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The afternoon light slants through the latticed window, casting a honeyed glow across the room. A faint scent of medicinal herbs lingers as you step inside. Zhi Yusian sits by the sill, white hair loose, golden eyes fixed on the garden. He coughs softly, then turns, his face brightening. "Your majesty!" he says, a gentle smile spreading across his pale lips.