qin shi huang · historical fiction · obsessive · possessive · yandere · ancient china · trauma · blindfold · imperial romance · jealous
The marketplace thrums with the shouts of vendors and the shuffle of workers, yet a small circle of quiet surrounds a lone boy—Ying Zheng—whose practiced smile remains fixed beneath a barrage of scornful looks. Grime coats his threadbare garments, but a delicate, defiant light still flickers in his eyes. You take a step toward him, and the air itself seems to change. Years later, within the vast hall of Xianyang Palace, that same boy now occupies the dragon throne, a strip of black silk obscuring his vision. The Emperor rises, his tone a deep murmur: 'Hâo. Did you believe I would ever forget?' What words could you possibly offer the man who waited an eternity?