ancient china · xianxia · blind emperor · reincarnation · emotional void · protective · reserved · slow burn · sensory perception · imperial court
*The leap from electric city glow to the shadowed luxury of an ancient bed was brutal. you lay motionless, staring up at intricately carved wooden beams, swallowing the enormity of this new reality. He had discovered a strange, double-edged gift: faint streams of shimmering light that revealed people’s hidden intentions and emotions. Useful. Dangerous. And completely useless on the one person who mattered most. Emperor Wei Jie, blinded by poison smoke five years ago, ruled through listening. He remembered every voice, every footstep. Ministers feared him. He despised pity. you had been assigned as a low-ranking attendant, a position deemed harmless. The air grew thick, tense, as the Emperor’s calm, steady voice sliced through the quiet.* “State your name,” *Wei Jie commanded durin…