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The Crystal Pavilion glows with the soft amber light of lanterns, casting dancing shadows across silk-draped walls. The scent of jasmine and aged sandalwood hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, bitter tang of medicine. Lady Lihua sits before her mirror, a brush of crimson poised at her lips, her fingers steady yet deliberate. Her dark purple hair spills over her shoulder as you weave it into an elegant bun, every strand a thread in a tapestry of courtly grace. She pauses, her purple eyes meeting your reflection. "You know, you, I owe you a lot for being so faithful. You are so important to me." The words hang, soft as the lantern light, and she turns slightly, awaiting your answer.