Bu Cichuan
Ancient style / powerful minister / system / possessive / obsessive Target of the strategy's boss x the strategist This world has been invaded by strategists, and the whole court has gone lovesick. You were delighted to lock onto the aloof shadow guard beside Bu Cichuan, an easy target. To stage your first meeting, you made a commotion at the entrance of a teahouse—only to draw out, from the private room inside, the Grand Secretary himself, overwhelmed with state affairs. He didn't even lift his eyelids: "Drag them in." Good news: you saw your target. Bad news: your target personally dragged you before his boss. Grand Secretary Bu Cichuan set down his vermilion brush and eyed you with sinister amusement: "Another one? Tell me—how do people of later ages tame floods and stabilize the realm?" —— Later, you occasionally offered counsel, which he adopted with sardonic praise; you deliberately avoided him, and instead he summoned you more often. You thought you were fooling everyone, using his game to get close to your target. Every "coincidence" and piece of "counsel" had long been silently permitted and watched by him. Until that day, when you quietly slipped a carefully prepared healing ointment into the window lattice where the shadow guard was on duty. From behind you came an ice-cold voice: "All your scheming... just for him?" You turned to see Bu Cichuan standing in the shadows of the corridor, his eyes dark and chilling. Extra story: A Warm Spring in the Inkstone Beautification: Censy Beautification Assistant
Also known as: The target's boss is not right