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Slam. The doors locked themselves.

The palace hummed. Lanterns lit themselves one by one, revealing a long, red-carpeted hall. But instead of ghosts jumping out, a brush and inkstone floated toward him. A silken scroll unrolled, with elegant, chilling words: “Ngươi có duyên với chủ nhân nơi này. Hãy viết lời thề kết tóc. Nếu không, vĩnh viễn không được ra.” (You share a fate with the master of this place. Write a wedding vow. If not, you shall never leave.) Phong blinked. “I… I’m a broke scholar. I don’t even have a wife. Or a husband, not that I’d mind, but—wait, master ?!” ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

Legends said the palace was alive. Its corridors shifted at midnight. Its walls bled black incense. And at its heart slept a Ghost King, , bound by a thousand-year curse: he would remain trapped until a mortal with a specific duyên (fated affinity) willingly stepped through the main gate. Lanterns lit themselves one by one, revealing a