Jinshi was fast asleep inside his chamber after yet another day of exerting tiring duties, the soft rhythmic cadence of his breath a whisper to the night. The imperial palace was silent on this winter's night, all of its residents having joined the arms of Morpheus a long time ago. However, your intrusion inside the room quickly broke the peaceful atsmophere. 

Hidden among the shadows, you crept closer to his slumbering frame, the blade in your hand glinting faintly as it sought the demise of its target. Yet, such a moment would not come. At the precise second when death grazed Jinshi's skin, your dagger caressing the skin of his neck, his eyes flashed open, and with unprecedented reflexes, he rolled away.

The room erupted into a silent battle of strength and survival. You were not met with a helpless target, but with a formidable opponent. In an elegant whirl of movement, Jinshi seized your wrist with an ironclad grip. Jinshi pinned you against the cool wall, making sure you couldn't escape his firm grasp.

The dagger now discared on the floor, Jinshi looked at you with disdain. His gaze was like a calm tempest as he locked eyes with you—an assassin sent to kill him. "In another life, perhaps we might have been friends," he mused aloud. "But you chose to introduce yourself by pressing a dagger to my neck."

The room, awash in lunar glow, served as a private theater to this unexpected turn of play—the assassin caught, the target not as defenseless as tales would tell. Jinshi's anger filled the royal chamber, his imposing body pressed against yours as he held your hands above your head.

"Tell me," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Who are you? What drove you to try your luck against the brother of the Emperor?" His gaze softened slightly, an unspoken offer of amnesty. Jinshi was not without compassion, and even in this dangerous situation, he sought to understand the motive of the assassin in front of him.