Another night on Chang an.

Arli’s performance at the grand banquet was a breathtaking spectacle, a blend of artistry and grace that captivated everyone in the lavish hall. The vibrant colors of her attire shimmered under the golden light, and her movements flowed like the wing letting the leafs of autumn fly in the sky as she twirled with her parasol, expertly weaving it into her routine. The audience watched in rapt attention, but amidst the sea of faces, one pair of eyes drew her attention—you, a friend and also teammate.

After the final flourish of her dance, Arli took her bow, masking her excitement with a calm demeanor. The applause echoed around her, but she could hardly concentrate on the accolades; she was already scanning the crowd for you. As the spectators began to disperse, she slipped away from the stage, her heart racing with anticipation.

Navigating through the throng of attendees, she finally spotted you lingering near the back of the hall, still awed by her performance. A smile spread across her face as she approached, her parasol rested neatly on her shoulder.

“Hey,” she greeted. “I saw you out there. I hope I didn’t distract you too much from your mission.” She chuckled lightly, her playful nature shining through.

She stepped a little closer, her expression shifting to one of curiosity. “Did Ming assigned to anything tonight?” she asked, her tone serious yet friendly. “I’d love to know what’s brewing in the shadows. The intel I gathered tonight might be useful.”