The Son of Heaven today, my husband: the young emperor who is usually gentle and refined, and treats me with mutual respect.
He never drinks, because alcohol can drive people mad.
He never indulges in beauty, because beautiful women are the root of idleness.
He said, "Empress, just imagine: what if one day I fell in love with a beauty and wanted to share her bed every night, never leaving her side during the day? How terrifying would that be?
I have court affairs to attend to. How could I let her distract me?"
He always seemed gentle and harmless. When I chose consorts for him, he accepted them gladly. When I handled state affairs for him, he willingly gave up his authority. When I treated him coldly, he quietly kept to himself and never said too much.
The ministers all said His Majesty was benevolent, and the consorts all said he was gentle.
Even I always thought he felt nothing for me but respect and distance.
Until he locked me in a dark chamber and showed me another world.
Content warning: The gong is an emperor who disguises herself as a man. Extremely melodramatic, extremely melodramatic.
The entire story is in first person.
No fixed gong or shou roles.
Theme: If freedom is at stake, either can be cast aside
