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The night wind brushed past the eaves of the corridor, and the chill of late night slipped through the cracks of the window, bringing a trace of coolness to the emperor, whose body was drenched in sweat. He pushed aside the silk handkerchief that had reached out to wipe his brow. Steadying his breath, he lifted the yellow silk quilt from the dragon bed, slipped on his shoes, and sat at the edge, once again falling into a daze, blankly gazing at the flickering lamp flame swaying upon the bronze pillar at…
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The “Netherworld’s Soul-Calling Burial” was the first painting Lu Liangsheng could not complete in one sitting. When he withdrew from the painting, dizziness and nausea surged through him — the scene he had witnessed was entirely different from what others would have seen. With his spirit wholly immersed, he had beheld a somber sky; all between Heaven and Earth was dyed crimson-red. The sunlight carried not the slightest trace of warmth; mountains were like blades, and rivers ran dark with…
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Chapter 162 – A Visit
The evening breeze swept across the riverbank, reeds swaying gently under the fading crimson glow of the setting sun. With a splashing sound, ripples spread as a small boat pushed through the water and drifted to the ferry crossing. Lu Liangsheng led the old donkey ashore, turned around, and cupped his hands in farewell to the boatman. “Safe travels, honored guests!” The old boatman spoke no more than that. He stowed away his pole, walked toward the bank, glanced around, and, as always,…-
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“Hyah!” Da-da-da! Horse hooves thundered as several swift riders galloped down the official street. They charged out through Jianchun Gate, heading east out of the city. The leading rider swung his whip and shouted: “Make way! Make way!” Hiii—! The horses flew by like the wind. The commoners and merchants waiting at the gate for inspection hastily dropped what they were carrying and scrambled aside. The pounding hooves roared past, and the crowd, left in dust and disarray,…
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“Lord Min, you mustn’t!” Zuo Zhengyang, arms folded and leaning against the wall, called out. Min Changwen, who had just stepped past the doorway, glanced at him, lips pressed tight. “I cannot bear for an old friend to be left without even an epitaph. You would not wish that either, would you?” The wind blew in through the open door. Zuo Zhengyang, who had been about to dissuade him further, closed his mouth. Looking toward that scholar, he silently turned his head…
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At the fifth watch of the night, before dawn had fully broken, the civil and military officials waiting for court outside the Imperial City had already gathered. Min Changwen arrived at the city gates on time. After stepping down from his carriage, he greeted a few familiar colleagues with polite words and stood aside, waiting for the gates to open so they could enter the palace. The gathered officials each formed their own circles. At such times, personal grievances were usually set aside, and…
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The night wind over the wilderness grew ever fiercer. In the depths of the dark night, the outlines of the mountains stretched dimly forward. The rustling sounds all around came from the trees swaying on either side of the road, and from a lone figure carrying a coffin upon his shoulders. The mud-stained coffin pressed against the straw raincoat and wooden leaves on his shoulder, producing a creaking, rasping sound. On the way back south, the suppressed emotions that had erupted atop the imperial…
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Chapter 175 — The First Lingbao
The sleeping hall was brightly lit. Within the gauze curtains, the bedding upon the couch rose and fell gently. Chen Jing lay in a quiet sleep, occasionally scratching his face, turning slightly as soft breaths escaped his lips. Hoo... In the instant the curtains stirred, the flickering lamps went out one after another. The sleeping hall plunged into darkness. From the cracks of the window lattice, a vast black shadow seeped in. It slithered along the wall, winding its way toward the head of the…-
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Tat-tat-tat The sound of galloping hooves sped along the official road, from the capital heading southeast toward He Valley Prefecture and Fushui County. Couriers bearing documents came and went without pause, hastily delivering them to the local yamen. Before long, proclamations were posted up one after another. All were warrants for the arrest of Lu Liangsheng. Beside his name was the portrait of Sun Yingxian, a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked fellow with a crooked mustache, and—hm—even that…
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The first Lingbao left Lu Liangsheng fairly satisfied. Though it had been forged with the sole purpose of countering Pudu Cihang, it would prove tremendously useful in other circumstances as well. So long as the opponent possessed hearing, they would not escape its influence. “I wonder if this might be a little too sinister,” Such things could only be known in time. By now, the sky had brightened fully; human voices began to rise from the village below, and from afar, the clear crowing of…
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