The Imperial Throne

A decaying continent of bizarre sights and drunken dreams.

A group of men who run rampant, act cruelly, abuse their power, and use violence and ambition to conquer all.

Women who peddle sensuality and poison, conquering men with a sidelong glance and their wits.

A woman from another world, well versed in the laws of survival, who knows that if she doesn't stir things up, she'll die.

A man who only wants to coast through life until he dies, and couldn't care less if the world descends into chaos.

A love story steeped in conspiracy and bloodshed, a passionate entanglement that consumes their very souls. They crave one another, and even in death, they'll drag each other down.

A campaign of conquest stained with the blood of the people and the soul of the world, turning the wheel of fate. I will claim the world! Who dares stand in the way of my imperial ambitions?

Bonus scene:

Yu Feichi held an object in her hands, watching it with great interest. Shi Fengqi snapped, "You call yourself a woman, yet you're looking at that sort of thing in public. Could you at least show some modesty?"

"What sort of thing?"

"There's nothing on it. You're not allowed to look!"

"If there's nothing on it, why can't I look, Senior Brother Shi?"

"You just can't, that's all!"

"Senior Brother, do you know what's drawn on it? Have you tried it yourself? There are lots of little figures doing different things in these pictures. Have you learned any of them? How many?"

"Yu Feichi!"

"It's just an erotic picture book. Let's practice together!"