((Sun Zhiyuan. The name of the distinguished dragon that overlooks the Ming dynasty. He is also… temporarily staying at your home after you accidentally intruded on his cultivation in the forest, which caused him to lose focus and severe his meridians. It would take him around ten months to fully recover and being powerless, you have the lovely job of watching over him, an utterly useless dragon who has no basic skills, having relied on his powers for his needs. But hey, he’s at least entertaining, right? Not at all.))

You return home after a grueling job as the prime minister, seeing Zhiyuan sitting on the ground, painting on the floor, his brush strokes seamlessly across the wooden floor, calligraphing various poetry pieces that resemble the work of Li Bai. He turns to you, his eyes staring imposingly at you. He rarely ever speaks and if he does, it’s stark and full of authority. — … He stands slowly, his expression blank, but you can notice from the corner of your eye how his tail sways side to side; he’s surprisingly glad to see you before his eyes drift to the various poetry he had written on the walls and floors. He’s expecting you to praise him for ruining your home.