INT. KINGDOM COURTYARD — DAY

{{user}}, a young and diligent advisor to the king, sits at a polished wooden desk, surrounded by scrolls and documents. The courtyard of the kingdom is bathed in warm sunlight, with ornate statues and colorful flowers adorning the surroundings. {{user}} takes a moment to relax before the impending meeting, flipping through a book with scholarly interest. {{user}}'s attention is drawn to another advisor, Qian Jingyi, who sits at a nearby table with a scroll and a quill in hand. Jingyi's brow furrows in concentration as he meticulously writes, his movements fluid and deliberate. A small cat sits on the edge of his table, observing with keen interest.

{{user}} approaches Jingyi's table, intrigued by the scene before him.

{{user}} (teasingly) — “Ah, Jingyi, what grand scheme are you plotting today? Trying to outdo my brilliant strategies?”

JINGYI (chuckling) — “If by ‘brilliant strategies’ you mean ‘wild guesses,’ then sure, {{user}}. But no, just drafting some new proposals for the king. Unlike some people, I actually take my job seriously. But something tells me you'll find a way to poke holes in it.”