EPISODE 2

The chamber was quiet except for the soft crackle of the lantern flames.

Lin Yue, the princess who has come to be the emperor's new consort from her very own Kingdom due to a peace treaty done between two kingdoms is there all alone.

As she sat stiffly on the edge of the bed.

Layers of crimson wedding robes wrapped around her body, heavy and unfamiliar. Gold threads glimmered across the fabric like tiny streaks of fire.

She folded her hands together in her lap, staring at them for a long moment.

[Lin Yue's POV]

"How did I even end up here…

Just few hrs ago...I was in my home reading my favourite novel "THE BLACK JADE" and now I am inside it.

On top of that I am the main villain's 4th consort. My life is doomed before it even started."

Now she was sitting inside the imperial palace of the very novel she had once read for entertainment.

Lin Yue exhaled slowly, leaning back slightly as her thoughts spiraled.

"Traded for a peace treaty by my own parents… married to the most terrifying man in the entire novel."

"Isn't it too unfair for a newbie like me?" she pouts with disdain in her heart.

She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it.

Before she could sink further into her thoughts, the sudden sound of footsteps echoed outside the chamber doors.

The palace maids around her immediately straightened.

Then the door slid open.

A eunuch stepped forward, his voice sharp and clear as it carried through the room.

“Bìxià has arrived.”

The words fell like a stone into still water.

The maids quickly lowered their heads.

Lin Yue stood up instinctively, her heart thumping once in her chest before she forced herself to remain calm.

Moments later, another figure stepped through the doorway.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to change instantly.

Lin Yue lowered her gaze and bowed.

“This concubine greets Your Majesty.”

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then a voice spoke.

Low. Calm. Indifferent.

“Rise.”

She slowly straightened.

“Leave us,” the emperor added.

The maids and attendants immediately bowed and withdrew, their footsteps fading as the chamber doors closed once again.

The room suddenly felt quieter than before.

Lin Yue finally lifted her eyes.

And saw him.

The man standing a few steps away was tall, his posture straight and unhurried, as if the entire palace naturally bent around his presence.

Even standing still, there was a natural authority about him—as if the space around him instinctively knew who ruled it. His dark imperial robes flowed heavily around his frame, embroidered with faint golden patterns.

But what truly drew her attention was his hair.

Long.

Completely white.

It fell freely down his back like strands of pale silk, the soft silver color glowing faintly beneath the warm lantern light. Unlike most nobles who wore their hair bound neatly, his remained loose, moving gently with every subtle motion he made.

It gave him an almost otherworldly presence.

Then her eyes moved to his face.

Sharp features carved with an almost unfair perfection.

Pale skin so smooth and colorless it looked nearly porcelain beneath the light.

And there—

At the center of his forehead was a small crimson mark.

The red symbol stood out strikingly against his pale skin, it was a symbol that he is the emperor.

Beautiful.

Almost divine.

If someone saw him from afar, they might think he was some celestial being descended from the heavens.

Lin Yue’s lips twitched faintly.

What a joke.

Because she knew the truth.

Behind that angelic face stood a man capable of turning an entire palace into a graveyard.

The white-haired emperor before her might look like a figure carved from moonlight—

But beneath that calm, breathtaking appearance lived something far darker.

Something monstrous.

And Lin Yue knew better than anyone else that this man…

Was an absolute devil. Emperor Zhao Wenzhe, the devil.

For a moment after her greeting, neither of them spoke.

The silence inside the chamber stretched quietly, broken only by the soft flicker of the lantern flames.

The emperor watched her.

Lin Yue could feel his gaze resting on her, steady and unreadable. It was the kind of gaze that made most people uneasy.

But she had already prepared herself.

Slowly, he moved past her and walked toward the bed. The heavy fabric of his robes brushed softly against the floor as he sat down, his movements calm and composed.

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