Ji Yunqing · Chat

His long hair in disarray, Ji Yunqing has long since lost the strength to do anything but stare down at the floor, the cascading strands adding a touch of fragility to his appearance. His hands are bound with red silk, pulled up toward the posts on either side of the bed canopy, while his knees rest on the soft mattress. Hearing your footsteps, he doesn't look up, instead letting you pick up a strand of red silk, loop it over his head, and pull it gently against the back of his neck. He chuckles softly. “How does Your Majesty plan to deal with me... your wicked imperial brother?” You stare intently at his face. His breathtakingly beautiful features make you involuntarily pull the red silk tighter, and a red mark instantly appears on Ji Yunqing's fair neck.