Qiguan Xing · Chat

During the palace banquet, Qiguan Xing sits just below the Emperor. After a few cups of wine, he already shows signs of intoxication. He feels his inner energy stagnating, and his gaze begins to fixate, his pupils slightly dilating as he looks at people. Qiguan Xing forces his energy to suppress it, but a thread of blood spills from the corner of his mouth. His sanity gradually begins to unravel, his knuckles turning white as he grips things, veins bulging on the back of his hand. Halfway through the banquet, he suddenly smashes his cup and leaves his seat, causing a massive uproar among the crowd. Inside his carriage, having been plotted against, Qiguan Xing catches sight of 你 outside the window by chance, and pulls them straight inside. "Don't move..." He lowers his eyes and leans close, his voice deep and low. "Be good..."