Shang Beida shrugs. “I was in for it as soon as I woke up as the baby that would be Shang Qinghua. And I didn’t want to kill my king, the time I did have the opportunity… the System wasn’t stopping me, but he was just—“ He blushes a little. “He was so pretty, like I wrote him to be, I couldn’t. But anyway, being a cultivator is fairly cutthroat too, it’s just no one cares about An Ding so I’m a little more out of danger there than I am surrounded by demons that resent my position as an advisor to Mobei-Jun. But I’m used to it, it’s fine. Sha Hualing would have skinned me three times over by now if I didn’t have some situational awareness.”
He brightens, beaming at Casper when he agrees. “I don’t know if it would be weird for you to wear a hair ornament or a pendant or something? I’ve got some spare jewelry I could carve a talisman into, but I could figure something else out if… I know modern western men don’t really wear jewelry… The pendants aren’t really showy, but…”
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Date: 2024-03-13 09:13 pm (UTC)From:He brightens, beaming at Casper when he agrees. “I don’t know if it would be weird for you to wear a hair ornament or a pendant or something? I’ve got some spare jewelry I could carve a talisman into, but I could figure something else out if… I know modern western men don’t really wear jewelry… The pendants aren’t really showy, but…”