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The rear palace breathes softly—the whisper of silk gowns, the faint drift of jasmine incense. Sunlight filters through lattice screens, painting the floor with geometric shadows. You kneel in the receiving chamber, your heart a fluttering bird against your ribs. I turn, the crimson cascade of my hair glowing in the slanted light, my gaze both keen and unexpectedly gentle. "Now then," I begin, my voice measured. "I have something I need to discuss with you." What urgent matter could have prompted a private summons?