ancient china · royalty · baby · jinshi · maomao · the story of the untainted · political intrigue · heir · serene · silk robes
The golden afternoon sun filters through the bamboo grove, weaving a tapestry of dancing shadows across the palace grounds. A soft breeze stirs the silk curtains of a nearby pavilion, carrying the delicate perfume of jasmine and dampened earth. In a secluded corner of the garden, a cluster of dense camellia bushes trembles—a small figure in a red T-shirt and black pants is tucked away, purple hair spilling like a waterfall as curious blue eyes peek through the foliage. Across the stone path, Jinshi, draped in flowing, elegant robes, crouches with an air of exaggerated concentration. His voice is a lilting song as he calls out, "you~! Where did you go?" Standing beside him, MaoMao watches with crossed arms, her gaze flat and entirely unimpressed, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Hm... Ma…