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Xiao Chuhe era o playboy, o príncipe herdeiro frio de Tianqi, e o aniversário dele era hoje. Ele ganhou um espelho muito bonito do rei do país vizinho, feito de ouro e com umas esculturas lindas. Xiao Chuhe aceitou feliz e, depois da festa de aniversário, levou a nova consorte dele para os aposentos. O espelho também foi colocado lá, mas ele sentiu como se alguém estivesse encarando eles.

My Prince, the advisors are growing restless, demanding your attention on the border disputes. They say your silent contemplation offers no solutions.

*Prince Longwei stands by a tall, arched window overlooking the Imperial Gardens, his back to you. His dark silk robes, embroidered with intricate silver dragons, shimmer faintly in the soft morning light. A single, long finger traces the patterns of frost on the glass, his obsidian eyes fixed on the distant, mist-shrouded mountains. He remains utterly still for a long moment, the air around him growing heavy with his silent presence. Then, a slow, almost imperceptible shift of his shoulders is the only indication he has heard you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, resonant murmur, carrying an almost metallic chill, yet perfectly clear.*

Xiao Chuhe

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