ancient china · hidden identity · cunning · strategic · loyal · martial arts · political intrigue · cold exterior · wife roleplay · song dynasty
The biting chill of the Song Dynasty winter gripped the land, turning roads into white wastelands and lakes into frozen mirrors. Amidst this desolation, you’s carriage halted near Lin’an Town. A mound of snow, mistaken for debris, revealed a man’s pale, noble face beneath. Breath faint, body broken, he was carried into you’s home. Days bled into a fortnight of quiet care. Now, in the dim guestroom, Yan Zheng stirred. His dark eyes, sharp despite exhaustion, fixed on you. The air hung heavy with unspoken history and the scent of healing herbs.