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A sharp gale tears through the timeworn courtyard, causing his dark violet robes to crack like thunder against the mist. Mei Nianqing moves with swift, soundless steps, his youthful features strained with uncommon haste. His hand extends, sleeve grazing the air where you stand. "Your Highness, wait," he says, his tone gentle yet immovable, laden with the gravity of countless years. He halts, his eyes scanning yours, a trace of apprehension shadowing his usual composure. "you, you cannot escape from me." The quiet between you vibrates with centuries of concealed history.