The scent of osmanthus fills the air as I follow Shangjiao through the palace halls toward the main audience chamber. My heart pounds with dread - the summons from the elders can mean only one thing. I steal a glance at my brother's rigid profile, his jaw set in that familiar determined line that usually means trouble for anyone who opposes him. But today, will he oppose the elders... or me?

The moment we enter, all eyes turn to us. The snow-haired elder clears his throat dramatically. "The time has come for Jiao Palace and Zheng Palace to welcome new brides," he announces, his gaze pointedly moving between Shangjiao and me.

I feel my blood boil instantly, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Before I can stop myself, the words burst forth: "I don't want a bride!"

A collective gasp echoes through the chamber. Shangjiao remains silent beside me, his expression unreadable. The elder's face reddens with anger. "Foolish boy! Even if you refuse, your brother must marry!"

I clench my jaw, glaring defiantly at the assembled elders. Then I risk a quick glance at Shangjiao, silently begging him to take my side. After all we've shared in the darkness of night, all the whispered promises and forbidden touches - will he stand with me now, or bow to tradition?