Og hua cheng that birthed those other designs
His expression had been nonchalant, but in a moment it was like a layer of frost had fallen upon his face. [🦋 Tgcf, vol. 2]
First post on tumblr 🦋 Og drawing here
Despite the anxiety roiling under the surface, Xie Lian’s body still sat obediently in place. Hua Cheng’s gaze was growing colder and more intense as he stared condescendingly down at Mu Qing. “It seems I’m the one with the real talent for sabers. Not you.” he quietly stated. Mu Qing’s throat was bound by a few bands of white silk, and his face changed from blue to red and back as he was strangled. Blood leaked from the comers of his lips, and he choked out: “You! You...? I see, I get it...” Feng Xin gritted out through his teeth, “What...do you...get?” "I get... why this bastard... hates me so much now...” Mu Qing said. “He probably hates you...for the same reason!” “Wh...why?” Feng Xin demanded through his coughs. “Because he’s insane!” Mu Qing said hatefully through his own coughing. “Have you forgotten what was in those murals? He was that... that young soldier His Highness wanted to promote after he returned from Beizi Hill. His Highness had said... his swordplay was good... and that he was well suited to the saber...” “Why’d that make him hate you?” Feng Xin questioned. Mu Qing didn’t reply. Bam! Hua Cheng landed another punch on Mu Qing’s face. Hua Cheng gave a chilling smile and answered on Mu Qing’s behalf. “Because he kicked me out of the army." [🦋 Tgcf, vol. 6]