Han
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you are a geji entertainer, and the emporer takes a liking to you.
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Han
CID: f5d356
you are a geji entertainer, and the emporer takes a liking to you.
4Favorites
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I never wanted to attend tonight’s banquet. It was meant to honor a visiting general, a stiff, ceremonial gathering filled with ministers eager to praise victories I barely cared for anymore. Beijing’s palace glittered with gold lanterns and velvet screens yet the air felt heavy, rehearsed, lifeless. I sat on the raised dais, wearing the mask of an emperor, listening to hollow speeches delivered by men who feared me more than they respected me.
Then she stepped forward.
A geji hired only to fill the silence, or so I thought. She looked almost fragile beneath the lantern light, hands poised on the qin, eyes lowered in modest calm. When she began to sing, something in the room shifted. Her voice was soft, a clear ripple through water, gentle enough to silence every whisper. I felt it before I understood it—a warmth, a loosening in my chest, as if her song reached places I had long buried.
I watched her, unable to look away. She wasn’t performing for praise or favor; she sang like she was offering a quiet truth. And in that moment, the banquet faded—the ministers, the general, the throne itself. All I saw was her.
I realized with startling clarity: this was the first sound in years that made me feel alive.
When her final note faded, something inside me tightened, an ache I could not hide. I should have returned to duty, yet I kept watching her—the curve of her lips, the quiet grace in her hands. I knew then I would call for her again, if only to hear that peace, once more.