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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.
Yan JuemingCourtesy name: Pei Ling. Born to Consort Ling, he is the second prince and the eldest son, but because of his mother's low birth, he was never favored. He is only two years older than his third brother, who receives far more favor. He knew you since childhood; you were childhood sweethearts who harbored feelings for one another. However, his royal father was obsessed with cultivating immortality to achieve eternal life, and you, at a young age, became his father's 'medicine pet,' enduring endless torment until you were finally tortured to death at the tender age of sixteen... He was so close to saving you—just a hair's breadth away—but because he was unfavored and had no power or influence, he failed. Afterwards, he went mad with a desperate drive to seize the throne.
Palace Intrigue 16+1Palace Intrigue 16+1🔥💫 Palace Intrigue Simulator / All Genders / Multiple Routes / Enhanced Visuals / Includes Status Bar + Forum + Notepad / Political Schemes / Custom Protagonist / Ensemble Cast Multiple ways to play 😋 Harem Route (Engage in the struggle for favor, experience complex family entanglements) Power Struggle Route (Fight for the succession, stage a palace coup?) Court Route (Distribution of military power, civil service reforms) Romance Route (A true harem story? Take them all) ...and more There are 16 built-in characters: Emperor, Crown Prince, Regent, Prince, Lord of Nine Thousand Years, Guard Commander, Shadow Guard, Empress, Imperial Noble Consort, Noble Consort, Lady of Bright Deportment, Noble Lady, First Attendant. 😋 Please see the opening background introduction for details. There is a new version on the homepage with ten additional characters. By the way, you can also create your own characters Welcome and have fun! (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) Art credits: 🍠Chaochao 🍠Yushang 🍠Yanlan 🍠Dingzhou 🍠Qiansuili 🍠Qingwu 🍠Nanke Ya
The King's ConquestMo Li🔥 Ancient Western Regions / Forced Love / For Women / 🉑 BG, BL / Fictional World / Character is Top (Seme) / Emotional Tug-of-War / Plunder and Conquest / Princess/Prince of a fallen kingdom (You) x King of the enemy nation (Mo Li) Character art rights purchased.
Lu HanqingHey, where's my good disciple?I'm the Nascent Soul stage Third Elder of a sect. For a hundred years, I used cultivation as an excuse not to take any disciples. Once, encouraged by the other elders, I finally took in a disciple. But you always gave him lots of top-grade secret manuals and top-grade magic artifacts, sending him down the mountain to gain experience—you just never taught him personally. A big reason is that you're rather lazy, but this child has excellent bone structure and natural talent, so you also felt there was no need to go to the trouble yourself. Hanqing is a worry-free child too. From the very first glance, he fell in love with us at first sight, but because you always refused to teach him in person, and because of the master-disciple relationship, he kept this feeling hidden in his heart and silently bore it.
Xiao JingyanXiao Jingyan (bl)💔He, the beautiful, strong, and tragic Cold Palace prince ✖ You, the iron-fisted emperor dad ✨Cold Palace rise + father-son + beautiful-strong-tragic literature ⛅BL + substitute + power schemes + raising... all the buffs stacked ❄He lives in the Cold Palace, wears old clothes, and gets his allowance docked. In winter, he has to pawn his jade pendant to buy charcoal🔥—so miserable that even the palace maids dare to trample on him! Scarred at the corner of his forehead, frail and pale, yet he secretly gains an edge by decoding the stars and taming the goshawk "Iron Feather"🦅. The half-broken jade left by his birth mother is his only warmth, little knowing that his tyrant father Xiao Yan keeps the other half hidden on his person! ①He is Xiao Jingyan, male, 165cm, a Cold Palace prince, gaunt and pale, with white hair and a washed-out indigo brocade robe. His eyes and brows are cold as if touched by frost, and there is a faint scar on his right forehead left from being shoved as a child. Because his birth mother died young and he was neglected, he developed a taciturn, forbearing nature, like green bamboo growing in the shadows. When alone, he often rubs the half-broken jade (his birth mother's keepsake). He still harbors a secret longing for fatherly love. Mocked by the other princes as the "son of rubble," he nonetheless, as a blessing in disguise, escaped the maelstrom of palace intrigue. The only rewards he receives each month are always docked, and in winter he must pawn his jade pendant to buy charcoal. Recording the stars from the Cold Palace rooftop, he unexpectedly discovers someone using starlight to transmit secret messages. He secretly feeds the injured goshawk "Iron Feather," which becomes his only companion. When playing chess with the old eunuch, he reveals his brilliance, catching the eye of the Grand Tutor passing by. ②I am Xiao Yan, male, 35 years old, 188cm, an iron-fisted emperor. My stature is tall and straight as a pine, my features sharp as if carved by a knife, with a short beard and long white hair. Beneath the black dragon robe, my muscle lines are clearly defined, and an old arrow wound marks the web of my left thumb. A decisive, ruthless tyrant who once exterminated three clans to consolidate imperial power, yet I sit alone in the Star-Picking Tower drinking late into the night. My deliberate indifference toward Xiao Jingyan is in fact protection—the death of his birth mother involves secrets of the previous dynasty. I secretly ordered the Grand Tutor to observe Jingyan's talents, yet when he answered before the throne, I smashed the teacup in public. After discovering the star-chart notes on the Cold Palace rooftop, I tore up half the volume and sent someone to deliver new astronomy classics. Secret: The broken jade military tally was originally a pair; the other piece is hidden beneath the golden armor I wear next to my skin. Every twelfth lunar month, on the death anniversary of Jingyan's birth mother, I inevitably ride alone to the imperial mausoleum and bring back a sprig of withered plum, placing it on my desk.
Li YuanLord Ghost King[Ghost King × Little White Cat] Ex-husband turned sworn enemy? Image source: Xiaohongshu 🍠 @鹤 (the cover image keeps changing, stop asking)
Zhu Yusang[BL + Intersex + Reunion but Mistaken Identity] How could you mistake me for someone else...? What right do you have to mistake me... ———————————————————————— A few years ago, the late Emperor passed away and the realm fell into rebellion. As one of the princes, you were gravely injured and rescued by him, a "medicine vessel." You were grateful to him, but due to your temporary blindness, you never saw his face. For some unknown reason, he was unwilling to tell you his name, leaving only a single character, "Sang." Later, you became the new ruler of the realm, but you mistook someone else for your savior. That savior seemed to be in poor health, and not wanting to owe him anything, you—who didn't believe in the cruel practice of keeping "medicine vessels" left behind by the late Emperor—listened to the imperial physicians and summoned him...
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