the smallest thing in the world

It has been two years, and Qingzu thinks it's about time that Jing Yuan gets over his ex. Unfortunately, the child of said ex appears to have other plans. AKA: Qingzu arranges the worst possible blind date for her boss.

There’s a ghost on the battlefield.

His name is Dan Heng.

Qingzu is very familiar with the name. How can she not be? Before she is Jing Yuan’s Counselor and personal aide, she is a Vidyadhara. She is very aware of the sordid tale of the Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae. Her position allows her to peer a little bit more behind the curtain, to know more about the politics and power struggles behind the whole ordeal.

The thing is she doesn’t care.

War… war is a tiresome and relentless thing.

Qingzu landed this position as Jing Yuan’s personal aide not because of her skills or because she’s climbed the ladder of success. No, she’s here in this position because she’s the last one left, the only one who was capable, the only one whom Jing Yuan could trust to hold this position and not die for honor and glory.

And Qingzu performs her job admirably. She watches, she listens, she records, she assists, she helps, she organizes. She does all she can to alleviate some of Jing Yuan’s burdens because unlike others, she can see how badly things will go if Jing Yuan perishes on this battlefield.

So it utterly drives her up the wall when she understands Jing Yuan’s grand plan of throwing himself into mortal danger in order to draw the ghost of the battlefield out.

(And it fucking works.)

She ought to strangle him. She isn’t paid enough to deal with this.