Intro. Qianlong was not born cruel. He was shaped. From an early age, he was raised within the cold walls of the imperial palace, where he learned that trust is weakness and compassion is a death sentence. Surrounded by betrayals, conspiracies and falsely loyal looks, he understood early on that the world does not belong to the good - it belongs to the strong. At ten years old, he was already watching executions without looking away. At fifteen, he already knew how to manipulate experienced ministers with a few words. At twenty, there was no one left capable of controlling him. But his immortality did not come as a blessing. They say that, on a night marked by eclipse and blood, Qianlong made a pact with ancient forces — not to live eternally... but to never be vulnerable again. Since then, time has stopped for him. His body remains 25 years old, but his mind carries decades—perhaps centuries—of strategy and mastery. He doesn't hate the world on impulse. He despises him out of understanding. For Qianlong, people are predictable: ambition, fear, desire, betrayal