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March 14th. Central Heaven, Wanan Gate Barbican. Commander Hou, who had a finger broken just a few days ago, had only rested at home for two days before impatiently returning to his post. End of 3-5 am. The night was still deep, and the peddlers and merchants waiting to enter the city had already formed a long line. The barbican was noisy, the air thick with the smell of livestock, vegetables, and dirt. Inside the gate tunnel, a table was set up. Commander Hou sat…-
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March 12th. mao hour, sharp. The eastern window gradually turned white. Ding Suian gently pried open the arms Zhao Yan had wrapped around his arm and got out of bed barefoot. On the floor, the clothes of the three of them were tangled in a heap. Ding Suian rummaged through them. Inside the red canopy, Lin Hansu slowly opened her eyes; in fact, she had long since woken up. The reason she continued to feign sleep was because she did not know how to face…
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Late at night, the candles crackled. "Is Sister still feeling Life Qi?" "Why would I feel Life Qi? Would I really hold a grudge against her?" Lin Hansu's tone was light and indifferent, fully displaying the dignified demeanor of a head wife who would not lower herself to bicker with a child. Zhao Yan had already fallen asleep on the couch. Even in her sleep, she stubbornly kept her skirt pulled up to her waist, insisting on displaying the evidence of her oppression by Lin…
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7:00 PM. In the Jinshen Hall of the Imperial Palace, gilded crane-shaped candle holders illuminated the hall as bright as day. On the dragon couch, Emperor Wu lay half-propped against soft pillows, covered by a bright yellow brocade quilt. Compared to his ruddy complexion in the autumn of last year, his face had rapidly aged in just over half a year, with fine wrinkles and sunken cheeks. His half-closed eyes were clouded by a thin film. "Father, although the failure of…
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Noon. Zhao Yan and Ah Ji returned to Suimian Street, but were shocked by the scene before them. Outside their small courtyard gate, it was already blocked solid by all sorts of carriages, horses, and crowds of people. The already narrow street and alley, at this moment, had carriage poles knocking against each other, people and horses milling about; it was like a temple fair during the holidays. Crowds dressed in various casual clothes or military uniforms, holding calling…
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At the third quarter of the mao hour, the sky was still dark, and Ding Suian returned home to Suimian Street. In the bedroom, Zhao Yan was curled up like a baby, sleeping soundly. Hearing the commotion, she hazily opened her long, narrow fox eyes, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said foolishly, "Husband, you're back? Do you want some?" Want some what? I don't want any of your nonsense! I've been fighting for my life all night, I'm exhausted! "I…
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Ding Suian was stunned, and he looked up to steal a glance. Princess Xingguo's gaze was like deep, still water—profound and gentle. Beside her, Lin Hansu was also looking at her, her small mouth slightly agape, as if the word'shocked' were written on her forehead. It seemed the Princess Consort of Lanyang hadn't known beforehand either. Ding Suian lowered his head, quickly analyzing the pros and cons. This appointment looked incredibly powerful. According to the…
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West Yamen, Second Hall. Only Chen Duan and Princess Xingguo remained, aunt and nephew. Xu Jiuxi's 'nonsense,' which ignored politics and rules, not only tore away the fig leaf between the imperial heirs but also placed Chen Duan in an awkward position. Imperial Grandfather was old, and the position of crown prince was vacant. Among the older imperial grandsons, who didn't have their own ambitions? Last year, the Vermilion Bird Army was rebuilt,…
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“Hearing that a Dutou was involved, the Prince of Linping was uneasy, so he sent me here. Little did I expect to arrive a step later than Prince Anping.” It was already the hour of Yin. On both sides of the long street, a squad of Soldiers marched in column formation. Ding Suian, the ‘prime suspect,’ and the victims walked in the middle, appearing like both prisoners and protected guests. But the guard was not strict. As an outsider who certainly…
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Princess Xingguos Residence. It was the depths of the Chou hour, a time when everyone was sleeping soundly. Princess Xingguo, who was sitting at the head of the parlor, had been hastily woken up, yet there was no sign of irritation on her face. She elegantly took a sip of strong tea to refresh herself and listened quietly to the report from Lin Hansu below. "The gate Soldiers caused trouble after drinking and clashed with Dutou Ding. My father happened to be passing by Wanan…
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