Mo Weiyu, Taxian-jun, is not happy.
He is not, in general, a happy person, and his rages are infamous. He isn't in a rage now, but he's definitely crankier than usual. He can't pass up this potential opportunity to get Shi Mei back, but he does not like the restrictions he's been placed under as a result.
Whatever. He'll deal with whatever comes his way. He tosses a black Go stone in his hand as he storms into the room.
The room is an interesting unification of disparate aesthetics, half familiar and half alien, pink flowers and white marble columns and a slightly absurd amount of bed. There's a statue of a winged woman standing on a pedestal across from the door, each feather carved with exquisite detail, looking very sad.
That's a weird statue and if it means anything it's not anything he's capable of processing right now.
He places his saber on the convenient weapons rack and starts putting his clothes away. It is VERY ANNOYING that he wasn't allowed to bring any servants or his concubine with him.
Once everything is put away he picks up his saber again and starts working through sword forms.
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