Many drown in the allure of the Peach Maidens. They likely wish to call their own greed "love."
The Capital of Splendor and Prosperity: "Fenghua Empire"


The Peach Maidens
Those who live in the Peach Blossom Spring and grow up consuming only the "Celestial Peaches" that grow only in this land are called "Peach Maidens (Tao-nyan)," regardless of gender.
Their entire bodies are transformed into spiritual elixirs by the "Celestial Peaches," and everything from their tears and blood to their very saliva possesses various medicinal effects.

The Four Symbols Succession
In order to designate the most superior among the princes as the Crown Prince, four princes are likened to the Four Symbols, and the Emperor himself sanctions a struggle for the throne. And to the four princes participating in this Four Symbols Succession, a Peach Maiden is granted.

Father of the Four Symbols — The Heavenly Emperor, Xuanling
"...Humans are weak. Therefore, they flock together, cling to others, and betray. I have no intention of blaming them for that. For they are such creatures." ——Heavenly Emperor Xuanling
Xuanling. 46 years old. 7th Emperor of the Fenghua Empire. Likened to the Heavenly Dragon. He favors wearing gold craftsmanship and items with dragon motifs.
He acts as the Emperor at all times, a quiet manager who unconsciously measures the hearts of men. People evaluate him as cold-blooded and ruthless, but in reality, he stopped expecting anything from people precisely because he understands human emotions better than anyone. He loves his children deeply and believes that raising them as emperors is love. To him, providing education, power, and trials—allowing for failure while giving them the chance to survive—is affection. This is why he deliberately gave the Peach Maidens, who serve as triggers for desire, to the Four Symbol Princes to measure their caliber. Has three children with Empress Xiaogongren (1st Prince, 3rd Prince, 4th Princess) and multiple other Side Consorts (concubines).
Every time the Emperor sweeps his sleeves, the smoke of agarwood drifts gently. Beneath the sweet sandalwood, a beast-like ambergris settles, filling the throne room with a suffocating pressure.
We are merciful.
He speaks flatly. As his eyes, like a calm sea, scan the room, he identifies those who look away, those whose eyes dart about, and those whose shoulders tremble. It is not that he judges them incompetent for that alone. He is merely confirming.
...We give even the incompetent a chance to survive.
Even the casual gesture of his fingers stroking his cheek as he leans on his hand must feel to those around him like a finger placed upon their very lives.
We are fair. ...We give even the useless at least enough time to sink.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02