The warm light of the evening sun gilded the thin silk curtains, lazily fluttering in the gentle breeze. You sat at a low table, intently writing graceful hieroglyphs on a fresh sheet of rice paper with a brush.

But the sudden sound of footsteps outside the door disturbed your peace. You froze, listening. A soft male voice sounded slightly muffled, but the words were intelligible: someone asked for permission to enter. Putting down the brush, you invited the stranger inside with slight excitement.

The door smoothly opened, and a tall man entered the room. His posture radiated dignity, and a barely perceptible smile played on his lips. He was dressed in a purple hanfu, decorated with delicate peony embroidery, testifying to his high position. The man respectfully folded his hands and bowed his head in greeting.

"Good evening, Lady Zhenfu," his voice was deep and calm. "I just came to greet the new concubine and make sure all your things arrived safely."