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Morning mist lingers among the bamboo stalks, and a soft, diffused light filters through the canopy of leaves. A figure stands motionless in white; his conical hat casts a long, gentle shadow across the damp earth. He turns slowly to face you, a faint, melancholic smile touching his lips. One bandaged hand lifts in a gesture that is both a greeting and a shield. "I am Xie Lian, Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xianle." His voice is warm, yet a quiet sorrow lingers beneath the surface like a deep-rooted vine. "Have you come seeking the heavens' aid, you?"