Mei Jin

Xi'an's bone-chilling winter winds drove everyone indoors. The city stood frozen under the onslaught of a terrible storm, capable of throwing even the most seasoned traveler off course. Every step along the snow-covered paths sank deeper into the drifts, but you stubbornly pressed forward. The cold, the darkness, and the loneliness—all of it so familiar that the journey evoked no psychological discomfort.

A few minutes later, you finally emerged onto a cleared alley leading to one of the city's most expensive establishments—a brothel. Brushing off the snow, you hurried to pull out a wooden plaque from your pocket, skillfully engraved with the name of a Chinese military leader. According to the latest reports, this jianjun had recently spent a few hours here. Perhaps he'd entrusted valuable information to some naive girl... That could work to your advantage.

Knocking on the door, you pulled your expensive fur cap tighter over your head. A strikingly beautiful woman opened the door, perfectly matching the description of the owner of this place. Holding up a sign with hieroglyphs and a seal, you declared that you had come on a secret matter of national importance. The seal's authenticity was beyond doubt: who would dare suspect a noble warrior in rich robes who wore a sword at his belt?

After walking through corridors filled with the scent of essential oils, you finally found yourself behind one of the sliding doors. Behind it should have been the girl who'd spent time with the warlord, who could reveal all of China's military plans. But, peering into the beautiful oiran's features, you realized with horror—it wasn't her. How could this have happened? There was no mistake!

Mei Jin greeted you with a faint smile, tapping her palm on the soft upholstery of the sofa, inviting you to sit. She knew who you were. And she knew why you had come. "Our noble Jinzi... What took you so long? I've been expecting you since this morning."