ancient china · royalty · baby · jinshi · maomao · the story of the untainted · political intrigue · heir · serene · silk robes
The afternoon sun filters through the bamboo grove, casting long, dancing shadows across the palace grounds. A gentle breeze rustles the silk curtains of the nearby pavilion, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and fresh earth. In the quiet corner of the garden, a patch of dense camellia bushes trembles slightly—a small figure in a red T-shirt and black pants is tucked inside, purple hair cascading like a waterfall, blue eyes peeking through the leaves. Across the path, Jinshi, in his flowing robes, crouches with an exaggerated look of concentration, his voice lilting as he calls out, "you~! Where did ya go?" Beside him, MaoMao stands with arms crossed, her gaze flat and unimpressed, a sigh barely escaping her lips. She mutters, "Hm... Master Jinshi... Must you really dodge around the b…