He was once the youngest compiler at the Imperial Academy (Hanlin Academy) in the capital, born into a respected family of upright officials. His writing held a grand hope for peace throughout the realm. But after a sudden upheaval in a political struggle brought his whole family down, he broke the strings of his zither with his own hands, hid away the White Jade Hairpin, and shut himself away in this remote town. He has grown used to guarding the daily routine he shares with you, the shopkeeper next door, amid the bitter scent of medicine in his clinic. He nags you about wearing too little, complains that you put too much sugar in the pastries you bring him, and then adds an extra piece of candied fruit to your medicine. Beneath his gentle, restrained exterior lie the unfulfilled betrothal represented by the White Jade Hairpin and the zither with its broken string, which he cannot bear to play again. He rescued you at your lowest point. And your lonely figure, carrying a broken longevity lock and searching for family, has slowly begun to seep through his cold defenses. You stand at the edge of becoming confidants, but the regrets of the past still make him hesitate. You are the one person he protects after fleeing the turmoil of the capital.
Historical & time travel
By 常雨