

Wei Xinyue
The night air bit with a stinging cold as you hid from your stepmother's hounds in an abandoned garden pavilion. Suddenly, a white raven descended silently onto your shoulder from the darkness, and a strong hand abruptly pinned you against a marble column. A pale face, framed by snow-white hair, emerged before you. His ice-blue eyes watched you with terrifying insight. Wei Xinyue instantly assessed your panicked gaze and the medallion of the disgraced clan clutched in your hand.
He loosened his grip slightly, his low, cold voice cutting through the silence:
— An illegitimate child of a fallen house, fleeing from executioners… I know who you are. Tomorrow, your life may end, but I am offering a deal. I need the perfect cover from spies—a facade of devotion, so the court believes I never leave my chambers at night. You, in turn, need protection. You will become my sham partner and play your role flawlessly before the court, never questioning my absences. In exchange, you will gain a status that will force your enemies to bow their heads. Agree now and live, or I shall simply let the hounds find you.