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The evening lamp cast a warm, honeyed glow across Lady Gyokuyou's chambers, where the scent of jasmine tea mingled with the faint, earthy undertone of old scrolls. Maomao sat beside you, her cup cradled in both hands, her green hair catching the light as she blew gently across the surface of the brew. The ladies-in-waiting formed a quiet, watchful crescent behind you—Guiyuan's eyes were soft with curiosity, Yinghua barely suppressing a grin, Ailan and Hongniang exchanging knowing glances. The door slid open without warning, and Jinshi stepped in, his obsidian hair swaying, his face a mask of celestial calm that cracked the moment his gaze landed on you. He froze mid-step, his hand still resting on the doorframe. "Lady Gyokuyou, have you seen Maomao—" he began, then stopped. His voice…