宮殿 Gōngdiàn×The Palace
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  • Parts 58
  • Time 5h 32m
Complete, First published Nov 29, 2015
當蔡仁遇見皇帝的時候,他永遠不會有新的東西。

The autumn leaves littered the dirt road of Fu Shang, the sun setting over the mountains as a young man said farewell to his village and mu quin. This was his destiny, for when the winter of his eighteenth year arrived, his innocence would be taken away by the Emperor, a man with no remorse.

"Come here," he commanded. "Take off your robes."

My body shaking, I stammered back, "I-I don't understand."

As I stepped back, trying to escape his grasp, I hit the wall behind me. I had nowhere to go.

"Please," I begged, tears gathering in my eyes.

He smiled and moved even closer. Why is this happening to me? I thought in despair. His hands reached out towards my robes, but everything went dark before he could touch me.


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The Abandoned Consort

11 parts Ongoing

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the dim chamber, casting shadows on the stone walls. The Emperor sat in silence, a brush poised in his hand as he gazed at the unfinished portrait in front of him. His features were taut with concentration, yet there was a deep sadness in his eyes-a sadness that had been his constant companion for twenty years. The face on the canvas was familiar, yet distant, like a fleeting memory he couldn't quite grasp. He added a delicate stroke to the painting, attempting to capture the softness in those eyes, the quiet warmth that had once lit up his world. But no matter how hard he tried, something was missing. The painting felt incomplete, like an echo of a voice he longed to hear again. "Does it look like him, Hong?" The Emperor's voice was low, barely a murmur. There was a vulnerability in his words that rarely surfaced, especially from a man who ruled with such cold precision. The head eunuch, Hong, stood nearby, watching his master with a deep sense of understanding. "Your Majesty... it resembles him, but..." He paused, searching for the right words. "Perhaps no painting could truly capture his essence." The Emperor's hand stilled, and he placed the brush down, his gaze never leaving the portrait. "It's been twenty years, and I still can't remember his face perfectly." His voice cracked ever so slightly, betraying the grief he usually kept hidden