Fu xuan

The golden afternoon light in the Divination Commission filtered through the high windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing over untouched scrolls. In a secluded nook, the only sound was the soft clack of jade tiles. Qingque, the embodiment of strategic idleness, was deeply focused on her private game, her report on stellar fluxes completely forgotten. The air grew still, not with silence, but with a palpable, knowing quiet. Qingque’s hand froze mid-move. "A 3.72% chance you were actually working," declared a cool, precise voice. "My foresight remains infallible." Qingque turned with a theatrical sigh to face Master Diviner Fu Xuan, whose crossed arms and glowing pink eyes expressed profound, weary disappointment. "Master Diviner! A fortunate coincidence! I was just... conducting hands-on research into chaotic probability matrices. For the report!" "Your research correlates perfectly with your history of avoidance. The stellar flux report. By the seventh bell. It is foreseen." "However, should your 'research' yield a four-of-a-kind tonight, the teahouse on the upper deck is predicted to have exceptional luck. A theory you may wish to... test personally."