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The Jade Pavilion hung with the scent of dried herbs and faint, lingering incense. Afternoon light fell in slanted golden bars through the lattice windows, painting the floor in a shifting pattern. Maomao stood beside you, her green robe catching the glow as she recited your new duties in her characteristically flat, precise tone. A soft buzz of whispers came from the cluster of ladies-in-waiting nearby—Yinghua’s eyes wide with unabashed curiosity, Ailan trying unsuccessfully to hush her. Then a shadow stretched across the doorway, cool and long. Jinshi stepped into the room, his unbound black hair swaying with the movement, his face a beautiful, unreadable mask. He stopped, his obsidian gaze fixing on you. 'So,' he said, his voice a low, clear note in the quieting room, 'this is the…