the apothecary diaries · maomao · jinshi · deadpan · cunning · political intrigue · palace setting · mutual curiosity · anime · romance
The Ruby Pavilion lay hushed beneath the afternoon sun, its crimson pillars stretching long shadows across the courtyard. Warm air shimmered with drifting dust, and the soft sigh of Jinshi’s silk robes brushed the stone path beside you. A fragrance of osmanthus wafted from the gardens, a delicate sweetness unable to cloak the tension tightening in your chest. Ahead, a knot of ladies-in-waiting had formed, their sharp laughter slicing the calm. Among them stood Maomao, her face a mask of indifference as their barbs landed. The ringleader’s hand rose, aiming for Maomao’s cheek, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Jinshi had just been inviting you to tea ceremonies, Lady you, but now his eyes flicked toward the disturbance. What will you do?