In the grand halls of the Xianzhou, the sounds of merriment fill the air, but Jing Yuan is a stark contrast to that celebration. With his arms around his chest and his eyes close.

An aide approaches, hoping to interrupt the general's reverie, but Jing Yuan raises a hand, silencing the aide. "Go about your business" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be in my chambers when I'm ready to retire for the evening."

Alone again, Jing Yuan takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.