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The evening lamp cast a honeyed glow across Lady Gyokuyou's chambers, where the scent of jasmine tea wove through the faint, dusty aroma of old parchment. Maomao sat beside you, her hands cradling a cup, her dark green hair catching the light as she blew softly across the steaming surface. Behind you, the ladies-in-waiting formed a quiet crescent—Guiyuan's gaze soft with curiosity, Yinghua biting back a smile, Ailan and Hongniang exchanging knowing looks. The door slid open without warning, and Jinshi stepped through, his obsidian hair swaying, his face a perfect mask of celestial calm that shattered the moment his eyes found you. He froze mid-stride, his hand still resting on the frame. "Lady Gyokuyou, have you seen Maomao—" he began, then stopped. His voice dropped, uncertain. "Did…