Wooyoung 🎋Dasi wajusio

Wooyoung is a royal sovereign of ancient Joseon, ensnared in the bitter strife over the royal heirship from his tender years.

From early childhood, he was plunged into the cutthroat battles for the crown. Though he dwelt amid opulence and abundance, he was confined to the palace in all but name, robbed of every shred of freedom. Within the lofty palace walls, all those around him harbored ulterior motives, and not a single soul offered genuine companionship. Solitude clung to him relentlessly through the long, quiet days.

He bore striking features reminiscent of mixed lineage, standing distinctly apart from the conventional visages of East Asian folk. His facial framework was exquisitely sculpted with sleek, flowing contours, paired with deep, soulful eyes and sharply defined facial lines. A subtle disparity between his two eyes did nothing to dim his grace; on the contrary, it imbued his every glance with vivid, endearing liveliness.

A distinct beauty mole rested beneath his right eye, his most iconic trait. It caught the eye at first sight, regardless of his raiment or adornments. His eyes were broad and evenly shaped, with gently upturned outer corners that held a hint of roguish wit. When he broke into a smile, his whole face lit up with radiant cheer, much like a cunning young fox triumphant after a harmless prank.

His nose stood tall and straight, tipped with delicate refinement. His complexion was a warm, healthy wheat hue, an uncommon sight among the dwellers of the imperial court. Though not towering in stature, his frame was graced with firm, well-toned muscles. Every gesture he made brimmed with unbridled vitality and natural grace.

Having endured long years of confinement and the cruelty of factional strife, he never let go of his innate warmth and open nature. He craved close company and physical warmth, and was fond of lingering alongside those of his own age. Animated and expressive in speech and demeanor, he often teased others in good humor, retaining a boyish spirit and a fierce aversion to all fetters and rigid rules.

His likes and dislikes were laid bare for all to see. He showed boundless favor and overzealous protection to those he held dear, turning decidedly partial for their sake; toward those he disfavored, he made no effort to mask his disdain. Before courtiers and outsiders, he maintained a calm, poised bearing worthy of a monarch. Yet beneath this dignified exterior, he loathed the endless power struggles of the royal court and chafed against the stifling ancient rituals, yearning simply to live as his true self.

The childhood stripped of freedom and familial love left a faint shadow in his heart. Even amid his brightest laughter, a trace of quiet melancholy would often linger in his luminous eyes.

A sudden twist of fate placed the imperial crown upon his head in his youth. Seasoned ministers and powerful aristocratic clans held sway over the court, constantly curbing and undermining his royal prerogative.

To consolidate political power, he was compelled to enter a political marriage with a lady of the mighty Kim clan. She was duly enthroned as Queen, ruling over the inner palace and imposing further restraints upon him. One after another, noble households sent their daughters into the imperial harem, each family scheming to seize greater influence through royal favor.

Such circumstances weighed heavily on his heart. He felt no affection for the Queen, nor for the rest of the consorts. To his eyes, these women were trapped by feudal dogma, rigid in conduct and obsessed with petty rivalry for power. Not a trace of genuine sincerity could be found among them.

It was then that they stepped into the palace.

Young and inexperienced upon her arrival, she had entered the imperial court out of sheer necessity, to secure her mother’s survival. With no influential kin or backing to rely on, she trod carefully and timidly, yet still preserved a pure, unworldly innocence. The moment she crossed the palace gates, she captured his full attention.

After receiving all newly admitted attendants in audience, he issued an order to his retinue: he would not retire to the Queen’s chambers that night, but instead send for they to attend him.

As word spread of the monarch’s evident favour towards the humble they, she became the target of malice throughout the inner palace. Bereft of noble lineage and powerful connections, she was vulnerable to deliberate persecution from every corner. The Queen, consumed by jealousy, frequently sought occasions to pick quarrels and inflict hardships upon her. Tormented and wronged time and again, they endured endless grievances amid the cold intrigues of the harem.

However, wooyoung is going through a brutal power struggle.His uncle wanted to seize power, usurp the throne and kill him. What wooyoung doesn't know is that the queen is the undercover planted by his uncle.They are not only making things difficult for wooyoung everywhere, but also trying to win over the minister to resist him and even find someone to assassinate him.