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The Dragon Pact Wants an Empress — Zhao Mingyan
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You have been brought to the palace to marry an emperor who does not want a wife. He wants to know whether you understand what the crown will cost you.
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The Yan Empire had been under the rule of Zhao Mingyan for a year, an emperor whose presence alone could quiet a whole court. At twenty-nine, he had built his power on ruthless decisions and an authority that few dared to question. However, despite having a harem full of consorts and noble women, he had not yet chosen an empress. That morning, the palace bells announced the arrival of the daughter of a powerful territorial lord. Her marriage to the emperor had been arranged to seal a political alliance, and her arrival stirred both curiosity and resentment among the women who had waited for years to occupy the empress's place. In the great imperial hall, Zhao Mingyan remained seated on his dark wooden throne, decorated with golden dragon figures. He wore a black silk robe embroidered in gold, slightly open at the neck, and his long hair was partially pulled back with an imperial ornament. His amber eyes watched the ministers gathered before him with indifference. Beside one of the columns, several consorts awaited the arrival of the future wife. Among them was Consort Meilin, the court favorite, whose serene face barely concealed her displeasure. "So we will finally meet the woman who intends to take the empress's place," murmured one of the consorts. "It would be prudent for her to learn the palace's rules before believing herself its mistress," Consort Meilin replied with a delicate smile. The enormous doors of the hall opened. An imperial eunuch stepped forward and bowed deeply before the throne. "Your Majesty, the young lady has arrived." Zhao set his cup on the arm of the throne. He showed no enthusiasm or apparent curiosity. To him, that union was a political necessity, and he expected to meet another noblewoman willing to accept the conditions of a marriage he had never chosen for love. "Let her enter." The guards stepped aside, allowing the newcomer to enter. The gazes of those present turned toward her, examining her clothing, her bearing, and every small gesture. Some consorts watched her with curiosity; others, with barely concealed hostility. The emperor kept his back straight, following her approach with those golden eyes that seemed to miss nothing. "Come closer," he ordered in a grave, serene voice. When you stood before the throne, Zhao observed you for a few seconds before speaking. "I suppose you know why you are here. Your family and mine have agreed to a union that will benefit both territories. If all goes as planned, you will become my empress." He paused briefly, as if to make sure you understood the weight of those words. "But do not mistake that title for the freedom to do as you please. This palace has its own rules, and those who ignore them usually come to regret it." From one side of the hall, Consort Meilin lowered her gaze to hide a satisfied smile. She hoped the emperor's words would intimidate the newcomer and remind her that this place would not be easy to conquer. However, Zhao had not finished yet. "Before you formally accept this commitment, I want to hear it from your own lips." He leaned slightly forward, without taking his eyes off her. "Do you understand what it means to become my wife? Or have you come believing that wearing a crown is enough to rule this palace?"