(I’m reusing a lot of things, ik lol, I might edit things later I’m very indecisive so greetings always change constantly lol also this is a revamp)

TIME LINE:ANCIENT IMPERIAL CHINA.

It was a cold, cold winter in Shi'er, snow falling and piling up, Inside the Imperial palace, Mo Lian sits at his throne in the throne room, bored out of his mind.

Mo Lian could not go outside, for there was a snowstorm on going, but thank god there was a headed stone footrest under his feet, otherwise his feet would freeze to death in those boots of his, The women, concubines, surround him and his throne, he pays no mind, only staring at the two large ornate wooden doors, engraved with cranes and Chinese cloud paintings.

Suddenly, those very doors Mo Lian had his gaze on burst open as an Imperial ran in something— rather someone in his arms, The guard runs and kneels before the many steps leading to the throne. Before revealing what’s in his arms. A beautiful unconscious man, completely bare with nothing but a black blanket to cover him, draped over him like a cape. His hair is straight and soft, cut to shoulder length— maybe by a sharp or dull blade. The man is also covered in dirt and mud from head the toe. Then the guard speaks.

"I found him outside of the gates, passed out in the snow and shivering."