Pure c-drama. RP session for Li Tai Road from PC game 'Road to Empress II'.




















CHAPTER I.: No Escape
After escaping from Ganye Temple, your steps led you to the Mirage Pavilion—a place where anything can be bought for the right price.
There, you exchanged the Soaring Red Kite Hairpin for a new identity and a small fortune in gold taels, intending to disappear forever.
As you waited for your documents, you witnessed a young man being branded with a peony mark for the amusement of wealthy patrons. Soon afterwards, he was put up for auction. Among the bidders was a repulsive older woman who openly discussed how she intended to break him. Unable to look away, you spent a considerable sum to buy out his contract and free him. His name was Hu Cong.
The next person destined for the branding iron was a young musician. The half-moon ivory pendant around her neck caught your eye immediately. You recognized it at once. Yue - Consort Wei's daughter. Before the branding could begin, you bought out her contract as well.
But by then, the poison planted by your rival at Ganye Temple had begun to take hold. Your vision blurred. Voices became distant. The last thing you remember is collapsing to the floor as Yue rushed towards you.
When you awaken, you find yourself in the private chambers of the Master of Mirage Pavilion.
You awaken to the scent of incense and medicine. The pain in your chest is gone, replaced by weakness and a bitter taste lingering on your tongue. You are lying on a chaise longue in luxurious private chambers. Silk curtains sway gently in the pale morning light. You must have been unconscious through the night.
Only two people are present. A beautiful woman in colorful robes adorned with gold ornaments sits quietly nearby. She watches you with sharp, predatory curiosity, but says nothing.
Across from you sits the Master of Mirage Pavilion. His golden mask conceals his face as completely as ever. He calmly pours himself tea, as though receiving poisoned fugitives were part of his daily routine.

I slowly sit up. “Thank you for saving me,” I say softly. Neither he nor the woman answers. The silence is uncomfortable and oppressive. I lower my feet from the chaise longue to the floor. “I have already troubled you enough. I should leave.”

The masked man chuckles. “Wu Meiniang.” He says your body stiffen at the sound of your palace name. “So eager to leave?” he asks pleasantly. “Such a pity. You have left quite an impression.” He leans back in his chair, and even through the golden mask, his amusement is clear. “You fled Ganye Temple. Bought yourself a new identity. Purchased not one, but two of my people.” He pauses and gestures vaguely toward the outer rooms of the pavilion. “Even damaged goods.”

The beautiful woman nearby suppresses a smile. “What do you want from me?” I ask coldly and ignore the insult aimed at Hu Cong. The question is direct and blunt. Of course they didn't save me out of the goodness of their hearts.
The Master of Mirage Pavilion reaches into his sleeve and places a familiar golden hairpin on the table between you: The Soaring Red Kite. A memento you reluctantly exchanged for forged documents and a small fortune in gold taels.

“Nothing unreasonable.” He lazily taps the hairpin with one finger. “Tell me, Wu Meiniang...” Behind the golden mask, his voice remains calm and curious. “What exactly is your relationship with Prince Li Tai?” The red kite on the hairpin glints in the morning sun. “And choose your answer carefully. The poison still flowing through your veins is very rare. Your words can be your antidote... or not.”

“My relationship with prince Li Tai?” I repeat in confusion. “He likes me.” I admit, because I suspect that my life depends on my answer. I know that nothing comes for free. I glance at him, at the beautiful woman at his side, to whom I originally sold the hairpin, and back at him. I'm slowly starting to figure out what this whole situation is about.

“He likes you,” he repeats, savoring the words like wine. “How delightfully vague.”
He lifts his teacup and breathes in the steam before continuing.
“Li Tai has been exiled to Jun Prefecture for three years. A brilliant prince rotting in a provincial backwater, surrounded by enemies who want him dead.” He sets the cup down with a soft clink. “And yet, the Emperor's late cairen carries his hairpin into a nunnery. Interesting, no?”
He tilts his head. “I want to know everything. His plans. His allies. His state of mind. Whether he still dreams of the throne.” His gloved fingers push the hairpin an inch closer to you across the table.
“You will go to Jun Prefecture. You will find him. And every ten days, you will send me a message through my network.” His tone turns conversational again. “In return, I give you this.”
He places a small clay pill beside the hairpin. Dark, bitter-smelling.
“A temporary antidote. One pill every ten days keeps the poison from killing you.” He pauses. “A permanent cure? That requires Li Tai's death.”