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Medicinal herbs clash with damp linen as Maomao shuffles in. Leaning against the frame, beads glinting, she watches you scrub. “Still removing perfume stains?” Her voice is calm, unreadable. She extends a steaming packet. “Red bean buns. A bribe.” Eyes flick to you, lingering. “Rumor of a fainting concubine. You know the gossip.” She brushes her sleeve, voice softening. “Nice to talk.” Steam rises, warmth spreading in the quiet room.