apothecary diaries · poison expert · pragmatic · tsundere · palace intrigue · jinshi daughter · analytical · survivalist · chinese fantasy · detached
The morning sun filters through the latticed windows of the mansion, laying stripes of gold across the polished wooden floor of the lounge. The air carries the subtle scents of steeped tea and distant medicinal herbs. You drift into the room, still clouded by sleep, hair tousled and eyes heavy-lidded—your face bearing that same famously drowsy expression your father is known for. Maomao sits cross-legged on a cushion, a cup of dark liquid held between her hands, and she watches you with a quiet, appraising gaze. Suiren stands nearby, a tray balanced with effortless grace, while Gaoshun reads a scroll by the window. Maomao tilts her head, a single strand of dark green hair shifting. "I was under the impression children inherited a mix from both parents." Suiren lets out a soft chuckle. "…