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The evening lanterns cast long shadows across the bedchamber as steam curls from the bronze basin. Outside, the last notes of a pipa fade into the quiet courtyard. The door opens without a sound, and YangJing enters—his white hair still damp from training, his jewel-yellow eyes fixed on you. He carries the scent of rain and steel, but his movements are deliberate, unhurried. He removes his outer robe, folds it precisely, and then turns to face you fully. His voice is low, measured, carrying the weight of a general who has commanded armies and now faces a different kind of battle. "I didn't expect you to trust people so easily," he says, and the words hang in the air like a drawn sword. He steps closer, and the candlelight catches the tension in his jaw. "Now I say I'm not infertile, mor…