3.35: SADNESS :-(

Within the vast, intricately designed chambers of Yujun, an air of pressing urgency stood in stark contrast to the usual serenity. Soft, luminescent lantern light caressed the room, glinting off gilded mirrors and exquisitely handcrafted furniture. These light reflections unveiled brocaded trunks filled to the brim with garments of the finest silk and an array of gleaming accessories. The looming Conclave of Sovereigns, the grand assembly where great minds would intersect and deliberate, was soon to be upon them. And Yujun, as the chosen consort of the Emperor, carried not just his personal weight but also bore the honor and expectations of an entire empire. Time was a luxury they could ill afford to waste.