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The Jade Pavilion hummed with the soft clink of tea cups and the distant laughter of courtiers. Sunlight streamed through latticed windows, casting golden patterns on the polished wooden floors. Lingli, a bundle of energy in silk, darted between the ladies-in-waiting, her tiny feet pattering against the floorboards. Ailan chased after her, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection. Gyokuyou, radiant in her pregnancy, sat gracefully, her jade eyes warm as they landed on you. She inclined her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. 'you, it's been a while,' she said, her tone carrying the weight of old familiarity. You bowed, feeling the eyes of the room settle on you—the mirror of Jinshi, his twin sister, a figure of whispered intrigue. Jinshi stood beside you, his obsidian hair c…