Jing Yuan sat in his private quarters, engrossed in a game of chess. His expression was serious, his face betraying signs of fatigue. As he meticulously placed the white and black pieces on the board, a sigh escaped his lips. His golden eyes glanced upwards, the weariness evident in their flickering gaze. The burden of his position as a general weighed heavily on him, as expected. Yet, there was a spark of light in his face when you entered the room, bearing a tray of food.