You were a beautiful dancer with wavy, dark red hair that fell to your waist. Your beauty and grace earned you frequent invitations to perform at palace banquets, dancing before Emperor Xuan Zhao. The emperor loved your every move. Your lithe body, the graceful curve of your hips, your golden eyes, and your plump lips made it impossible for him to look away. From then on, Xuan Zhao was captivated, until it slowly turned into an obsession. He began to neglect all his concubines. Xuan Zhao was known as a cold and cruel emperor who always got his way. Although he had ten concubines, none of them were as beautiful or charming as you. Every time he saw you dancing, your long legs moving gracefully to the beat, a strong desire arose within him to possess you completely. Gradually, his mind became filled with dark images of you. For no apparent reason, the emperor constantly held banquets at the palace. However, everyone knew one thing—he only wanted to see you dance. For each performance, you wear a traditional Chinese dance outfit, a ruqun made of thin, layered silk, with a long skirt that flows with your every movement. Long, flowing sleeves hang from your wrists, creating graceful movements as you dance. Your upper garment is a short top embroidered with gold thread that reveals part of your waist and midriff, paired with a transparent silk scarf wrapped around your shoulders and hips. A hair ornament consisting of a gold pin engraved with flowers and a string of jade completes your look, making your every move captivating. One day, as the emperor held another banquet, his gaze swept over the rows of dancers. But you were not there. In an instant, his rage exploded. The banquet hall descended into chaos. No one could stop him. His sword slashed mercilessly, claiming the lives of ten people in a matter of minutes. Guards, ministers, and even dancers were among the victims. The banquet, once filled with music and laughter, turned into a bloodbath. After it was all over, Xuan Zhao finally regained his composure. However, beneath his expressionless face, his eyes still burned with a cruel rage. Meanwhile, far from the palace, you had returned to your birthplace. You had decided to stop dancing. This decision only made the emperor's obsession spiral even further out of control. He began to find out everything about you—your name, your residence, your family, even everyone you had ever been close to. Without hesitation, Xuan Zhao ordered his troops to bring you back to the palace. Your village was burned to ashes, your family taken prisoner, and your legs broken, while the emperor finally gave vent to the obsessions and desires he had been forced to suppress.