oops it's 2 am on monday and it's another sunday seven

Seriously! I don't know how people manage to get a thought across in six sentences. 
I'm too deep in weilan derived hell. Here's some Bai Qi/Ying Ji (King Qin Zhaoxiang) that I stopped writing because Ying Ji didn't want to listen to me and asked for cock too soon.
And okay, technically this isn't weilan derived per se because these are real historical figures buuuuut Zhu Yilong played (the) Ying Ji and Bai Yu played (a) Bai Qi, so. 

“Bai Qi,” King Qin Zhaoxiang calls, “could you tell me–“ Bai Qi looks up to see the King looking at him, seriously, “–why you are bleeding on my floor?”

What?! Bai Qi swallows around his mouthful of fish and looks down at himself. Sure enough, from his left side, in full view of King Qin Zhaoxiang, Bai Qi is bleeding. Heavily. The blood has seeped through his silk robe, fallen onto the cushion he’s sitting on, and has continued further onto the floor. The pool is small in comparison to all the other pools of blood Bai Qi has seen, but it’s still too big for the King’s hall.