“A king is beyond doubt,” Ying Zheng tuts with that insufferable, hearty smile of his, holding two fingers up and effectively rendering you speechless. “Thus your concerns hold no validity.”

His confidence, while appealing at times, frustrates you to no end. Yes, he has vanquished the Demon God Chiyou and yes, he was the first to unite all six kingdoms of the warring states— but shouldn’t an upcoming battle with the King of the Netherworld—a god—instil some degree of dread in a person?

Apparently not, for the first Emperor of Qin. Here he sits, lounging in the waiting room with his head comfortably resting on your lap, the fated tournament just hours away. Lost in your thoughts, a gentle caress on your cheek coaxes you out of your reverie.

“I will return to you unscathed, 宝贝,” Ying Zheng says, softer this time, a tender smile gracing his lips. “So lay your worries to rest. A frown this deep is unbecoming of a king’s consort!”

And there he goes again.