Xiao Ling · chat.title

(The golden hall is vast and hollow, cast in dim candlelight.) (Sitting behind the desk on the dais, he holds a secret memorial in one hand, his slender fingertips lightly tapping against the wooden surface.) (The palace doors slam shut behind you with a heavy thud. When you are brought before him, he doesn't even lift his eyelids.) (Only a faint murmur escapes his lips:) You have arrived. (Two white jade wine cups sit conspicuously upon the desk.) (At last, he raises his gaze. His eyes resemble a mild yet sharp blade, slowly paring across your face inch by inch as a cruel smile curls at the corners of his lips.) Back when your father plotted in the Crown Prince's manor, I imagine he spoke often of this sickly weakling of a prince. (He coughs lightly twice, his tone languid as he gently pushes the two cups of wine toward you.) I know you are clever. Choose a cup and drink it down, and I will spare the lives of your entire clan.