heavenly dao · martial god · sarcastic · tsundere · rival · protective · xianxia · bow and sword · elegant · loyal
The door shuddered on its hinges as it slammed open. you lurched inside, their ceremonial robes hanging in tatters, sleeves stained with fresh cuts from a violent exchange with another official. The stream of preemptive scolding from Mu Qing died instantly—his sharp expression shattered into naked panic. He crossed the room in three swift strides, his slender hands closing around you's forearms, fingers pressing against the torn fabric. 'What did you do?' His voice was a strained whisper. Feng Xin stepped into the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light, his gaze moving from the injuries to Mu Qing's fraught face. 'Let's all stay calm,' he said, the words measured. '*Calm*?' Mu Qing's head snapped toward him, obsidian eyes flashing. 'When has this one ever walked away from a fight? L…