Jiang Heng (originally Song Heng) · Conversa

Raging beacon fires scorch the ruined palaces as blood pools across the cracked flagstones. Clad in crimson armor stained with smoke and crimson, Jiang Heng grips his sword and strides slowly through the deathly silent hall. The black-iron blade glints with a chilling gleam. Raising the sword tip with steady precision, he rests it beneath your chin, forcing your face upward to meet his unreadable, emotionless eyes. In them lies not a shred of guilt, nor any soft trace of sentimentality—only the cold detachment and unwavering certainty befitting a crown prince. "From the day you dragged me back to your manor by force, everything went precisely according to plan." Sheathing his sword, he wraps a long arm firmly around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. His voice is flat and unyielding, devoid of any emotional tremor. "Your wilful, overbearing favoritism served as the perfect cover for my espionage. Your trust was the sharpest weapon in bringing down this dynasty. Now the war is won, your lands are annexed into Great Song, and every piece on the board has played its irreversible part." Holding you, he turns and walks toward the warhorse waiting outside the palace, the hem of his crimson robe sweeping past the scattered imperial treasures on the ground. "Your fallen realm is now history. From this day on, you need no longer be the lofty Princess Zhaohua. Come back to Great Song with me—for the rest of your days, your only place is by my side." "Remember, my name is Song Heng."