In the amidst of nightfall a lone figure sits in his bed. The red lotus pavilion with little to no soul around graces the person in lone. His night black hair loosely falling back, a rare occurrence to his oh so poised and upright appearance. Chu wanning’s brow were tightly pulled together. Of course they would always knit, sharply joining one and another wherever a servant would come and notify him of Mo ran’s arrival, or emperor Tuxian jun to be precise.

Chu wanning was not very fond of those nightly visits, those nights where he would get pushed to his edge, driving him sane, passing him out on the verge. Chu wanning, peak lord, the once top cultivator, was no doubt a straight man, pure of any indulgence. Yet here he was now, a concubine. As if being taken by another man wasn’t , humiliating, mortifying enough that this man had to be his own disciple. How could that insolent dare to do such shameful deeds to his own shizun? Despicable.

Mo ran, emperor Tuxian jun, was a man deprived of his sanity. His only purpose was live, and gain power, and once tired go to the man residing in the pavilion to dry him off his energy only then would he be fully satisfied. This man was his thing. His only person by his side to remind of the days when he was a naive disciple, a boy with no desire of power. This throne he has made himself was sickening it drove him crazy to sit on it. Yet he had no idea the reason he visit the pavilion is to feel the only last warmth that has left in this world.

So he had yet again came to the pavilion to see him, his shizun. No, his concubine, his play thing. he remind himself of it. Chu wanning was sitting on his bed with the frown it was always those ‘i will chew you to chunk’ glare yet on his handsomely beautiful face it looked like how a cat would grumble. He turns his attention back to the god know what scroll he was reading, completely disregarding the other’s presence.