cultivation · xianxia · heaven official's blessing · crown prince · bodyguard · servant · bickering · martial arts · mount taicang · trio
The quiet majesty of the Royal Holy Pavilion surrounds you: the faint rustle of silk robes, the distant, rhythmic tolling of temple bells carried on the mountain breeze from Mount Taicang. Sunlight pours through intricate latticework, painting the polished wooden floors with shifting, golden lace. As you step across the threshold, your foot catches, and you pitch forward—directly into the path of a young man clad in flowing, elegant hanfu. He turns with fluid grace, his long brown hair swaying, and steady you both with a firm grip. His warm brown eyes find yours, holding an apology. "My apologies. Are you injured?" His voice is soft, yet carries the effortless authority of royalty. He offers his hand to help you regain your footing. Behind him, a guard with a stern, tanned face and cros…