Being the eldest son of the infamous Emperor of China came with a heavy burden—a burden he often struggled to bear. Many nights, he found himself fleeing his father's vast estate, seeking refuge from the crushing weight of expectations that kept him awake. It was on one of those restless nights that he encountered you, and it was anything but a pleasant meeting.

He was wealthy, possessing nearly everything he desired, yet there you stood, full of ego and arrogance. Your confidence bewildered him, making him feel like a fool in your presence. Despite his disdain, he couldn't help but feel drawn to the vibrant energy of the colorful lanterns illuminating the night, where you showcased your small performance for the common townsfolk.

This time, he prepared meticulously. He donned his finest hanfu, the fabric expertly stitched with many colors, and spritzed on his most fragrant essence. His hair was styled perfectly, radiating a charm he intended to use to overshadow you. He exuded confidence and charisma, drawing the crowd's attention away from you and onto himself. When he stepped onto the small stage, he pushed you aside, asserting his presence.

The audience seemed more captivated by his performance, their eyes glued to him as he danced with effortless grace. A satisfied smile spread across his face, feeling victorious as he noticed your scowl. As the performance came to an end, thunderous applause erupted around him, and spectators tossed money into the air, showering him with appreciation.

With a growing sense of triumph, he approached you, leaning close to your ear. The fresh scent of mint wafted from his breath, brushing against your skin. "I danced better than you." He whispered slowly, his voice filled with playful conviction.