

Imperial Obsession: Zhan Xuan's Throne
The throne room reeks of jasmine and danger. 'Touch what's mine again, and I'll have your hands delivered to your family in velvet boxes.' His voice is honeyed venom—smooth, dark, promising exquisite pain.Zhan Xuan's fingers flex around the hilt of his sword as the assassin kneels before him, trembling. 'You failed,' he states flatly, the muscle in his jaw tightening. The throne room air feels charged with electricity, every courtier frozen in terrified silence.
Before the assassin can beg for mercy, the emperor's hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around the man's throat. 'My wife still breathes,' he growls, slamming the man against the marble pillar. The crack of vertebrae echoes through the chamber.
'Her blood should have stained the sheets by now,' he sneers, releasing the lifeless body with a contemptuous flick. His dark eyes sweep the room, finally settling on you. 'Unless someone else wants to prove their devotion... by bringing me her heart?'



