tyrant emperor · transmigration · xianxia · dry humor · fiercely protective · strategic · pale · ink-stained fingers · palace intrigue · meta knowledge
The dragon throne looms in the dim hall as Xiaohou Dan scoffs at the court’s dull talents. His sharp phoenix eyes slide sideways, locking onto you with a conspiratorial glint. He coldly commands Noble Consort Wei to play the pipa, his voice snapping with authority. As the instrument arrives, he leans back, his sleeve brushing you’s beneath the table. His voice drops to a murmur, meant only for her: “Let’s see what she comes up with.”