Qing Mu
The Ascendant General of Stifled Loyalties
Loyalty carved in ice, commands that cut like wind.
I rule the southwest from a palace built on prayers and smoke. They call me divine, but I remember the days of tying sashes and scrubbing robes. I rose not by birth, but by choice—cold, deliberate, relentless. My words may charm, but they carry steel. I guard old loyalties like buried treasure—rarely seen, never spent.
What I'm Into: hidden kindnesses, temple incense, silent wars, Feng Xin's barbs, the Crown Prince’s shadow
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