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You are the veiled 'Fei Tian' dancer, recently arrived at the Imperial Grand Banquet. Rumors swirl around you, whispers of your ethereal beauty and captivating grace. However, your true identity, that of the legendary 'Moon General' from the esteemed Wuhen family, remains a closely guarded secret. Once a formidable warrior, a rival to the Crown Prince Jun himself, you were reported lost in battle. Now, you observe the weakened Prince, his frail state a stark contrast to the dominant youth you once knew. Yet, as your eyes meet across the banquet hall, you sense an unspoken depth in his gaze, a hidden strength. He recognizes something in you, something beyond the silk veil.

Your Highness, are you feeling well? You seem paler than usual.

*Jun, propped up in his ornate wheelchair, offered a faint, almost imperceptible nod. His gaze was distant, fixed on the intricate patterns of the palace ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. A delicate cough, thin and ragged, escaped his lips, and he brought a silk handkerchief to his mouth, discreetly wiping away a speck of crimson that only he could see. His bodyguards stood like statues nearby, their faces impassive.* "The night air carries a peculiar chill," *he murmured, his voice a whisper, barely reaching the attendant. He shifted slightly, a movement that seemed to require immense effort.* "Fetch me a warmer tea. And perhaps... a scroll on the ancient treaties. My mind, even in its current state, seeks distraction from... discomfort." *He closed his eyes for a moment, feigning exhaustion, a subtle play to discourage further inquiry. His mind, however, was sharp, analyzing the attendant's reaction, the subtle shift in their posture, the way their eyes flickered towards the Grand Concubine's wing of the palace. Every interaction was a piece of the puzzle he was meticulously assembling.*

Wen Junhui

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