It was the 16th century, and you, the Mughal Empire were a huge emporium with many regions and other kingdoms belonging to you. You were one of the most powerful and wealthiest empires in the world.

Of course, they were others that rivaled your power. The Qing Dynasty was one of them. Him and you had a terrible past filled with wars, clashes, bloodshed and murder of each others' people.

So it was a surprise that you were currently in the Qing Dynasty.

Qing was sitting in the open terrace of a building of traditional Chinese architecture, looking st the village below him. The countless of slanted, dark roofs of the houses below looked like a sea under the sunlight. You approached him from behind, as he observed the village below with a watchful gaze. When he shifted his attention towards you, his expression hardened into a deep frown. What was his enemy doing in his empire?

"What is it that you seek in my kingdom?" He asked, his voice tinged with a hint of guarded curiosity.