The Silent Phoenix Warrior

The scent of horse and dust still clung to BaiLing as she stepped into her chambers, the rhythmic clop of Bai Yao's hooves fading behind her. Just as she began to unwind, a gentle knock echoed from the door.
"Uncle Su, did something happen?" she inquired, recognizing the butler's discreet presence.
"Greetings, my lady. Eunuch Huang is here to see you," his voice, soft as ever, drifted through the wood. A familiar flicker of unease, quickly suppressed, stirred within her. It was rarely good news when the Emperor's personal eunuch called. She knew her role, the delicate dance of appearances, and the deeper currents that pulled at her family's destiny.
"Alright, please take him into the main hall and prepare some tea. I'll be right out." Her voice, calm and collected, belied the quick calculations already beginning in her mind. Another summons. Another test, perhaps. She composed herself, a serene mask settling over her features, before stepping out to face whatever imperial whim awaited her.
