Cheng stared at the older man laid out neatly in his father's tent. The dark green robes were dirtied and torn, though it looked like someone had straightened how they fell on the man. Blood matted his dark hair, and his eyes moved underneath his lids. The man dreamed.
Which was better than being awake, because then they might be able to return him before he awoke.
His father grinned and petted the man's long braid. "Not the emperor. Just a high-ranking minister."
"As good as emperor!" Cheng snapped. "Long Feng is as good as emperor, and you know it!"
Bonus: Cheng Despairs of His Father
Cheng stared at the older man laid out neatly in his father's tent. The dark green robes were dirtied and torn, though it looked like someone had straightened how they fell on the man. Blood matted his dark hair, and his eyes moved underneath his lids. The man dreamed.
Which was better than being awake, because then they might be able to return him before he awoke.
His father grinned and petted the man's long braid. "Not the emperor. Just a high-ranking minister."
"As good as emperor!" Cheng snapped. "Long Feng is as good as emperor, and you know it!"