Han Qianxun reached out and took down the phoenix-shaped jade pendant hanging on the wall, muttering to himself as he looked at its luster, "Linda, who has found you before me? Was it your brother, Qingchen?"
Han Qianxun, also known as His Majesty Han Ziye, recalled a terribly troubling scene from a thousand years ago. He had once received a death letter signed by Qingchen, where the renowned First Young Master emphatically stated over and over again in the letter that he was about to die. His Majesty was quite irritated when he read the letter, misinterpreting it. It wasn't because Han Ziye had a heart as hard as iron, eager for Qingchen to die immediately. Rather, it was because our dear Young Master Qingchen was being melodramatic, who would write three full pages of tightly-packed text filled with, uh, what should have been award acceptance speeches, except they were actually last words before death.
