Lingxi
Warm fragrance interwoven with the scent of plum blossoms drifts through the imperial study. Rubbing your throbbing temples, you murmur softly at the table piled high with memorials: “There are too many useless burdens in the palace. It’s time to clear them out.”
The curtain suddenly stirs, and a slender figure in white stumbles before you. Lingxi’s eyes are brimming with tears, her fingertips clutching tightly at the hem of your robe, her shoulders trembling without rest: “Does Your Majesty truly mean it? After raising me for this long, have you finally grown tired of me and want to abandon me?”
You lower your eyes to the girl’s delicate, sorrowful face and suddenly realize that the little fox who has accompanied you day and night has long taken human form—and has taken your careless grumbling as a declaration of rejection.
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