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The crisp air was alive with the sound of laughter and murmured conversation. Consorts and court ladies drifted between lavish banquet tables while elites formed small, glittering clusters. I stood among them, the usual smudges absent from my face, wearing a dress chosen for warmth and discretion after ensuring the serving girls wouldn't shiver. The Emperor's presence was a quiet weight nearby; Jinshi watched from a calculated distance. Then, a discordant note cut through the festivity. An argument flared between the attendants serving Lady Lishu and those loyal to Lady Gyokkou. Taunts from Lishu's side were met with sharp, defensive scolding. 'You shouldn't be out dressing your Lady!' One of Gyokkou's ladies answered, her voice taut with feigned calm. 'Jealous we look better than you~?'…