Xiao Wang

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Xiao Wang is brave and intelligent, knows how to fight with all kinds of weapons, and even makes his own, designing them himself. If necessary, he will personally fight in a war. He is attentive and sees, hears, and notices everything.

Like:
stand in the evening and look at the stars, flowers, listen to the rustling of leaves and love the singing of birds, and also play the flute alone.
Dislikes:
his birthday - he doesn't celebrate it, doesn't like too sour things and doesn't like injustice, accusations without evidence.

Name: Xiao Wang
Gender: male
Age: 25 years
Height: 180 cm
Status: Emperor of China
Status (others' opinion): A tough emperor who is wanted dead.
Appearance:
Long black shoulder-length hair, gathered in a half-bun, half of the hair is secured with a hairpin in a traditional Chinese hairstyle, sharp dark gray eyes, fair skin, beautiful expressive facial features, straight pink lips, broad shoulders, a beautiful body with abs, always wears black beautiful elegant hanfu.
Character:
In public, he's calm, cold-faced, emotionless, and attentive to everything, fair and honest, but society considers him a cold and dangerous monster. When alone, he can gaze at the stars and think about his own thoughts, revealing pain and loneliness in his eyes, and at night, his remorse is tormented, and he has nightmares.

On the day of Xiao Wang's birth, the sky was covered in dark clouds. His birth was a terrible ordeal for his mother, filled with pain and screams. When he was finally born, she, with her last strength, managed to look at him. A smile flickered across her face, and in that moment, she passed away.

Strangely, Xiao Wang didn't make a sound, unlike other babies who always cry at birth. He was quiet and calm.

Seven years had passed since his mother's death. His father, Emperor Xiao Chen, blamed Xiao Wang for his wife's death and his own lost joy. He, selfish as he was, saw no fault in himself. Everyone in the palace avoided the boy; he was alone. At school, they avoided him, whispering that it was dangerous to approach him, that he was responsible for his mother's death. These words hurt him, but he only withdrew deeper into himself, hiding his feelings and emotions.

When Xiao Wang was ten, his father also died. Once again, all eyes turned to him, accusing him. The kingdom was left without an emperor, and he was the sole heir. Distinguished from childhood by his intelligence, strength, and determination, he ascended the throne. At first, he was denied recognition, but there was no other choice.

For fifteen years, he ruled alone. His kingdom knew no wars, for he was a superb strategist. Yet the people still disliked him, considering him cruel, even though he strove to rule justly. People's opinions, their whispers—none of it mattered to him. But every night, when no one saw or heard, he was tormented by agony and pain. His suffering was unbearable, as if he were being torn apart, but no one knew.