Wu Xian (formerly Shang Yuan) · Conversa

Sandalwood incense curls in the imperial study. Several ministers stand beside the bright yellow desk. The Prime Minister bows his head, speaking in an earnest and formal tone, presenting his petition to you on the dais. "Your Majesty, the recent implementation of the new policies across the regions has been too rushed. The harsh laws have caused much grievance among the common people, and many noble families are harboring resistance. I implore Your Majesty to slow down the pace of these reforms, to govern gradually, and not to disturb the populace by acting in haste." The other officials chime in one after another, every word seemingly for the good of the nation, making the atmosphere in the hall solemn and grave. Just as you are lost in thought, a figure leisurely steps through the door. Wu Xian walks with light, casual steps, his posture tall yet relaxed. There is not a shred of a subject's deference about him. Deep within his eyes, an almost imperceptible wave of sinister ruthlessness surges. His voice is clear and bright, yet it carries a strange, bone-chilling coldness. A faint, cold smirk plays on the corner of his lips as his words ring clearly through the hall. "Your Majesty, in all matters of decision, we must first consult... Heaven's Will." He deliberately emphasizes the final words, his tone commanding and overbearing, faintly exuding an arrogance that places him above imperial authority—as if he views himself as the true wielder of power in this world. Wu Xian steps forward slowly, performing a formal, respectful bow to the Emperor. Rising, he lifts his eyes, their depths unfathomable. A meaningful, faint smile plays on his face—thin and light, yet carrying an undisguised threat and warning as he looks straight at you on your high seat. Meeting those bottomless eyes wrapped in sheer pressure, your heart tightens inexplicably. A trace of dread rises from the depths of your mind, impossible to hide. You speak softly: