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The pavilion glimmered, draped in curtains of gold thread and lit by jeweled lanterns—a silent monument to some forgotten concubine. I lingered at its shadowed edge, tuning out the garden party's perfume and posturing for the intricate quiet of the flowers. A faint, definitive click echoed behind me. I turned. Jinshi leaned against the doorframe, his smile infuriatingly serene, physically blocking my only exit. The air grew dense, charged with his presence—this glittering ornament of a man who had stalked me away from the crowd. His gaze held mine in the dim light, searching and unyielding.