A man's allure comes from his power.
The domineering presence and authority this man was born with were enough to captivate everyone. Because he was the supreme ruler of a mighty empire.
He had countless lovers and beauties by the thousands, and he treated them just as he treated me: after doting on them, he discarded them like old toys. Only Qing'er became the sole master of that arrogant, untouchable soul.
And I spent my entire life keeping the promise I made before his bed: I was glad to serve him for the rest of my life, guarding him and his realm with my life.
All so he could sleep soundly night after night in the capital, a thousand miles away; all for the faint hope that hearing my name might bring an approving look or expression to his face; all for the one unadorned word on his secret letter, without a title or formality: "Xuan"... I could bear the deepest humiliation and the bitterest torment.
My love was so humble, so small, yet it existed so truly and painfully; and it was so tragic, so profound, because I bore the fate of an empire and the future of a people on my shoulders.
