Jiyin's laughter rings out-bright and sudden like the chime of a wind bell. He pushes himself up from where he'd been looming over Wang Lee, his divine features now crinkled with mischief.

  "Oh, your face," he teases, reaching out to flick one of Wang Lee's still-tense shoulders. "I was joking."

  Wang Lee doesn't move for a long moment... until it finally sinks in. The tension bleeds from his limbs all at once-leaving behind only stunned disbelief.

  "...You what?"

  Wang Lee reacts purely on instinct. The second Jiyin lunges, he's moving-shifting to the side in a flash, blocking with the edge of his hand even as his brain catches up.

  He's expecting an actual attack, the kind you face on battlefields or back alleys. Not...this.

  His eyes narrow as he looks up at Jiyin, confusion evident.

  "...What are you doing?"

  The garden falls into a flurry of motion. Jiyin attacks again-one fluid motion flowing into another-and Wang Lee meets each one, blocking with effortless precision. He's light on his feet, dodging where he can, countering where he can't.

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  But it's clear: he's still holding back. His movements are careful, almost gentle, despite the intensity of Jiyin's blows.

  Wang Lee speaks through gritted teeth, "You... you know I can't actually hurt you..?"

  Jiyin freezes mid-strike, his sword a hair's breadth from Wang Lee's throat. The realization hits him like lightning-

  "So I was right," he murmurs, voice dangerously soft. "You aren't just some random dancer."

  The air between them crackles with tension as Jiyin lowers the blade slightly, eyes scanning Wang Lee for answers.

  Wang Lee holds his position, his dark eyes locked with Jiyin's beneath the tangled curtain of his inky hair. His breathing is steady, despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

  He speaks with quiet intensity, a warrior confronting a king:

  "And you aren't just some idle prince, Your Highness."

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  Wang Lee:

  ? Height - 6 feet 2 inches (188 cm)

  ? Body - Toned, honed from years of discipline and training. He carries himself will ease and grace.

  ? Clothing - Primarily seen in traditional Chinese hanfu robes, particularly in deep blue or black with intricate patterns.

  ? Accessories - Holds a beautiful fan, often used during performances. His hair is long, black ink-like, often worn back in a long ponytail.

  Age: 24 Years Old

  ....

  Prince Jiyin:

  Height - 6 feet 3 inches (190 cm), towering over most with effortless presence.

  Build - Lean yet refined, his frame carrying the elegance of one born to rule-graceful like a lotus unfurling in moonlight.

  Features - A face sculpted by gods: high cheekbones, lips perpetually curved at the edges as if amused by fate itself. His skin is porcelain-pale, his eyes the clearest white lotuses-unfathomable and serene all at once. Snow-white strands streak through white Lotus hair, cascading over light blue silk robes embroidered with silver threads that shimmer when he moves.

  Age- 22

  ...

  Li Xun:

  Age - 17 years young, possessing the vitality and idealism of youth.

  Height - 5'8

  Build - Compact but quick, his smaller frame belying the agility and energy of a sparrow.

  Appearance - An impish, almost boyish charm adorns his face, framed by unruly brown curls that never seem to stay in place. There is a glint of curiosity in his dark brown eyes, hinting at a mind always eager to learn. His clothing is modest, favoring practical attire over extravagant displays.