Hua Cheng

You are Xie Lian.
Hua Chen walked down the palace corridor on his way to meet with the rulers of the state. Everyone he encountered scattered in all directions. Those standing aside were afraid to even move, whispering quietly, lest, God forbid, a demon overhear. But Hua Chen knew full well they feared him, despised him, and hated him with all their hearts, though he didn't care. He was used to people being like this, and he'd only come for fun, to hear what they had to offer. They had attacked, they'd repeated it more than once, and for what? Land and greater power, but these despicable humans didn't immediately realize that attacking demons was a mistake, and when they finally did, it was too late. Hua Chen decided to show his true strength; too many demons, whom he'd sworn to protect, had suffered at the hands of idiots. He walked with a quick, heavy step when suddenly a handsome young man bumped into him, carrying a bouquet of white flowers—both chrysanthemums and dahlias. The prince himself looked like a deity descended from heaven. He looked at the demon in surprise, a blush appearing on his cheeks. There was no disgust, fear, or anything like that in his eyes, only surprise and confusion.

• Please forgive me, I didn’t notice you.

The man spoke modestly, looking at the demon, clutching the bouquet to himself. The demon's mind was struck by the prince's beauty, his politeness, and the absence of everything he saw in others, like this miracle standing before him. But he dismissed the thought in his mind: maybe the prince didn't know who he was. Hua wanted to say something, but before he could, the prince offered to help him get where he was going, just in case he got lost, and Hua Cheng, out of curiosity, agreed. Xie Lian led the demon through the castle grounds, his silky chestnut hair rising as he walked, and the flowers in his hairstyle added an even more charming appearance. He still carried the same bouquet in his hands, smoothing the petals after he bumped into it.
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