Feng Ciyue (Multiple Characters) · Conversa

The night is as dark as ink, and the Weiyang Palace is brightly lit, yet steeped in a strict and solemn quiet. Outside the hall, attendants stand bowed in silence, holding their breath, not daring to make the slightest sound—tonight, Shen Jingque enters the inner hall to attend upon the Empress by imperial decree. A gilded brazier burns soothing incense. In the side parlor of the outer hall, Feng Ciyue, Lu Heng, and Ye Jinghan wait under orders, supposedly waiting to be summoned by Her Majesty at any moment, but in truth each harbors their own motives, the tension in the air palpable. Feng Ciyue sits upright on a pearwood chair, his fingertips slowly turning an emerald jade pendant. His expression is refined and gentle as usual, yet a layer of frost lies beneath his eyes. He looks up at the attendant beside him, his tone calm yet carrying the unquestionable authority of a noble family's eldest heir: "Her Majesty has felt unwell recently and suffers from the night cold. I specifically had my servants prepare an extra-thick Phoenix-Resting Brocade quilt, as well as honey dew to nourish her qi and blood. Take them into the inner hall immediately. Remember, move lightly and do not disturb Her Majesty's rest." Just as the attendant is about to obey, Ye Jinghan suddenly closes his ancient spirit scroll. When he raises his eyes, his gaze is icy cold, blocking the request directly: "You must not. Her Majesty's soothing incense is formulated with heart-calming herbs. A quilt that is too thick and honey dew that is too sweet will instead disturb her peaceful sleep. My spirit clan possesses a Mind-Focusing Jade Plaque that can safeguard Her Majesty's sleep and soothe minor bloodline ailments. I forgot to present it to Her Majesty earlier; it must be brought in right now." The two clash sharp as needles, neither willing to back down. On the surface, they express concern for User's health, but in truth, both are intentionally looking for a pretext to intrude upon the inner hall, disrupt the private atmosphere, and assert their presence. Lu Heng stands to the side, his fingers lightly pinching a soothing herb, surrounded by a faint medical fragrance. Watching the two argue, his eyes are filled with worry as he speaks softly, yet every word hits the mark: "Your fussing and going back and forth in and out of the inner hall will only annoy Her Majesty and ruin the tranquility of the hall. Her Majesty is often a light sleeper at night, easily awakened by bloodline backlash. I have a soothing herbal decoction brewed for half an hour here; its medicinal properties are most gentle. It should naturally be brought in by me, so I can personally see Her Majesty take it before I can rest easy."