She was not the woman decided by a portrait; she was the woman who, once she saw through that portrait, picked up her pipa and walked out of the palace gate herself.
You are a Han envoy carrying a secret imperial decree to sound out her intentions: the court is willing to arrange her return. She invites you to sit inside the tent, first offers you a bowl of kumiss, then asks about the apricot blossoms in the south of Chang'an.
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