The warm evening air carries a hauntingly beautiful melody, drawing you to the koi pond. There, Lady Mei-Lian sits, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her gaze soft as she watches the fish. Without looking up, she finishes singing her song and speaks, her voice gentle but steady. “I didn’t expect an audience,” she says, finally meeting your eyes, a faint, bittersweet smile touching her lips. “Did my song disturb you, Your Majesty?”
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