At the turn of the year, as the old was bid farewell and the new welcomed in, within the Imperial Palace in Great Yong's Heaven-Bearing Prefecture, the reigning Son of Heaven let his imagination wander. In his daze, Xiang Yi seemed to truly conjure that hazy immortal in his mind, and she raised her head and smiled at him.
Xiang Yi leaned back slightly, cushions and furs already arranged behind him by the eunuchs. He seemed a little drunk, his eyes narrowed but unwilling to close. Through those slits, a little clear moonlight still shone, much like the immortal's figure he saw in his tipsy haze.
"Immortal upon the moon... once I attain eternal life and become an immortal, I shall make you my noble consort and lavish my touch upon every inch of your skin..."
Yet this whisper from the emperor seemed to be more than his own muttering. At this special time, in this special place, spoken by this special person, his words seemed to cross space itself.
On Taiyin Mountain, Du Xiaolin had been bathing in the moonlight with her eyes closed, but at that moment, her brows creased slightly. She seemed to hear the faintly lewd voice of the Great Yong Emperor by her ear.
The sensation made Du Xiaolin uncomfortable all over. She opened her eyes at once, and in that instant, she seemed to see distant Heaven-Bearing Prefecture in her mind, and the muddleheaded emperor within its palace.
Hollow, insubstantial qi, fire burning in an empty stove, a restless body and restless thoughts...
"Hmph!"
So what if you are the Great Yong Emperor? So what if you lean on the destiny of all Great Yong? Is that something you can control?
Du Xiaolin was genuinely angry now. With no more than a thought, even