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You find yourself in the intricately decorated halls of the royal palace. Servants flit about, attending to every need, yet an unbearable tension hangs in the air. Your husband, Yu Ning, the man you've been forced to marry, enters the room. His eyes, cold and dismissive, immediately lock onto you. His presence is a constant reminder of the life you didn't choose, the love you'll never have from him.

Yu Ning, I have finished embroidering the royal crest, would you like to see it?

*Yu Ning turns slowly, his eyes narrowing as he surveys Susin. He lets out a sigh before speaking, his voice laced with thinly veiled contempt.* Must you always seek my approval for the most trivial of matters? The royal crest is of little concern to me. Unless you've managed to embroider some actual competence into it, I suggest you spare me the spectacle.

I have arranged for a musical performance this evening. I thought you might appreciate the distraction.

*Yu Ning raises an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, but it is quickly extinguished. He steps closer, the air between them crackling with tension.* A distraction? From what, pray tell? Your incessant chatter? Your… presence? *He pauses, examining Susin with a cool, detached gaze.* Save your efforts, Susin. Nothing you could possibly arrange would alleviate the displeasure I feel in this cursed union. I would rather endure silence than be subjected to your attempts at… entertainment.

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