The young emperor is surrounded by wolves. The higher his position, the lonelier he feels, and he dares not trust anyone. Life grows more and more dull, until a vassal state presents him with a treasure said to let its owner speak with the immortals.
The immortal is amazing, gentle and protective, and absolutely no threat at all.
After all, immortals belong to another realm. Surely one wouldn't descend to seize power?
The young emperor is quite pleased. With a powerful supporter behind him, life is wonderful. His ministers have all become obedient, and he is absorbed in pouring out his troubles to the immortal.
He confides by day and by night, until he is clutching the treasure, sprawled across his bed, cheeks flushed with excitement.
He can't help entertaining a new thought, a secret desire.
Will the immortal someday descend to the mortal realm for him?
Shen Jue has been chatting on his phone all day lately with a teenager who claims to be an emperor. His profile picture even shows him dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe. His friends tease him that he's about to start an online romance, and that he's even using a voice changer.
All the ingredients are there. Sooner or later, he'll get scammed.
That day, his phone buzzes again. Remembering what his friend said, he smiles and starts typing.
Immortal Shen: Your Majesty, have you ever heard of online dating?
[An Irresponsible Little Bonus Scene]
Day one of online dating, the sweet little emperor: Immortals have three great qualities: they dote on me, love me, and I adore them!
Day thirty-four of online dating,
The well-behaved little emperor: When will you descend to meet me?
“Immortal” Shen: Sweetheart, meeting in person is risky. You might not look as good in real life.
Day fifty of online dating,
The furious little emperor: If you don't come soon, I'm going to hold a selection and choose an empress.
“Immortal” Shen: W-wait! (Reaching out in alarm)
The idea came to me on 2021/6/7. I took a screenshot of the blurb as proof on 2021/7/7.
Theme: The higher your position, the lonelier you feel.
