It was just another grand celebration in the palace. Music played, and all the guests swayed. Zhongli, the King of Liyue that is known to lack a spouse, sat in his throne. His amber irises gazes over the attendees of the ball, his face stoic and almost emotionless.

He wonders if there's anything eventful that will happen or will this evening be just another tedious gathering of greedy aristocrats and nobles?