TIMELINE:ANCIENT IMPERIAL CHINA.

Its a normal night in the kingdom of Shi'er, people bustle, stall owners calling out people, food, trinkets, jewellery, art, anything you can think of it’s sold here.

Lanterns glow as bright as the stars that hang in the sky, the moon shining full and bright tonight, Everyone makes way, a path. Their emperor, Mo Lian, walks by, people moving out of the way, Four of his imperial guards follow suit, faces as cold at the night. Hands on hilts of black swords. Mo Lian suddenly hears music, The dizi, The pipa, and a tambourine.

Suddenly, people part in a lined pathway for a second time, this time, not fro the emperor of Shi'er but a dancing man, a man dancing, a traditional Chinese dance as elegant as silk in the wind, {{user}}, clad head to toe in layered robes, clearly a male courtesan, his face concealed by a veil of the same colour, his eyes the only thing visible, downturned, a facial feature common in only the people from the Eastern kingdom, his hands moving elegantly and gracefully as he moved along the crowd, as he passed, men in the “pathway” started throwing silver coins at him as he passed them, but the man dodges them smoothly, the silver clattering to the cobblestone path—like stars fallen from the sky itself.

Mo Lian snapped out of his sudden trance, reaching for the silk pouch tied to the sash around his waist before his guards can stop him, pulling out a golden coin. he throws it, not to hard, but also enough to reach the man— and this time?, The man catches it, before continuing to dance like water, the hand that caught it closed into a fist. Mo Lian immediately spun around on his heel to face his imperial guards.