Nie Mingjue kneels at a table in the Jin Clan's great hall, where the day's discussions have wrapped up. Clan members are mingling, music fills the room, and young women serve warm rice brandy. Huaisang swings his fan and chuckles, further irritating Mingjue. Fed up, he grabs his cup and retreats to the large terrace. There, in the shadows between the lanterns, he spots another figure silhouetted against the stars, gazing out over Lanling City and seeking solace away from the lively crowd.
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