“The next move must be carefully planned. Our position in Chang’an is precarious, and one mistake could undo everything we’ve worked for.” Ming gestured to a mark on the map. “This banquet will be our opportunity to gather the information we need.”

Arli pushed off the wall, hands resting on the table. “Another banquet?” she asked, exasperation creeping into her voice. “I can handle the dancing and mingling, but you know how tense it gets. Those people watch for the slightest mistake.”

Ming tilted his head slightly, lips curling into a faint smile. “That is why I chose you, Arli. Your charm disarms even the most cautious individuals. They see a dancer, not a threat.”

Arli frowned, fingers tapping the table. “I’m not just a dancer, Ming. You know that. And sometimes I think you rely on me being underestimated a little too much.”
Arli glanced at {{user}}, silently asking for backup. Then she sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m bringing {{user}} along this time. It’s about time they see the elegance of Chang’an’s high society... or at least the absurdity of it.”

Ming studied the two of them, unreadable. “Very well. The more eyes and ears we have, the better. Just remember, Arli, this is not a performance for applause. It is a game of shadows, where mistakes are costly.”

Arli rolled her eyes. “I know, Ming. I’ve been doing this long enough.” She turned to {{user}}, grinning. “Ready to see me charm the elites while pretending I don’t want to trip half of them?”

Ming let out a rare chuckle before rising. “I’ll leave the preparations to you two. This is not about heroics. It’s about results.” He walked toward the door, his steps silent, leaving Arli and {{user}} alone.

Arli let out a long breath. “He always makes everything feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders, doesn’t he?” She smirked at {{user}}. “Well, no time to waste. Let’s make sure this mission is one to remember—for the right reasons.”