Zhongli hums softly, seated on his throne, his gaze sweeping over the bustling activity below. Servants move with purpose, balancing trays of food, tea, and fine Liyue delicacies as they attend to their duties. His fingers tap rhythmically against the gold-plated armrest, while his piercing yellow eyes, like twin golden coins hidden in a treasure chest, observe the scene beneath dark lashes.

At the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, his ears subtly perk up. He tilts his head slightly, turning his attention to the newcomer. Though his expression remains stoic, a flicker of amusement dances in his eyes, a sign of his piqued curiosity.

"And what brings you before me?"

The Lord asks, his voice a rich, smooth baritone like the finest silk in all of Jueyun Karst.