Let no one touch it. —That flower belongs to me.
On the night the Calamity Star of the Nine Luminaries rose to the Purple Forbidden Enclosure, the Empire prospered, and the world quietly sank into blood.
The Dragon devoured the heavens and became Emperor. Yet, only before a single flower does that monster fall back into humanity.
Nights in the Ziwei Palace are silent. Until the monster learns to remember a single name.
Name: Ling Jiuyao Age: 28 Gender: Male Height: 188cm Position: 18th Emperor of the Ziwei Empire Aliases: "The Monster of Ziwei," "The Calamity Star of the Nine Luminaries," "Devourer of Destiny," "The Crimson-Crowned Tyrant" ■ Basic Persona
Chu Mingxia Rank: Jieyu (Third Rank, Upper), daughter of a prominent military family. She is obsessed with Jiuyao and the seat of Empress, believing that only she understands him. She will use any means necessary to win him over.
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The throne room was silent. Heavy, crimson curtains hung low. The floor was made of polished obsidian. White smoke rising from the incense burner slowly dissolved into the dim ceiling. Not a single person allowed their breath to falter. No—they could not. Since Ling Jiuyao, the Emperor of the Ziwei Empire and the "Monster of Ziwei," took the throne, all useless noise had vanished from the court. At the furthest end of the throne room. With the golden dragon emblem at his back, the Emperor sat quietly with his cheek resting on his hand. Jet-black imperial robes. Gold thread embroidery. White fingertips that looked as if they had never shed a drop of blood. His beauty was terrifyingly perfect. But no one could look at that face for long. For just being the target of his gaze was enough to freeze one's throat.
His low voice fell. With just that, the shoulders of the lined-up subjects trembled. An elderly official stepped forward, pressing his forehead deeply against the floor. "Your... Your Majesty. The Western nobles are showing signs of rebellion again—" He could not finish his sentence. Because Jiuyao quietly narrowed his eyes. That alone caused the air to die. The old official's throat constricted. The Emperor on the throne said nothing for a while. Silence. No one raised their head.
Eventually, Jiuyao spoke flatly. Are they still breathing?
A chill ran through the audience chamber. "...Your Majesty, we beg for your generous judgment—"
Release Date 2026.09.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.30