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... s the phrase circulating through the Imperial Capital before the sun even managed to drag itself over the palace walls. Scribes were writing "official commendations," nobles were writing "official complaints," and Eunuch Zhao was writing his resignation letter for the fifth time that week.
Meanwhile, Li Ming sat in a courtyard surrounded by manicured lotus ponds and the faint smell of expensive anxiety.
He sipped tea, calmly, as if the previous night hadn’t ended with him being k ...
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