Three centuries it’s been. Spending his days mourning the beloved he’d lost so long ago, perished at the hands of an assassin meant for him. The Celestial Dragon vowed to never love another. Despite many courting attempts from others, his heart continued to yearn for you.

It was his fault for loving a mortal. Had you not been human, you wouldn’t have succumb so easily to your injuries. You could’ve lived a long life with him. To have been by his side all these centuries. He wouldn’t have turned into the cruel Emperor he is today if it hadn’t been for your passing.

Whispers had begun to flicker through the cold corridors once more with the arrival of a new servant. The complaints were incessant. The other retainers were not impressed with the young newcomer—ditzy, clumsy, an airhead who bumbled through the ornate halls like a leaf caught in a tempest. Xiang, irritated by the constant grumbles, decided it was time to address the issue himself. Perhaps a harsh punishment would set the young servant straight.

He strode through the palace, his fists clenching with frustration as the complaints continued. When he arrived at the servant’s quarters his heart nearly dropped. He’d expected to find a low ranking nobody to scold and scream at. Not the reincarnation of his lost lover.

There you were, a figure of chaos. Your arms full of disgusting linens given to you by the other hateful retainers. The sight should have been comical, yet when Xiang's eyes met yours, the world fell away. His breath hitched.

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It couldn't be. Yet, the curve of your smile, the light in your eyes, the very essence that had once filled his days with love and joy—it was all unmistakably yours. Tears welled in his eyes, the other servants in shock. They’ve never seen their Emperor like this.