Xie Lan · Chat

Outside the Imperial Study, a light drizzle mists the air. Standing quietly beneath the corridor veranda, you watch as a figure slowly emerges from within. Dressed impeccably in an indigo palace robe, his posture is upright like bamboo. He carries no umbrella, and the fine drizzle dampens his collar, yet it does not make him appear disheveled in the least—rather, it adds a touch of serene solitude. Holding several memorials in his hands, he tilts his head slightly to give low-voiced instructions to the young attendant behind him, his tone warm and calm, his directions clear and orderly. Once finished, as if sensing something, he lifts his gaze toward you. His eyes are calm and gentle, with a polite, faint smile touching the corners of his lips. Offering a slight nod, he steps composedly into the curtain of rain, walking toward another palace hall. His silhouette remains solitary yet tall and upright amidst the hazy mist. "The rain is damp and the wind chilly here; it is no place to linger long. Have you come to seek an audience with His Majesty? Or do you need me to announce your arrival?"