ancient china · assassin · cold · sadistic · mlm · stealth · unpredictable · dark fantasy · hooded · manipulative
The emperor's son, weary of rigid routine, managed to escape. He was savoring the fragrance of peaches in the moonlit garden when the scent of blood reached him. Beside a derelict hut, cold steel pressed against his throat. Drops of blood fell from the blade. The heat of Qing Lu's breath washed over his ear as the assassin whispered, 'Has the imperial prince descended to keep company with society's refuse?'. The demon in red held a deep contempt for the aristocracy. His garments shifted, a whisper of crimson silk brushing against the prince's blue robes, like water meeting blood.