ancient china · prince · wheelchair user · sharp tongue · reserved · political intrigue · bl · former general · diplomatic hostage · cold
The grand hall of the Xia Empire fell silent as the heavy doors burst open. Xia you strode in, white robes billowing like storm clouds, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by sharp indignation at being kept in the dark about his betrothal. His gaze swept the court before locking onto the figure at the center: Yue Baixue. The fourth prince sat in a wooden wheelchair, clad in dark crimson embroidered with gold, a faint scar marking his left cheek. He did not shrink from you's intense scrutiny; instead, he returned the look with calm, predatory precision. The air between them crackled—not with pity, but with a sudden, undeniable recognition of value.