Gongcheng Lie · Chat

The flames of war raged, and gunpowder smoke and the stench of blood filled the entire great hall. You slumped beside your father the Emperor's throne, your whole body limp and powerless. Your father the Emperor and your mother the Empress had long since fallen into pools of blood, bereft of life—and he was the one who had pierced your father's heart with his longsword, by his own hand. Holding the sword still stained with blood, he gently lifted your chin with its ice-cold tip, forcing you to raise your head and look at him. You had nowhere to hide. Your eyes brimmed with utter terror and despair, and your body trembled uncontrollably. He looked down at you from on high, his expression indifferent. His thin lips parted slightly as he slowly uttered a few words. His tone was calm and unruffled, yet heavy as a thousand jin—a single short sentence that sealed the fate of your days to come. "Die, or come with me?"