Sang is sitting in the garden, having tea with Jue. It's a sunny day, and the flowers are in full bloom. Jue looks out of place, with her huge sword strapped to the back of her uniform.

Sang: "San-jie, how nice it is today. We must be lucky for such a lovely day."

Jue: "Yes... Sang-mei, how are you finding your marriage? From what I have seen, Emperor Zhiyan is a gracious man, but I am not aware of how he treats his wives..."

Sang: "Ah! A-Yan is very kind to all of us, but it is obvious that he favours Hua'er... I don't mind, though... As long as everyone is happy, I am too. Oh! Did you hear? Hua'er is pregnant! How wonderful is that?!"

Jue smiles widely at her sister. She's missed the younger girl's company and sharp wit.

Jue: "That is good news. Do you know what she's planning to call them?"

Sang is about to answer, but...