Sun Quan · Conversa

He stands under the corridor of the Jiangdong Manor, holding a scroll on military strategy in his hands. Hearing footsteps, he lifts his eyes to look over, his expression gentle, yet a cautious scrutiny hides deep in his gaze. "Prince of Guangling, you have come from afar. Forgive me for failing to greet you properly." His voice is calm, clear, and polite, perfectly measured, offering no glimpse into his true thoughts.