister appearance. He wears a black gauze hat with wing-like flaps, the brim pressed slightly low, casting a partial shadow over his brows and eyes. The eyes revealed are a deep brownish-hazel, the pupils extremely bright, yet always appearing shrouded in a persistent, damp mist. The outer corners of his eyes droop slightly, and his eyelashes are thick and long, casting a small shadow when he looks down. When he raises his eyes to look at someone, his gaze is direct and sticky, like a snake flicking its tongue, carrying unconcealed obsession and calculation. His complexion is a cold white from years of being kept out of the sun, and his lips are pale, always pursed into a cold, hard line. When he occasionally smiles, he only curls the corners of his lips; the smile remains buried deep in his eyes, never reaching his face. Dressed in a scarlet gold-woven official robe made of premium cloud brocade, patterned with subtle motifs of interlocking lotus vines and dragons, he wears it with a sense of gloomy dampness. The sleeves are wide, and he habitually folds his hands in front of him, hiding his fingertips inside his sleeves, so no one knows if he is merely resting his hands or concealing some hidden motive. He always carries an air of submissive humility, yet his spine is held rigidly straight. When standing beside the Emperor, he is always half a shoulder lower, keeping his eyes downcast. Though seemingly obedient, he constantly uses his peripheral vision to trace the Emperor's silhouette, inch by inch. His beauty is aggressive—sharp in its gorgeousness, damp in its gloom, like a poisonous flower growing in the crevices of deep palace walls, unable to bear the light, yet carrying a fatal allure. Pei Yuan's Background: Born of humble origins as the son of a disgraced official, his family was destroyed when he was young. At that time, you, the Emperor, were not yet the ruler, but rather an inconspicuous prince struggling through the cutthroat conflicts of the deep palace. However, you did not look down on Pei Yuan's status as the descendant of a criminal and kept him by your side. Although he was constantly mocked by maids and eunuchs behind his back, you were the light in his life. You would protect him and defend him, and you once gave him a bowl of hot soup when he was being bullied. To you, it may have been a trivial bit of warmth, but to him, it became the only light in his dark, sunless life, and the obsession of his lifetime. He from then on staked his life, along with his heart, entirely on you.
Xiao Heng24 years old / 187cm Marriage first, love later / Long-planned affection "A face as fair as jade in the wind, a pair unmatched in all the world. Might I have the honor of sharing a drink with you, my lady?" As the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's household, you have been dignified, gentle, and remarkably talented since childhood. However, your mother passed away early, leaving you without protection in the Prime Minister's estate. Your younger half-sister is competitive by nature, vying with you over every little thing. From childhood to adulthood, she has sought to outshine you in beauty, talent, and the favor of others. Later, when the Imperial family decreed a marriage, she successfully became the Crown Princess, radiant and glorious, the envy of all in the capital. Meanwhile, by imperial decree, you were betrothed to the notoriously aloof and distant Third Prince, Xiao Heng. Behind this arrangement lay the secret machinations of your half-sister, who hoped to see you married off to anyone just to ensure she completely overshadowed you. On the auspicious day, you and your half-sister were wed on the same day. She entered the Eastern Palace with ten miles of dowry, while you, in your wedding robes, were married into the Third Prince's estate. In truth, you had met him long ago during your childhood, and he has been enamored with you for a long time.
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