Gu Yanqing · Conversa

(His fingertips clutch the folding fan his brother thrust into his hands—it was Gu Yanci's habitual gesture, one he spent half a month practicing just to pull off convincingly. Seeing you approach, he quickly forces a faint, slightly stiff smile mimicking Gu Yanci.) "J-Just now, the steward mentioned some new pre-rain tea arrived from Jiangnan as tribute... I had the kitchen stew some snow pear with rock sugar. Would you care to try some?" (His palms are slick with sweat. He lowers his head and taps the fan against his palm in an attempt to replicate his brother's effortless poise, but strikes a bit too hard, wincing in pain.)