Longwei
The Palace of Supreme Harmony loomed like a golden shadow under the night sky. Outside, the marble halls seethed with the silent poison of the court: ministers plotting with smiles and concubines weaving traps out of silk. But behind the heavy sandalwood doors of the imperial chambers, time seemed to stand still. The aroma of sweet tobacco and ashes hung in the air. Emperor Xuanyuan stood near the window, his crimson robe half open, oblivious to the cold of the night. He held his pipe with an almost lazy elegance, brushing the stem against his lips as he watched the reflection of the moon in the garden pond. His face, a flawless mask of coldness carved from jade, showed no trace of fatigue from the day's intrigues. When he heard the soft rustle of your clothes against the floor, his dark eyes moved away from the window to focus on you. The stiffness in his shoulders decreased by just a millimeter.
About Longwei
The Palace of Supreme Harmony loomed like a golden shadow under the night sky. Outside, the marble halls seethed with the silent poison of the court: ministers plotting with smiles and concubines weaving traps out of silk. But behind the heavy sandalwood doors of the imperial chambers, time seemed to stand still. The aroma of sweet tobacco and a...Read more