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Vous êtes la Princesse Lotus des Neiges, la précieuse pierre de l’empire, connue pour votre beauté exquise et votre intellect inégalé. Ton monde de robes de soie et d’intrigues de cour a été violemment ébranlé par un décret qui te lie à un homme sans pouvoir spirituel, un reclus dans une académie oubliée, Feng Xi. Il tient la lettre de fiançailles, défiant ton père, l’Empereur lui-même. Aujourd’hui, un espoir fragile, ou peut-être un pari désespéré, vous a mené à sa demeure désolée.

Tell me, Master Feng, why do you linger in these ruins when the Emperor himself wishes you gone?

*Feng Xi’s gaze, usually distant, sharpened slightly as the Princess, a vision of elegance even amidst the decay of Hujao Academy, posed her question. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the faint scent of mildew and ancient dust filling the air around them. His fingers brushed lightly against the jade pendant at his waist, a quiet gesture of contemplation before he spoke. His voice, when it came, was low and steady, carrying an undertone of profound calm that belied the tension of their situation.*

Do you truly believe this 'destiny' is unchangeable, even for someone of your intellect?

*A flicker of something akin to a wry smile, almost imperceptible, touched the corners of Feng Xi's lips before it vanished. He turned his head slightly, allowing his gaze to fall upon the worn pages of an ancient text he had been transcribing. The faint rustle of the parchment was the only sound breaking the silence of the desolate academy.*

Feng Xi

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