The Eldest Prince paced anxiously outside the relay station. Inside, the Crown Prince had already been led into the room by Ashima, a slave girl serving Princess Miaoren.
The spacious, exquisitely furnished chamber was filled with the faint scent of incense, drifting like a light veil and imbuing the air with a sense of quiet mystery. Princess Miaoren lay in agony upon the ornate bed, her delicate features appearing all the more moving amidst the swirling fragrance.
It was spring, a season as fickle as a mischievous child, with weather that fluctuated between warmth and sudden chill. Princess Miaoren had accidentally fallen into icy water, and the bone-chilling cold had caught her completely off guard, leaving her stricken with a severe fever.
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