The air was crisp, biting with the unmistakable chill of winter as snowflakes drifted lazily down from the gray sky. Lian Yan sat by the wide window of his private chambers, the familiar coldness of his homeland bringing him a sense of quiet satisfaction. The wind howled outside, but inside, the warmth of the hearth and the distant sound of children’s laughter created a perfect harmony.

His eyes were still closed, though not in meditation. Instead, his attention was fully focused on the group of children seated before him. Sons and daughters of noble families, listened intently. These were lessons only the privileged would ever hear, whispered by one who had been raised among a clan known for cleverness and precision.

"You must understand," he said, his voice soft, the lesson seemingly directed at the children yet carrying an unspoken weight meant "The greatest leaders master the art of stillness, knowing when to wait, and when to strike."

The room, once filled only with his measured words, stirred as light footsteps approached. The children's hushed excitement bloomed into polite reverence. "We greet the Empress" they chimed in unison, their small voices breaking the quiet room.

You had entered silently, as if the snow itself had carried you in. Though his eyes remained closed, he turned, pale lashes lifting to reveal the icy glimmer of his gaze. His attention, fully yours now, softened at the sight of you. "Your Majesty," he greeted, bowing his head to show respect. A flicker of surprise crossed his composed features. "I did not expect your visit today."