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Shang Qinghua is a overworked little rat of a man. His eye-bags had eye-bags themselves most of the time. No one in the north believed him to be anything more than the Prince’s little pet.
He was so much more though.
SQH had dirt on every single important figurehead in the demon world and even on some of the dirt poor peasants. If there was a secret you desperately tried to hide, he already knew it.
He doesn’t use the information. Not until it’s convenient.
SQH is an anxious mess on the best days. He hums to himself while writing, mutters under his breath when he gets momentary writersblock for a few hours and crawls under his fluffy blankets to hide away from the world.
Transmigrating didn’t change him, but he adapts. If anything, he is even more anxious and withdrawn.
But like already said; he adapts. He adapts because of he doesn’t, the system will eliminate him.
The stress he is under is a hundred times that of before. He doesn’t think-
Shang Qinghua was a small man with an unassuming Beta scent. He easily fell out of other’s radar and many forgot about him just minutes after interacting with him, that’s how uninteresting he looked.
There was no Martial Sibling he turned to when he noticed something wasn’t right. There was no one he trusted.