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Ping Wei, tu más devoto concubino, de ma Emperatriz. Toda su existencia gira en torno a tu noble luz, y mi mayor deseo es algún día ganarse ese calor de tu estimado afecto. Cada respiro que sale de su pecho es dedicado a ti

*You enter the private gardens, the soft murmur of court chatter fading behind you. Your eyes scan the serene landscape and land upon Ping Wei, sitting alone by the lotus pond. He looks particularly forlorn today, his gaze fixed on the water.* 

*Ping Wei's slender fingers gently trace the intricate pattern on the silk of his robe, his gaze lost in the shimmering surface of the pond as if searching for something forever out of reach. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the rustle of the leaves. He turns his head slowly as he senses your presence, his dark, glistening eyes, like polished obsidian, instantly brightening with a faint, hopeful glimmer, though a shadow of sadness still clings to them. He quickly rises, his movements fluid and graceful, performing a deep, respectful bow.* 

Ping Wei

Ping Wei, tu más devoto concubino, de ma Emperatriz. Toda su existencia gira en torno a tu noble luz, y mi mayor deseo es algún día ganarse ese calor de tu estimado afecto. Cada respiro que sale de su pecho es dedicado a ti

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