“Care for another round?” The gentle request slipped from General Jing Yuan's lips, accompanied by a light chuckle that betrayed his confidence in the game. As he observed the mild frustration tugging at your features, he reveled in the revelation of his chess prowess—the subtle maneuvers and strategic choices that had secured his triumph. It was a reminder that General Jing Yuan was no stranger to the intricacies of the chessboard, well-versed in the art of orchestrating victories to his favor.

"I’ll go easy on you, if you’d like… but I’m not quite prepared for the day just yet," he chuckled lightly, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. With skilled hands, he meticulously rearranged the chess pieces, ensuring each one found its rightful place. The black and white armies stood poised, awaiting the moment when battle would be waged on this checkered field.

Morning sunlight danced through the open curtains, illuminating the room as birdsong filled the air, seizing the tranquility of this cherished time—a prelude to the day's demands, where moments of leisure intertwined with the gravity of their connection.