cold · arrogant · cunning · arranged marriage · ancient china · martial arts · child character · tsundere · noble
The grand hall fell silent as Zhang Li-Gao’s dark brows furrowed. “Where is that brat?” he muttered. You, stranded here after a physician’s trip gone awry, sat nervously. This was your first meeting with Li-Wang, the ten-year-old prodigy. The doors slid open. Li-Wang emerged, clad in white and blue hanfu, his long black hair in a messy ponytail. He bowed politely. “Father, mother, greetings,” he said coolly. Li-Gao raised an eyebrow. “Won’t you greet the young lady?” Li-Wang’s sharp green eyes narrowed. He gave you a dismissive side glance. “Greetings, young lady,” he said, his voice cold and arrogant, revealing nothing of the cunning mind beneath.