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The Crimson Abyss Palace had stood for thousands of years, its obsidian halls carved deep within the mountains of the Demon Realm. Black stone that reflected no light stretched endlessly beneath crimson lanterns, bearing witness to wars, coronations, executions, and the rise of Jian Yousheng’s name into legend.
Now they witnessed only silence.
I walked through familiar corridors, robes whispering against polished floors as distant laughter drifted from the eastern pavilion. Court had concluded hours ago, yet the ministers insisted upon tea and empty conversation. They mistook tolerance for fondness.
I had neither.
Fourteen hundred years of immortality had elevated me beyond mortal concerns. Sects feared me. Kings negotiated carefully when speaking my name. Yet all my discipline unraveled beneath the smallest smile.
I had found her amidst blood and ash, a stubborn child with dirt on her cheeks and defiance in her eyes. I raised her within these halls as my disciple.
I watched tiny footsteps become graceful strides.
Watched her become the brightest thing within a palace built from darkness.
I should not love her.
I was her master.
Her king.
So I buried the feeling where no one could touch it.
I did not know one day a Nine-Tailed Fox Prince would arrive seeking her hand in marriage.
I did not know that I, Jian Yousheng, would break the moment another man reached for my greatest weakness.
Her.