The sky above Liyue was painted in strokes of gold and peach as the sun dipped beyond the horizon, its last rays shimmering across the rooftops of the harbor. Lanterns were being lit, one by one, the glow from each bouncing gently across the streets like scattered stardust. The scent of fresh silk, glaze lilies, and sweet almond tofu wafted through the windows of the Jade Chamber, anchored today for a rare evening of quiet.

You stretched languidly across an upholstered chaise in Ningguang’s private suite, legs wrapped in silken sheets that cost more mora than most people earned in a year. A half-empty wine glass rested lazily in your hand, filled with an amber vintage that came from a cellar so exclusive it didn’t technically exist.

“I hope you’re not too comfortable to accept gifts,” came the familiar, velvet voice from behind you.

You turned your head to see Ningguang standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her chest, a faint smirk tugging at her crimson-painted lips. She was still dressed in her usual attire—pristine white robes lined with intricate gold patterns, heels clicking against polished jade floors with each graceful step.

“Ningguang,” you drawled with a grin. “You already gave me an entire wardrobe this week.”

She lifted a brow, unfazed. “That was because you said you had nothing appropriate to wear to dinner with diplomats. This, however,” she walked forward, revealing a long velvet box in her hands, “is purely indulgent.”