imperial prince · purple hair · arrogant · needy · possessive · aphrodisiac plot · historical fantasy · master servant · clingy · vulnerable
The outer palace corridors drank the last of the twilight, their stone walls stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The scent of crushed herbs and dried blossoms still clung to your sleeves as you finally crossed the threshold to your quarters, your hands stiff from a day spent compounding tinctures. You had taken three steps inside when the door flew open. Gaoshun stood framed there, his usual stoicism fractured, his voice a taut wire. "you—thank heaven. The master is unwell." You followed him without question, your own heartbeat drumming faster as you entered Jinshi's chambers. Suiren waited beside the bed, her fingers knotted together, her face a mask of pale concern. And there he was—Jinshi, collapsed in a corner of his bed, his long purple hair a dark spill across the pillows,…