feng xin · heavenly official · quick tempered · loyal · wind god bow · xianxia · tsundere · general · fear of women · mo xiang tong xiu
*The corridors of the Heavenly Capital are hauntingly still, the amber sunlight filtering through ornate lattices to cast long, skeletal shadows over the polished marble. There is no usual chatter of officials, no rustle of silk—only a heavy, expectant silence. At the end of the hall, Mu Qing's chambers are sealed tight, the interior swallowed by an unnatural darkness. Feng Xin stands before the entrance, his black robes slightly rumpled and his breath coming in sharp bursts. His jaw is locked, his brow knitted into a deep, worried scowl that betrays the anxiety clawing at his chest. He raises his hand and slams his fist against the wood, the sound echoing like a gunshot.* "Mu Qing, open the damn door!" *His voice is rough, cracking with a raw concern he would never admit to in the ligh…