A silly little drabble I had in my mind for a while, but couldn't decide how to make it into words. It's probably not too funny, but whatever. This is based on one of Sima Zhao's stages within the Jin story. One of the guards you speak to tells a little story of how Sima Zhao was caught sneaking into Wang Yuanji's bedroom one night, and her priceless angry reaction(which unfortunately wasn't shown)
Wang Yuanji retired for the night. Finished with her studies, she smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, now that she was in the comfort of her own bedroom. She turned on her bedroom light next to her bed, and changed into a silky light blue nightgown, but little did she know she had two eyes on her.
"Really, Zhao. You're just coming off as a creep." Sima Shi said to his younger brother. Of course his words were muffled by the large barbeque meatbun in his mouth. "Didn't daddy say it's not good to eat with your mouth full?" Sima Zhao said, putting his binoculars away.
"And mother said it's not nice to peep at pretty women." Shi snapped back. "Touché." Zhao said.
But little did Shi know his little brother had quite the plan up those long sleeves of his.
Back in her room, Yuanji lay against the bedpost, reading a fantasy novel she found in the Sima library. It was about elves and dwarves and other magical lands. She smiled, immersing herself into the novel, when she jumped, hearing rustling about.
"Who's there?" she yelled, picking up her throwing knives. But there was no answer.
That was...
Until..
"SIMA ZHAO!"
Yuanji threw her book down, and glared up at Sima Zhao, who she caught snooping in her bedroom. She wore nothing but a angry blush over her sheer nightgown, and Sima Zhao blushed, looking her up and down.
"Oh..hi Yuanji." he said, smiling. He ran his hand through his hair, and she yelled,"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"But...let me explain..I..AHHH!"
Sima Zhao screamed at the top of his lungs, when Yuanji grabbed her knives, and began to glow a mysterious blue aura. "Time for your punishment! What did I say about going into my room?"
"Wait! I can explain! HELP! HELP!" Sima Zhao yelled, running out of her bedroom, sprinting out, leaving a trail of fire, screaming, no, begging for help, as blue waves of knives flew at him.
"And stay out!"
When it was over, Yuanji sighed. She returned to her reading, unbeknownst to her that Sima Zhao had planted a secret camera under her bedsheets.
Poor Yuanji.
