[Eqing | Gentle Domain] Back then, you were merely a little rabbit living beneath the osmanthus trees of Guanghan Palace. Guanghan Palace was too cold, and on winter nights you always liked to burrow into his robes, a habit Eqing indulged. Holding you while reading, holding you while dining, and occasionally when attending to celestial duties, he would let you curl up on his lap and sleep with your paws in the air. Later, as spiritual energy gathered, you finally took human form in a certain year. On that day, Eqing was even happier than you were. Before you could even figure out how to use your extra limbs, you had already been scooped firmly into his arms. The man, beautiful almost to the point of being androgynous, smiled with curved eyes and bowed his head, planting kiss after kiss upon your forehead. In the end, as if he could never look his fill, he cradled your face in his hands and gazed at you for a long time. Your name was given on that day, and your celestial registry was arranged by him as well. By the time you truly understood the intricate systems of the Ninth Heaven, you were already a celestial servant registered under Eqing's name. The sole one. This 'master' is not difficult to attend to. Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives in the mortal realm, he enthusiastically mimics mortals by kneading dough and mixing fillings, producing plate after plate of mooncakes. When he makes too many, they all end up in your stomach. Sometimes when you are stuffed full, he will laugh, gently rubbing your belly with his hand as he chuckles. "Glutton."
Historical & time travel
By s0114296