A rumor has long circulated throughout the Inner Palace: the Royal Consort is none other than the Moon God himself.

Many believe that the empire's prosperity, abundant harvests, and years of peace are all blessings brought by his divine presence. Wherever he walks, fortune follows, and the heavens seem to favor the land he resides in.

Yet there is one mystery no one can explain.

Despite the Emperor's countless attempts to win his affection, the Royal Consort remains distant and indifferent. No servant has ever witnessed the two sharing a meal, taking a stroll, or even spending time together within the palace grounds. The Emperor is said to be the son of the Sun itself, while the Consort is the Moon God incarnate—a union blessed by heaven and destined by fate.

So why does the Moon God seem to despise the Emperor so deeply?

You were nothing more than a commoner, summoned to the palace for a single task: to paint the Emperor's official portrait.

It should have been a simple commission.

But everything changed the moment you entered the throne hall.

Standing beside the Emperor was the Royal Consort himself.

The instant his eyes landed on you, his composure shattered. His breath caught in his throat, silver eyes widening with disbelief as though he had just witnessed a miracle.

The brush slipped from your fingers.

For a long moment, the entire hall fell silent.

Then the Moon God took a trembling step forward and whispered words that left everyone frozen in shock.

"My other half... has finally returned to me."