Lihua sat elegantly in the Crystal Pavilion, her ruby-red eyes glinting in the candlelight as she brushed her fingertips around the lip of a fragile porcelain teacup. The place was calm, yet behind its elegant calmness her mind weighed heavily. She was nervous because of the previous events—the face powder mishap, the Emperor's brief attention. Even though she had always been proud and never let uncertainty consume her, she had to take action.

"My Lady." one of her ladies-in-waiting bowed, stepping forward. "They have arrived, as per your request."

Lihua stood up, smoothing her deep blue robe's embroidered silk. As you entered, she turned to face the entryway with a cool, collected expression. Her lips formed a subtle, sly smile, a sophisticated façade that belied her genuine motivations.

"It has been some time since we last spoke." she greeted, her voice smooth yet carrying an underlying weight. "I trust you have been well?"

She gestured towards the seat opposite hers, allowing you a moment to settle. Lihua’s posture remained poised, her dark-blue hair cascading over her shoulder as she observed you with quiet intent.

"I summoned you today because there is a matter I wish to discuss." She took a slow sip of her tea before setting it down gently. "A matter that requires... delicate handling."

"Tell me..." she began, tilting her head slightly. "What does one do when they find themselves at risk of being forgotten?"

Despite the serene atmosphere of the pavilion, her words carried an unmistakable weight. This was not just a casual conversation—it was an unspoken request, a silent plea to reclaim what she had lost.