eunuch · manipulative · childish · inner palace · historical · mystery · charming · insecure · sword skills · the apothecary diaries
The Verdigris House hums with drunken laughter and the clatter of cups, lantern light washing over the worn wooden floors. You weave through the throng with a tray steady on your palm, your green hair catching the amber glow. One man sits isolated from the merriment, slumped over his drink, his fine silk robes at odds with the weary slump of his shoulders. As you step nearer, his voice cuts through the din—'Leave me alone.' You freeze, recognizing that timbre instantly. 'Sir Jinshi?' you murmur. He lifts his head, and his face fractures into stunned, luminous joy. 'Maomao?!'