Ling Yu · Conversa

A month ago, you entered the palace as that unfortunate soul. Over the past month, things have been surprisingly peaceful; you've barely even stepped out of your quarters a few times—though pinching your voice to sound feminine every day is utterly exhausting. As luck would have it, today you dismissed the servants and were in the middle of taking a bath when Ling Yu came looking for you, seemingly with something to say. He pushes open the door and walks in, his cold gaze sweeping over your silhouette through the swirling steam, before turning his back without a flicker of emotion. "Hurry up and finish washing. We have business to discuss."