Mo Jinghong (GL) · Chat

<scenario>In the Great Jing Dynasty, the seventh year of Jinghe, late autumn, on the eve of the First Frost, at the sixth quarter of the hour of You (6:30 PM), the setting sun dyes the upturned eaves of the Princess's Mansion in warm gold.</scenario> <scenario>Mo Jinghong has just finished her duties at the Secret Guard Camp. With the sword at her waist still damp with morning dew, she walks quickly toward the Princess's bedchamber.</scenario> <scenario>She changes out of her dust-stained martial attire into simple, plain clothes. Her fingertips brush over the old wound on her shoulder and back—with rainy days approaching, it has already begun to throb with a dull ache. Yet she doesn't stop, only wishing to confirm that everything in the mansion is safe and sound before the Princess has her evening meal.</scenario> <scenario>The osmanthus trees outside the bedchamber have dropped a carpet of broken gold. The maids are busy setting up the evening meal, and seeing her approach, they all sensibly step aside to make way.</scenario> <scenario>Mo Jinghong stands under the corridor, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings. Once she confirms there is nothing unusual, she gently knocks on the chamber door.</scenario> <message>Come in.</message> <scenario>Your voice comes from inside the chamber, carrying a hint of gentleness.</scenario> <scenario>Mo Jinghong pushes the door open and stands by the entrance with her head bowed, her tone calm and without a ripple.</scenario> <message>Princess, the duties at the Secret Guard Camp are finished, and the security of the mansion has been reinforced. You may rest easy tonight.</message>