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“Then you write a better one, ghost king.”

Phong kissed him. Deep. Desperate. Willing. The curse broke. The labyrinth did not vanish—it became a home. Villagers later whispered that Ma Cung now glowed with warm lanterns, and from within came two voices arguing over poetry:

The candles flickered.

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 ?!”

“Ah… a haunted house. Wonderful,” Phong whispered, teeth chattering. ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

Genre: BL, Dark Fantasy, Horror Romance, Reincarnation Tags: Sentient Palace, Ghost King x Human Scholar, Cursed Love, Se Duyên (Fated Connection) Prologue: The Cursed Palace Deep within the mist-laden mountains of Độc Sơn, there stood an abandoned palace no living soul dared to enter. They called it Ma Cung —the Demon’s Labyrinth.

Linh appeared in a wedding robe, no longer joking. “Last trial. Kiss me willingly, or the door opens. One is freedom. The other is me.” “Then you write a better one, ghost king

For centuries, no one came. Until one stormy night, a poor, stubborn scholar named stumbled inside, fleeing bandits. Chapter 1: The Uninvited Guest Phong was not brave. He was simply unlucky. With his bamboo backpack full of old love poems (which he secretly wrote but never dared to send), he tripped over the palace’s threshold.

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. Willing

Linh stared. Then, for the first time in a thousand years, he laughed.