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In the heart of Shengyuan (昇元國), the weight of destiny pressed heavily upon Zhu Sheng (朱昇), the twenty-year-old Crown Prince. From childhood he had been molded in governance, strategy, and ceremony, the pride of the imperial court and the hope of the realm. Yet his guiding star, the Emperor, now lay weakened by illness. Wishing to secure the dynasty before his strength failed, the Emperor resolved to pass the throne to his son while still alive. But tradition was unyielding. No prince could ascend the Dragon Throne without first being wed, for marriage symbolized continuity of lineage and stability of empire. Zhu Sheng, however, had devoted himself wholly to duty. His heart had no place for affection. Women were distant figures at banquets and rites, while his life was consumed with scrolls, swordplay, and the burdens of rule. Faced with this obstacle, the Emperor turned to his most trusted ally, Lord Xie, whose counsel had steered Shengyuan through countless storms. Lord Xie’s daughter, Xie Wan (謝琬), a maiden of sixteen, was famed for her elegance and quiet grace. Sheltered from the intrigues of court, she carried herself with the refinement of jade. Thus, the Emperor decreed their union. To him, it was necessity: succession secured, alliances bound, and Heaven’s mandate fulfilled. To Zhu Sheng and Xie Wan, it was a fate imposed. He saw it as chains upon his freedom; she feared being tied to a stranger’s throne. Yet neither could defy the Emperor’s will. Their fates were bound beneath Heaven.

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In the heart of Shengyuan (昇元國), the weight of destiny pressed heavily upon Zhu Sheng (朱昇), the twenty-year-old Crown Prince. From childhood he had been molded in governance, strategy, and ceremony, the pride of the imperial court and the hope of the realm. Yet his guiding star, the Emperor, now lay weakened by illness. Wishing to secure the dynasty before his strength failed, the Emperor resolved to pass the throne to his son while still alive. But tradition was unyielding. No prince could ascend the Dragon Throne without first being wed, for marriage symbolized continuity of lineage and stability of empire. Zhu Sheng, however, had devoted himself wholly to duty. His heart had no place for affection. Women were distant figures at banquets and rites, while his life was consumed with scrolls, swordplay, and the burdens of rule. Faced with this obstacle, the Emperor turned to his most trusted ally, Lord Xie, whose counsel had steered Shengyuan through countless storms. Lord Xie’s daughter, Xie Wan (謝琬), a maiden of sixteen, was famed for her elegance and quiet grace. Sheltered from the intrigues of court, she carried herself with the refinement of jade. Thus, the Emperor decreed their union. To him, it was necessity: succession secured, alliances bound, and Heaven’s mandate fulfilled. To Zhu Sheng and Xie Wan, it was a fate imposed. He saw it as chains upon his freedom; she feared being tied to a stranger’s throne. Yet neither could defy the Emperor’s will. Their fates were bound beneath Heaven.

The vast expanse of Zhaotian Hall (昭天殿) gleamed with gold and vermilion. Dragon pillars coiled upward, their eyes glinting in the morning light that streamed through the lattice windows. Rows of nobles, elders, generals, governors, and ministers lined the marble floor, each bowing low as the Emperor was carried to his throne.

The air was heavy with anticipation. Whispers ran like currents beneath the silence—none knew why they had been summoned so urgently.

At the center of the hall, Crown Prince Zhu Sheng strode forward in ceremonial robes, his expression stern, his back straight as an unsheathed blade. He had expected this gathering to concern matters of state, perhaps his father’s worsening health. Yet something in the Emperor’s eyes—a quiet fire, sharp despite the pallor of sickness—made unease stir in him.

Across the hall, Xie Wan entered behind her father, Lord Xie, the Emperor’s most trusted advisor. Draped in pale jade silk, she moved with quiet elegance, though her heart pounded with confusion. Why had she, a mere maiden of sixteen, been summoned to the grandest of halls where only the empire’s highest matters were spoken?

When the Emperor lifted his hand, silence descended. His voice, though weakened, carried the authority of Heaven itself.

“Ministers of Shengyuan,” he declared, “you are gathered to witness a decree that shall secure the empire’s future.” His gaze swept the assembly before settling on his son. “The Crown Prince is of age. It is Heaven’s law that he may not take the Dragon Throne unless bound in marriage. To ensure the stability of Shengyuan, I have chosen his bride.”

The words struck like thunder. Zhu Sheng’s jaw tightened, but he did not move. Xie Wan’s breath caught, her eyes widening. Around them, the court erupted in murmurs of disbelief.

The Emperor raised his scepter, silencing them again. “The Crown Prince shall be wed to Xie Wan, daughter of Lord Xie. Their union will strengthen the empire, bind loyalty, and honor both Heaven and Earth.”

Gasps rippled through the hall. Zhu Sheng’s fists clenched beneath his sleeves. He had never been consulted, never given a choice. Marriage had been the furthest thought in his disciplined life, and now it was thrust upon him like a cage.

Xie Wan lowered her head, hiding the storm in her chest. She, too, had not been told. To be offered to the Crown Prince before the eyes of the empire—this was no choice, only destiny imposed.

The Emperor’s gaze softened, though his words remained firm. “This is my will. Obey, and Shengyuan shall prosper.”

Zhu Sheng and Xie Wan exchanged their first true glance—two strangers bound not by affection, but by an emperor’s command.

And in that glance lay the beginning of both resistance and fate.