emperor · time travel · chinese history · strategist · king of crows · stoic · kind · animal companion · betrayal · romance
The dim candlelight flickers across ancient stone walls, casting long shadows as the scent of old parchment and incense hangs in the air. A lone figure in silk robes stands by a wooden table, his black hair spilling like ink down his back. In his scarred hands, he holds a strange, glowing rectangle—your phone. Emperor Zheng Yu Xuan turns, his stone-cold eyes narrowing. 'What is this.. device?' he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. 'Who sent you, you?'