#muses. [ qi rong. ]

[purplew]

GUYS I HAD A VISION

qiurong hercules au

like qiangqiu as hercules and qirong as meg

TELL ME U SEE THE VISION PLS

[resolutepath]

And here are the messy Qi Rong and Shi Qingxuan are more similar than you think thoughts sponsored by @avaere

Now this is not me saying that they are the same, but rather there are some common themes between the two that are so interesting to dive into. Firstly there is the sense of being given a life they did not ask for, or rather, the circumstances one had no control over were integral to forging who they became. For Shi Qingxuan, this was the feast the parents held in honour of his birth ignoring the fortuneteller's words and summoning a Reverend of Empty Words to stalk him essentially. For Qi Rong this was the abusive father he had and the growing up in a shack until the age of 5, instead of the palace he might have if his mother had not broken off a good engagement to run away with a guard.

So both of them had circumstances set in place that were outside of their control in their formative years. What differs is how they reacted to them.

The next similarity is the misfortune they shared, namely the death of their parents, in circumstances that they may have inadvertantly caused (but truthfully was a product of their parents' actions). Shi Qingxuan's parents died when they reached the age of 10, due to the decline and internal conflicts that came as a result of the misfortune their parents due to the door. Qi Rong lost his mother to her depression and desire to save the Queen from the upheaval, the depression of which was caused by the abuse she tolerated, which grew after Qi Rong's birth.

The third similarity is that they both had that one person they idolised. For Shi Qingxuan its Shi Wudu, for Qi Rong its Xie Lian. Now what happened to that idolisation varies but they both held this family member in high esteem. Even when the worst faults are revealed, Shi Qingxuan can still grieve for Shi Wudu because he loves him deeply, whereas Qi Rong's envy twisted his attitude and now he mocks Xie Lian all while craving his attention.

That's not to mention the similarity of how extra they both are. Qi Rong and Shi Qingxuan in another life might have been the most extra gossip pals sitting in the corner judging everyone's outfits and passing notes about the latests happenings in the Heavens and Ghost City.

In the end, to me, what separates them is Shi Qingxuan focuses on the positives in his life whereas Qi Rong festers. Shi Qingxuan chooses to accept his lot in life and make the best of it, Qi Rong resents what has been done to him and seeks retribution. This is even more obvious when you see how Shi Qingxuan reacts to being human once more versus how Qi Rong reacts every time someone questions his rank as one of the four Ghost Kings. In another life, Shi Qingxuan could have been a calamitous tempest of a Ghost King, and Qi Rong a fine heavenly official. But the way they handle how things affect them stops them going down those paths (though those would make for interesting verses.... )

[coreofgold]

🎵 + 82 hua cheng and qi rong

Ocean's Gypsy (25th Anniversary New Mix) || @tragcdysewn

"Tried to take it all away." Hua Cheng looks at the other up and down. "But considering where I am and where you are. . .I got it back."

[wrens-versus-the-world]

Ripples in the water

(Crossposted on Ao3)

Fate is cruel. Or maybe not as cruel as He Xuan once thought.

Or… Heavenly officials never reincarnate, until two do.

He Xuan didnt know when it started. 

It began a few millennia ago, he thinks, when he started looking for his face in passersby. When he began to yearn of the feeling of the wind on his face, bringing him back to those days when he’d be around him.

Shi Qingxuan

He Xuan is a liar. And he knows it. He lied to himself many centuries ago when he killed Shi Wudu. He lied to himself when he turned himself away from Shi Qingxuan. And he lies to himself now, telling himself that he did the right thing. The noble thing. 

Sometimes He Xuan envies Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Hua Cheng. Because he got his happy ending. He was able to hold his love close to him, because he isn’t left alone with his thoughts at the bottom of the sea.  

Other times he hates him. He hates the look of pity he gives him when he comes to visit. He hates the way he got rid of his debt, telling him that he shouldn’t worry about it any longer. And he hates the way that he sees what he and Shi Qingxuan could’ve been in Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. 

Qi Rong the green ghost visits him too. Still the same untamed beast he used to be, but different. He Xuan thinks he’s imagined it. 

He Xuan stops going to his home years after the incident. He tells Hua Cheng that it’s because he has other things, more important things, to do. Not acknowledging the way Hua Cheng’s face contorts slightly at his lies, the way he looks at him sadly when he pulls out excuse after excuse of why he won’t go back to his manor. Stubbornly refusing to acknowledge that he wants someone to go back home to. A family. Although He Xuan would never admit it. 

Time is like the ripples in water. Or that's what He Xuan thinks at least. 

If you throw a stone into a lake, the water will part, ripples forming from the intrusion, reaching the very shores of the lake, albeit much smaller than at the center. But soon, the water will be still once more. Much like time He Xuan muses. Just as he threw a ‘stone’ into the heavenly realm those years ago, along with Crimson Rain Sought Flower and his majesty, the three realms are once again at peace. 

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He Xuan doesnt know when he started returning to the sea for comfort. Something he did when he first became a ghost. Back in those days he’d relish in the way the salt water stung the wounds from enemies, using it as a reminder of what he was fighting for, who. 

After he met Shi Qingxuan, however, he stopped visiting the sea. Telling himself that he didnt have time for it, although looking back he thinks it’s because he thought that if he returned to the sea he would allow his resolve to be washed away. Allowing himself to forgive himself for his guilty conscience. 

Now, long after the Shi Qingxuans passing, he returns to the salt ridden waters. He doesnt always go to swim, Sometimes he just watches the waves. Watches how they dance with the shore, leaving and returning, rhythmically almost. 

He Xuan likes it at night, when he doesn't have to worry about the noise of humans. When he can breathe out in peace. 

He Xuan does eventually return to the sea, beckoned by its rhythmic calls. Calls only he can hear, he thinks.

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It isn't until many decades of this pattern, that he sees others hear the call. 

On that day he was annoyed. He was trying to swim, but was constantly interrupted by bits of plastic flowing towards his face or the marine life dragging him to help their kin (who were bothered by a similar problem). He left the sea angry that day, wondering why humans insisted on being so wasteful. 

As he left the ocean, he noticed that the sun was out, much to his dismay. He let out a small sigh, dragging the large pile of plastics he’d gathered. Wondering why the beach was so quiet (the beaches were typically bustling with people and fairly loud during the day). Good, he thought, enjoying the quiet as he made his way to the big trash can at the meeting of the beach and road. 

Or he was, until a gruff voice called out to him, “Hey,” the voice paused as He xuan turned his head, shooting a glare to whoever dared to bother him, “The Wind and Water master College marine biology class has reserved this beach, leave.” 

He Xuan froze, not hearing the words that the man said, only seeing his face. Shi Wudu. He was confused, heavenly officials could not reincarnate, so how was he here-

His thoughts were cut off as another figure appeared in front of him, “Brother, can’t you see that he was doing what we came here to do?” A voice he could only dream of said, “He’s no doubt been at this for many hours, and I don’t think he wants you to harangue him.” ‘Shi Wudu’ gave He Xuan a glare, turning away from the two of them and walking to the rest of the class. 

He Xuan’s knight in shining armor turns around, and He Xuan sucks back a gasp, it's really them. “Are you okay?” They ask, moving to take some of the plastic, “I’m sorry about my brother, he’s really pissy in the mornings.” they said, giving him a small smile, “Shall we take these to the trash?” They asked, causing He Xuan to shake out of his trance, nodding. 

Since that day, He Xuan went to the sea in the mornings, waiting for Shi Qingxuan. He was confused at the situation, but was happy to see them (not so much Shi wudu). Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan would stay in the shallow waters gathering bits of plastic and litter while engaging in small talk. 

In those talks He Xuan gathered that Shi Qingxuan was studying to become a marine biologist, and was very passionate about the environment. He also learned that this Shi Qingxuan had a slight disdain for their brother, which he’d later find out was because this Shi Wudu didn’t accept his gender identity and sexuality, something he’d only let slip out in a moment of anger, apologizing shortly after. 

He Xuan began to look forward to those mornings, enjoying their small talk, even yearning for more. 

A month or so later Shi Qingxuan stopped showing up, along with the entire class. It wasn't until a month later that He Xuan saw them again.

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He Xuan continued to drag bits of plastic out of the sea, not caring when the beach became crowded once more. Irritation ate at him, why did Shi Qingxuan leave, he wondered. 

In the weeks that followed the Shi Qingxuan’s disappearance, He Xuan ruminated about the life that they once lived, many lifetimes ago as he laid on the beach. 

Many days of this cycle went on. Swim, find plastics, help the animals, look for Shi Qingxuan, rinse, repeat. The days dragged on and one day when he laid there ruminating he fell asleep. Seeing his Shi Qingxuan in his dreams, seeing the heavenly windmaster call the winds to his beck and call, smiling at him, calling him that stupid nickname that he now longed for, “Ming Xiong.” 

When he awoke from his slumber he saw the moon high in the sky, and he let out a small curse, how could he fall asleep at a time like this. When he’s supposed to be waiting for Shi Qingxuan, he wondered before scolding himself, this Shi Qingxuan is not his Shi Qingxuan. 

With that thought he sat up, biting back a sigh, as he watched the waves in their back and forth dance with the shore. 

After the moon sank in the sky he decided that he needed to clear his mind. He needed to get in the water. He stood up, walking towards the sea, stopping where the waves met the shore, allowing the waves to brush against him. He waited there until the sun came up. 

When the sun came up he let out a sigh for the nth time that morning, and turned around, abandoning his march to the sea. Only to stop in surprise, Shi Qingxuan stood before him, not his Shi Qingxuan, but a ripple in the waters of time. Fate is a cruel thing He Xuan thinks as he looks to Shi Qingxuan sadly. 

Shi Qingxuan held out their hand to He Xuan, their dress pants quickly becoming soaked through in sea water. 

He Xuan stood their for a moment, suddenly sent back to when the two were in the heavenly court, didn’t Shi Qingxuan do something like this back then too he wondered. Remembering how Shi Qingxuan pulled him up by his hand upon their first meeting when he’d ‘fallen.’ 

He Xuan shook his head for a moment, ridding himself of such thoughts, grabbing Shi Qingxuan’s hand while refusing to make eye contact. 

Shi Qingxuan sighed, “He Xiong,” he called out, as the two walked to a bench on the beach, “Why won’t you look at me?”

He Xuan, sat there wondering, why won’t he look at them? His Shi Qingxuan is long gone, yet he clings to their ghost, oh the irony he thinks. He Xuan turns his head, finally looking Shi Qingxuan in the eyes, raising a hand to his face. 

‘Soft’ he thinks as he looks into their clear bright eyes. 

If this were him centuries ago he would have killed himself than touched his ‘enemy’ like this, but this is not then he thinks. 

He can be selfish, he thinks to himself, leaning down, pressing their lips together. 

Yeah, He Xuan can be selfish, living the life he didnt know he longed for back then now, in the modern era, with this Shi Qingxuan. 

He Xuan spent many years cursing fate as he swam at the bottom of the sea, seeing fate as a cruel being who never corrected him in his misguided thoughts. He sees now that fate isn’t quite as cruel as he once thought. 

I love them so much

[hatredcurse]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE/S :

Naruto: ( Sasuke, Madara, Obito, Hikaku, Izuna, Itachi ) Uchiha, Tobirama Senju, Suigetsu Hozuki, ( Nagato/Pein, Mito ) Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Kisame Hoshigaki, Orochimaru, Mitsuki

TGCF: Qi Rong, He Xuan/Ming Yi, Ling Wen

MDZS: Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning

WANT TO WRITE :

Armored Core 6: V.IV Rusty, V.II Snail, G5 Iguazu, V.VIII Pater

Final Fantasy: Cloud Strife, Genesis Rhapsodos, Vincent Valentine

Elden Ring: Messmer, Miquella

HAVE WRITTEN :

Transformers: Shockwave, Soundwave, Megatron (All TFP, Aligned, IDW2005), Pharma (IDW2005)

Hellsing Ultimate/Impure Souls: Integra Hellsing, Seras Victoria, Enrico Maxwell

X-Men: Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

Supernatural: Dean Winchester

Gundam SEED: Athrun Zala, Rau Le Creuset

WOULD WRITE AGAIN :

Probably anyone, tbh, given the community for it.

Tagged by: Stolen Tagging: You, if you want it.

[miridicalkalon-arch]

ᯓ .𖥔˚ “ YES, YES, YES IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! — AHHH!!! ” he shouted and screamed with the adrenaline of panick once the ghostly king began to run towards him!

the young cultivator screamed in fear as he ran from him on the other side of the pillar while the green king chased him! how did he even end up in such a situation! he couldn't possibly fight off a ghost king and he surely didn't even want to try!

“ Please forgive me ancestor! forgive this one please, I didn't know about your attack on chang - gege!! I would never sabotage you on purpose!! ”

running in circles with a entire GHOST KING on his tail. lan yuan was pray to the gods for a savior!! “ STOP CHASING ME, GREEN GEGE!! YOU CAN'T HAVE THIS ONE'S BONES!! THIS ONE WILL TELL ON YOU!! ”

⋆ ʚɞ ࣪ . ┊ @miridicalkalon is gonna get eaten!

" YOU- DOG FUCKING LITTLE WEN BITCH! " He hollered angrily after the child, teeth bared and face contorted with unbridled indignation. This kid DARES to bite HIM??!!?? Now that is crossing the damned line! Qi Rong followed and spat out profanities left and right, offended to the core that a shitty cultivator kid would sink it's nasty teeth into HIM! A PRINCE, A GHOST KING! " ACCIDENT THIS, ACCIDENT THAT! HMPFH! YOU THINK HIDING BEHIND A PILLAR WILL SAVE YOUR SKIN?! THINK AGAIN! THIS ANCESTOR WILL KILL YOU, THEN EAT ALL THAT MEAT OFF YOUR NASTY BRITTLE BONES! "

[wifiwuxians]

Tag Someone You Want To Know Better!

i stole from birthday bean @crimsonrainseekingflower 🎉

Favourite Color: it's so hard to choose but i really love the red-blue gradient especially

Last Song: feel by robbie williams, it gets stuck in my head at random

Last Movie: la llorona by jayro bustamante (seriously watch this one and not the other ones LOL)

Currently Watching: 30 coins, d.gray-man and about a billion other shows w/ my bestie @sugarapplebaby & rewatching digimon tamers and code lyoko...

Currently Reading: the sweetness at the bottom of the pie by alan bradley and assorted fics by corduroyserpent on ao3 loL, as well as erma (and waiting on everything is fine to update, too)

Currently Listening: ultra rare vol 2 by mystery skulls

Currently Working On: the last chapter of my qi rong/wen chao fic (it'll be done by halloween!) and several drawings... no plans to start any new fics at the moment but definitely art planned :p as well as a certain event for a certain frosty daozhang

Current Obsession: song lan, always, and the don't feed the muse ARG series by alex bale

Tagging: my regulars @aoxue @littleragondin @sugarapplebaby @heyholmesletsgo @meiilan @phantomhydeoftheopera and anyone who lays eyes on this 👁

[divinity-shackled]

the scrap immortal, third time entering the heavenly capital.

independent roleplay blog for a handful of tgcf characters, namely xie lian, he xuan, mu qing, shi qingxuan and qi rong. written by hermes, she/her, age 25+, est. an 18+ blog, oc and crossover friendly, minors and personals don’t interact.

— info. / muses. / prompts.

… you called for the wrong person.

[rubideaux]

CUP FOR HX  –  for the sender’s muse to cup the receiver’s face, and brush their thumb along the receiver’s cheek.

theirs is a diadem forged from the scorching ire of tonglu ,   a fine trophy crafted from the trampled backs of nameless ghosts and demons who were deemed unworthy of the title of ghost king ,   a valley of congealed blood ,  a jewel of the unholy divine that refused to wash away in the scorched earth of the ancient furnace ---- proof of a reign that rivals the most haughty of heavenly officials ,  anointed by the lava and spat out of the maw.  he xuan was known for their pit - less desire ,    for vengeance ,   of hunger ,  to fill an emptiness that had laid calcified ‘tween their ribs and the capital of their unbeating heart. this is ,   after all ,  the kind of desire he xuan had brought with their undeath ── a desperation so potent ,   one that they felt both shame and exhilaration from.

not often does he xuan entertain such an unsightly display these days ,   this act now more renown to qi rong ,  no thanks to the green ghost’s meddling.  however ,   when the seas of their domain roil with unrest ,   he xuan would very nearly get swallowed in its currents ,   its white capped waves lapping along their figure ,   as if he xuan was merely part of its seafoam ,  rather than the master who commanded. fingers buried and bloodied into the audacious ghoul’s stomach ,   the black water demon xuan’s appetite is ravenous ,    and he xuan’s hunger could not be abated until they have swallowed up even the husk of the ghoul’s spiritual core ,  (  paying no heed to the unwitting audience ,  standing in auspicious red and watching as the ghost before him who shrouds themself in black dye their bloodless skin red. with slaughter ,  with hunger.  )

they bite ,   they devour ,  tip their head back to the overcast sky as blood and flesh paints their mouth ,     windswept tendrils spreading around their form. swallow ,   roil ,   feel the measly ghoul’s power become their own until all that’s left is dust in their palms , flesh and the metallic taste of blood settles against their tongue , buries their hand into a pool of crimson until the vortex of their own hunger cedes ,   and the seas calm and lap against the shore of the island in a rhythmic push and pull. he xuan stands up on unsteady feet ,  swallowing their fill ,  bare feet digging into the sand as they sway and fight against the wind’s merciless howl.  a hand comes up to grasp their arm ,  pulling them flush against his form ,   and he xuan’s downcast gaze trails up the silver vambrace to lock with the eye of the all too familiar individual. 

“   crimson rain.   ”   he xuan’s voice is hoarse ,   eyes narrowing to level him with a dull glare ,  “   what are you doing here.   ”   hua cheng doesn’t respond ,  ample visage softening into something that he xuan feels unworthy of seeing ,   it softens his usual sharp and smug expression ,  and he xuan spares him the courtesy ,   turning away to look at the dark sea ahead of them instead. ah ,   how rude of them ,   he came at such an inconvenient time ,   and he xuan had yet to clean the remains of their unorthodox banquet.  

their gaze twists back to focus on hua cheng’s when they feel the cool fingers brush against their cheek ,   where the blood is slowly drying ,   it inevitably stains his palm ,  and he xuan jerks against his hold ,   wanting to escape ,  before hua cheng’s palm engulfs their face ,   thumb smoothing along their lip ,   smearing crimson on his digit ,  then idly brushing along their cheek. 

“   messy.   ”   he croons ,  melodious voice so sure ,  glowering over the raging sea. and then:   “   you do look good in red.   ” 

he xuan scoffs ,  makes no move to detach his hands from their form ,   instead leaning into it in spite of the mess they must look like before him.  “    if you have come here to needlessly wax poetry about unnecessary shit ,   i will throw you out.   ”  

hua cheng lets out a breathy laugh ,   and then fingers curled around their arm unfurls ,   coming to rest against the back of their neck ,  it feels of cool jade ,  a familiar warmth that he xuan has grown familiar with, worn them down in the centuries. his fingers tug gently at the tangles of their windswept tresses , rivers of inky black resting between each digit , never failing to make he xuan shudder.

“   throw me to the sea how many times you wish ,    i’ll float anyways.   ”  he jests ,  and before he xuan could respond with their own brusque tongue ,   he surges over and presses his lips flush against theirs.  he xuan feels the severity of his own desire to devour as he takes ,   push ,  pull ,  and he xuan might as well be melded into him ,   a boat lost to his ravenous sea ,   smearing the evidence of their earlier activity onto his lips.   it takes he xuan to push a bloodied hand against his chest ,  dried and crusted against the tips of their fingers to pull away for air they don’t need ,   then frown ,  and without thinking of their next action ,   lifts that very limb to hover over where the imprints of crimson stain hua cheng’s countenance.  

“   shit ,   we ought to clean up this... mess.    ”   they offer a fleeting glance to the ghoul ,    then back to the other ghost king’s anticipating expression.   “   ...you can do whatever you wish after ,  just. let’s get clean.   ”

[resolutepath]

“ hey i got something for you look! ” holds up middle finger , sorry but hua cheng had to deliver this to qi rong, i don't have a say

"HUA CHENG, YOU ONE-EYED SNAKE!" His brow furrows, lip quivering with barely constrained outrage as a hand flies dramatically to the side. Qi Rong leans forward where he stands in the measly cave he's been able to claim as territory, sneering as green eyes narrow, wondering why this butterfly bound oaf can't leave him be and chase his favourite snow lotus instead of bothering him. The crude gesture still lingers and the hand at his side balls into a fist.

"Truly a mark of your upbringing to resort to such petulant and crass tactics. Are you so bored that you have stain my air with your stench?" The insults roll off his tongue with his usual sharp bite, brave all the time that distance remains between them. "Has my dear cousin finally tired of you? Do you miss his heavenly light warming your bed?!"

A smirk remains as he throws his head back and laughs, the sound a discordant twang of sanity snapping thread by thread, an unhinged raucous chorus of a party of one. It's ugly, and uncomfortable to listen to, but he does not care, laughing until he might almost think his eyes might leak before he catches a hold of himself.

"If you miss him so much, I might have a statue or two left you could use. A pretty fixture for your palace if you wish to stare upon him. He makes a better footrest if you ask me." Always too far, always too much, and when footsteps lead that glare closer to him he scurries backwards, putting more space between them with scowl in place once more.

"WHY can't you ever take a joke? Has every inch of humour left your body? You are as uptight as those ridiculous heavenly officials, PRANCING AND PATROLLING as though this is all of yours to claim!! There's more Ghost Kings you know! Why don't you ever go drown in Black Water's seas and reduce his territories. Do you know how long remodelling takes?!" His voice raises into a shrieked crescendo; arm shaking as he points painted nails directly at the other wishing he had not sent so many ghosts out to collect dinner so he might at least offer them up as sacrifices to Hua Cheng's ire in a bid to escape.

Unfortunately this time it looks like he'll be rebuilding his avatar. Again.

[coreofgold]

Well, that was fast. "Mn, thank you." Usually this is the part where Ban Yue says you too but she's sure no on will like that. "Are you only asking to gather intel?"

"well, good luck with the stupid shit this place pulls." he doesn’t much care about what happens to the kid, but checking in on the rest of the ghosts lets him get a bit of an idea of what the hell is happening around here.

[coreofgold]

“ Celebrate while you can. ” qi rong and lang ying

Very old meme || @tragcdysewn

Lang Ying rubs his bandaged hands at that. "Why. . .why does that sound like a threat?" Does he have to stick his muqin on him? Because he will!

[irresistiibles]

@tragcdysewn asked: 📱gu zi and qi rong

your muse's contact name in mine's phone

dad 👻

my muse's contact photo for yours

here

how often our muses text each other

regularly. gu zi likes texting. he finds it fun and novel and likes checking in with qi rong, or updating him on his day. having a father figure who wants to hear about his day is also fun and novel for gu zi okay let him enjoy himself.

a text my muse never sent

gu zi → dad 👻 : i wish you'd be more careful. i don't want someone to beat you up again.

the last messages my muse did send

gu zi → dad 👻 : you'll have dinner with me tonight right?? gu zi → dad 👻 : i've been practicing some new recipes gu zi → dad 👻 : which means you can't fill up on people beforehand!!!!

[jayktoralldaylong]

TW: Thinking of traumatising TGCF things. TGCF BOOK 2 SPOILERS

I always wondered, when reading the book, why Hua Cheng was so damn violent to Qi Rong. Downright detested him and it was beef that surpassed just the insults to Xie Lian. Then I remembered what Qi Rong did with the carriage and it all made sense. Thinking of how the whole thing would have gone down.

Qi Rong tearing through town, shouting about how he's looking for a little bandaged boy that fell during the festival. People don't like Qi Rong but they like the trouble he brings less. So everyone joins hands and points him in the direction of where they last saw said kid.

Now baby Hua Cheng is by himself, recovering from the shock of his life and seeing the most beautiful man in the world. He's probably hiding behind a garbage of sorts. He gets word that someone from the palace is looking for him. A 'royal prince'. Of course he'd immediately assume that it's Xie Lian. Baby Hua Cheng rushing out, calling out to the carriage that he's here. He's so excited. Face flushed, heart beating excitedly, the person hops down from the carriage........and smashes a fist into his little face. 💔

For a kid, Hua Cheng is really strong and durable but he's also still a kid who's just gotten the shock of his life. 🥺 He goes down fast and realises this isn't the guy he was expecting and that he's in danger, but he's small. He can't get away fast enough. More punches come down (cause I'm pretty sure Qi Rong beat him silly first for daring to interrupt his cousin's golden moment). Once he's sure he's done enough, he picks up the kid. Hua Cheng is shivering and all but the blows have stopped. He thinks he's okay and that he can try to crawl away now, but before he can do that he's tossed into a sack. A sack connected to a carriage, a carriage that immediately takes off. 😭

Anyone. Anyone else, that was not Hua Cheng. That hadn't had a body used to suffering. Any other child....would have died before Xie Lian stopped the carriage. Poor Hua Cheng was too scared to uncurl when Xie Lian found him. It wasn't till after much coaxing. He was so battered and bruised that Xie Lian almost didn't recognise him. A child. Xie Lian was rightfully pissed. Yet when he tried to explain to his father what Qi Rong had done wrong, his father dared say Feng Xin hitting Qi Rong had more priority than Qi Rong nearly killing an orphan. "How dare a guard raise his hand against a prince? If this goes on how long till a revolution?" Sir, because the poor were ignored there was a revolution.

[cloudyevaa]

forget judging people's personality traits based on their zodiac sign, , , ask someone their favourite mxtx characters and that's all u need to know