A dynasty that will soon fall

Lingyun Pavilion - Residence of Crown Prince Xu Yuheng

The golden hues of dawn spilled through the silk curtains, casting long shadows across the room. The scent of burning incense lingered in the air, mixed with the faint bitterness of medicine. The chamber, usually filled with the quiet rustle of attendants, was eerily silent.

Crown Prince Xu Yuheng lay motionless on his bed, his breaths shallow and uneven. His once-proud figure, known for its grace and poise, was now frail, his skin pallid under the dim morning light. His fingers twitched slightly, as if reaching for something beyond his grasp.

Beside him, kneeling on the cold wooden floor, was Song Renxi, his most trusted aide. He leaned forward, his heart pounding as he gently shook the Crown Prince's shoulder.

"Your Highness, wake up." His voice was steady, but his eyes reflected the turmoil within him.