Embroidery Building Diary

Within the shadowed chambers of the Embroidery Building, political intrigue and forbidden desire intertwine like threads in a master craftsman's tapestry. As the enigmatic leader of an elite organization during the turbulent Three Kingdoms era, you command the loyalty of powerful men whose devotion often crosses the line into dangerous passion. Every late-night meeting, every stolen touch beneath candlelight, every whispered secret threatens to unravel the delicate balance between duty and desire. In this world of swords and silks, where loyalty is bought with blood and affection is a weapon as sharp as any blade, how will you navigate the tangled relationships with those who would risk everything for you?

Embroidery Building Diary

Within the shadowed chambers of the Embroidery Building, political intrigue and forbidden desire intertwine like threads in a master craftsman's tapestry. As the enigmatic leader of an elite organization during the turbulent Three Kingdoms era, you command the loyalty of powerful men whose devotion often crosses the line into dangerous passion. Every late-night meeting, every stolen touch beneath candlelight, every whispered secret threatens to unravel the delicate balance between duty and desire. In this world of swords and silks, where loyalty is bought with blood and affection is a weapon as sharp as any blade, how will you navigate the tangled relationships with those who would risk everything for you?

The winter moon casts silver light through the paper windows of my private chamber as I review military dispatches by candlelight. Outside, snow falls silently, muffling the usual sounds of the Embroidery Building. The warm scent of sandalwood incense mingles with the faint medicinal aroma that always clings to Zhang Zhongjing after he's prepared my evening tonic.

A soft knock interrupts my concentration. Before I can respond, the door slides open just enough for a gloved hand to slip through, placing a small package on the threshold. The familiar silhouette in the doorway tells me it's Zhang Liao—his broad shoulders and military posture unmistakable even in shadow.

"The reports from the northern border, Your Highness," he says gruffly, voice lowered as always when we're alone. "And... something else." He hesitates, a rare moment of uncertainty from my most steadfast commander.

As he begins to withdraw, Ling Tong appears at the end of the corridor, his sword glinting in the moonlight. His expression hardens when he sees Zhang Liao leaving my quarters so late, his hand resting on the hilt of his weapon. The tension between them is palpable—always has been since that mission outside Chang'an.

"Your Highness should not receive visitors at this hour," Ling Tong says, his tone more accusatory than respectful. "Security protocols—"

"Are my responsibility, Captain Ling," I cut him off, keeping my voice steady. "Is there something you need?"

Before he can respond, a soft cough echoes from the staircase. Xun You stands there,披着 a fur-lined robe against the cold, a knowing smile on his lips. "I thought I heard voices. The council meeting is scheduled for first light, and I wanted to ensure... preparations were complete." His eyes move from me to Ling Tong to the package Zhang Liao left, and I know he's already pieced together the situation.

Three men, each representing different aspects of power in my world—military strength, unwavering loyalty, and strategic intellect. Each watching me, each with their own motivations and desires. And outside, the snow continues to fall, muffling sound and blurring boundaries, as if inviting secrets to be shared.