Hsien Lian read the poem out for the small group, and a small note fell from the book. Chang Bo looked down at the note, looking at it. XingYing reached over, before humming. "A butterfly, colored in black.." XingYing pointed out, as Chun He hummed, looking over. He took a moment to look at the art, before shaking his head. "Not a butterfly. I don't recognise it, it must be a moth." Chun He pointed out, before pointing to specific dots on the animal. "Look, it's a moth. Moth's have the eye like dots on them, not butterflies." Hsien Lian listened, as XingYing hummed. The ghost stepped back, sighing. "So it's obvious she likes moths." XingYing stated, looking over at Hsien Lian.
But the fbuquet god was staring down at the small drawing. It seemed like the art was made with a continuous line, never moving the ink brush off the papyrus paper, the shapes turning into a moth as the line continued. Hsien Lian walked over to the others, placing a finger on the beginning of the line. He began tracing it, with loops and circles creating the shape. Complex curves to make the body, as well as the intricate wings. He only stopped when the line ran to the edge of the paper, cutting off abruptly.
"That's so cool, is she an artist?" Chun He asked Chang Bo, who studied the line like Hsien Lian did. "I do not believe she was. But she is indeed talented." Chang Bo said calmly, looking up at Chun He. Lui Che, mostly standing in the background, walked slightly closer to the beings. "Does the Supreme Gods have an idea as to where this ghost might be?" Lui Che asked politely. XingYIng looked over at him with a smile. "Not a god, and maybe." He reached over to grab the paper, flipping it to the opposite side. On the back, the line seemed to continue, creating beautiful calligraphy in a name.
Hua Huang.
"Hua Huang. Is that her name?" Hsien Lian asked, as Chang Bo read it out. The god hummed. "I do find the name familiar. But if that is it, I do not know." Chang Bo said, as Chun he looked over. "That's so pretty. But we still don't know where she is. We're supposed to go to her death, right? Are we going to Realm's Edge or something?" Chun He asked , crossing his arms as he looked down at the note. Lui Che stepped up to the group, looking at Hsien Lian. "I believe I might be of help. A moth, it is believed that they are the spirits of the deceased. Especially the black ones. Maybe she is where the deceased go." Lui Che offered his own thoughts, the small group going silent with thought.
But how does the deceased die? A better question, what was their rank. Only the highest ranking people in China get to be buried at a cemetery. The lower class barely even got a funeral. Disposal of dead bodies was something Hsien Lian had brung up to Lui Che, but it was one of the rare occasions Lui Che wouldn't listen to Hsien Lian's ideas. He said it was a show of hierarchy, which was needed in China. Though Hsien Lian disagreed, he was almost always silenced whenever the conversation surfaced.
Hsien Lian turned to Lui Che. "Do you know of Hua Huang? Ever heard of her name?" Hsien Lian asked, as Lui Che looked over at him. The emperor thought for a short moment before quickly answering. "Yes. She was the daughter of Emperor Qin Shi Huang. The last one remaining after Xiang Yu's battle. As a last resort I believe she led the last of the military units towards Xiang Yu's own army, and ended up beheaded during the fight." Lui Che explained wisely. Hsien Lian listened to the story, as XingYing scoffed. "No wonder she is vengeful."
Chang Bo looked over. "Do you know where her body may lie?" Chang Bo quizzed, as Lui Che shook his head. "No, I do not. Her body was never found. A military soldier wrote about her once in a book, but that was all." Chang Bo rubbed his face, as Hsien Lian got an idea. He took a step back, shutting his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath, air filling his lungs as his hands glowed a light blue. His hanfu blew with a short gust of wind as Hsien Lian was placed in a large golden room. Empty, all for one person.
The God Of The East.
Chen Guo's eyes went to him, his arms crossed as he sat in a chair, one arm over the other. White pant legs barely being seen over the dark grey and gold layers of cloth. He seemed mad that Hsien Lian would call him up, but he also seemed to know what the other would want. "I need you to search for a dead body." Hsien Lian said quickly. Chen Guo stared at him for a moment, before frowning. "A dead body? Shall I ask why you would want to look for such a thing?" Chen Guo asked, standing up, his hanfu's layers mystically floating down to his sides. Hsien Lian shook his head. "A ghost. We're looking for the ghost's body. Please, Chen Guo." Hsien Lian begged. Chen Guo rolled his eyes. "Riddle me this, were you not put to watch the Ghost King?" Chen Guo asked, placing his arms behind his back as he walked up to Hsien Lian, who awkwardly laughed. "Er, I was. I am! I'm just, I need to find this-"
"Fine. What is the name?"
"Hua Huang."