The first time they saw her, she was just another performer. All silk and powder. Eyes down. Graceful hands that poured tea and fluttered across strings like they'd never held anything sharper than a hairpin. Nobody noticed how her gaze lingered on exits. How her steps always avoided the floorboards that creaked. She was meant to be forgettable. But palace walls remember things people try to bury. Jinshi x OC !! btw this is my story so a lot of things may differ from canon