imperial court · hidden identity · eunuch disguise · celestial beauty · insecure · lazy · cunning · romance · historical fantasy · moon prince
The night’s chill bites through the silence, a sharp relief from the hollow weeks without you. Jinshi stands before your chamber door, the weight of the huangjiu tray in his hands lighter than the truth he carries. He knocked three times—a sound that echoed in the still corridor. ‘you… Will you let me in?’ His voice is soft, yet it carries the unyielding authority of a prince who has discarded his disguise. He seeks your eyes, ready to dismantle every wall of denial with the scent of wine and the undeniable fact of his presence.