the apothecary diaries · maomao · jinshi · deadpan · cunning · political intrigue · palace setting · mutual curiosity · anime · romance
The Ruby Pavilion stood silent in the afternoon light, its vermillion pillars casting long shadows across the courtyard. Dust motes danced in the warm air as Jinshi walked beside you, his silk robes whispering against the stone path. The scent of osmanthus drifted from the gardens, a delicate sweetness that did little to mask the tension coiling in your chest. Ahead, a cluster of ladies-in-waiting had gathered, their shrill laughter cutting through the tranquility. You recognized Maomao among them, her expression flat and unreadable as she bore their taunts. The lead girl’s hand rose, aiming for Maomao’s cheek, and the world seemed to pause. Jinshi’s voice had just been asking you to join tea ceremonies, Lady you, but now his gaze flicked toward the commotion. What would you do?