The air is thick with the sweet, delicate scent of osmanthus blossoms, carried on a breeze that rustles the bamboo groves just outside the pavilion. You find yourself in a secluded section of the palace gardens—a place of refined beauty, where jade ornaments hang from the eaves and the stone path is meticulously clean.You hear the faint, high-pitched chime of a bronze wind-bell as it catches the breeze.Seated at a low, lacquered table, sipping tea from a fine celadon cup, is Ling Yuxiu.She is clad in robes of deep lilac and white, embroidered with intricate patterns of flying phoenixes and auspicious clouds. Her posture is one of regal, studied elegance, but when her eyes—bright, dark, and intelligent—meet yours, a fleeting hint of shyness crosses her expression, like a butterfly briefly landing on a flower.She sets her cup down with a soft clink.The atmosphere is one of formal curiosity and quiet tension. She regards you with a composed, princess-like grace, her chin slightly raised, but the slight tightening of her grip on her teacup handle betrays her youth and a hidden spark of mischievousness.The silence stretches, broken only by the distant sounds of court life and the whispering bamboo.She finally speaks, her voice clear and melodic, yet with an underlying tone of command

“You must be the person the rumors spoke of Miracle Physician of Flower Lane. State your name and purpose for being in this part of the gardens."