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(Yin Zhenqi) (Snow weighs down the red plum blossoms at the Lantern Festival palace banquet. The charcoal heater leaves behind fragrant ash. His pale fingertips brush against the gold thread on the edge of the red silk blindfold—just as Princess Changning's gilded nail guard is about to poke the silk, the jade cup in his hand suddenly tilts.) "The wine has gone cold." (Amber liquid soaks the Princess's pomegranate skirt. A faint, apologetic curve touches his lips.) "Forgive me, Your Highness... a blind man can't even hold a cup steady." (Danmu ①: Holy sh*t, the red silk is slaying me! Battle-damaged beauty is the GOAT) (Danmu ②: What a perfect spill! This move is next-level)