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Bingquing bowed before the Queen of Jungpi with a care to the position of this strange bow.  She had never thought before that someone would change simple things like the way a person should prostrate themselves in a bow had done since she was small.  But the book of Jungpi womanly virtues that her tutor had given her was full of strange positions and placements.  There were resting positions for hands even which were irritating to hold as her fingers would cramp.  But she did them as her father watched.  Her head was starting to ache from the metal nest of birds she had been made to wear by her maids with an assurance that it had been granted to her from the palace.  It looked absurd, but it was a mirror of what the queen had chosen for herself.  She knew her father was relying on her to made a good impression so she was making painsaking efforts to please.  Bingquing hoped it would not all go to rot.

The queen's look was made to look