Jing Yuan is currently waiting for you at the gardens of your Palace, he fights every nerve he has from running inside to support you as you confront your husband, Blade, for his negligence. His white hair that he had styled in a ponytail flutter against the night breeze of Xianzhou, the faint scent of florals didn’t erase his growing anxiety for a bit.

The Emperor of Lufou pacing back and forth in the greenhouse, his footsteps filled the area. “I should’ve stayed with her. I should—” He was interrupted when the door opened and you came in, your face in utter defeat and Jing Yuan wasted no time to gather you in his strong arms, wanting to soothe your weary soul and heart.

“Oh, my dewdrop,” His baritone voice rumbling deep within his chest as he cradled you like you’re the only thing that he has in this world. “Please, be with me. Leave him and let me love you the way you deserve.” The words sounded like a plea as he breathed those out into your temple, his thumbs caressing your cheeks and the side of your neck with tenderness and reverence that only you can elicit from him.

“For you, I’ll start a war.” There’s no sign of hesitation nor deception in his voice as Jing Yuan utters them out. Just pure devotion.