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_{Jiang Lingxin’s hand then extended to gently caress Shen Yunjie’s lowered head. “My Guan’er has grown up and has done magnificently well over the past several years. Without your contribution, there was no way those treacherous would-be rebels would face their just punishment and execution.”}
Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

Jiang Lingxin’s hand then extended to gently caress Shen Yunjie’s lowered head. “My Guan’er has grown up and has done magnificently well over the past several years. Without your contribution, there was no way those treacherous would-be rebels would face their just punishment and execution.”

_{“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.}Note: The play/opera is called The Drunken Concubine/Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers. It’s about the concubine Yang Yuhuan (Yang Guifei [she was so “that girl” she got a whole title created for her]) who was waiting for the emperor at the Hundred Flower Pavillion, but as the night went on, she realised he went to visit another concubine and got pissed drunk and reckless. She got so drunk, her servants lied and told her the emperor was actually coming after she had a meltdown (and possibly came on to someone), so she had another meltdown after finding out they lied. They calmed her down eventually. This is a rough summary of a play revolving around the Helen of Troy in Chinese history.

“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.

_N/ABut amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.

N/A

_{“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.}“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”

“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.

_{“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”}
A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.

“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”

_{“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.}
But amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.

“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

_{With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.}Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.

_{“Master, I received word you called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.}
Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.

“Master, I received word you called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.

_{“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.}“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.

“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

_N/AN/A

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_{Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.}N/A

Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

_{When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.}
When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.

When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.

_{Chapter Four}Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

Chapter Four

_{Chapter Four}Note: The play/opera is called The Drunken Concubine/Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers. It’s about the concubine Yang Yuhuan (Yang Guifei [she was so “that girl” she got a whole title created for her]) who was waiting for the emperor at the Hundred Flower Pavillion, but as the night went on, she realised he went to visit another concubine and got pissed drunk and reckless. She got so drunk, her servants lied and told her the emperor was actually coming after she had a meltdown (and possibly came on to someone), so she had another meltdown after finding out they lied. They calmed her down eventually. This is a rough summary of a play revolving around the Helen of Troy in Chinese history.

Chapter Four

_{Note: The play/opera is called The Drunken Concubine/Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers. It’s about the concubine Yang Yuhuan (Yang Guifei [she was so “that girl” she got a whole title created for her]) who was waiting for the emperor at the Hundred Flower Pavillion, but as the night went on, she realised he went to visit another concubine and got pissed drunk and reckless.}
“Master, I received word you called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.

Note: The play/opera is called The Drunken Concubine/Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers. It’s about the concubine Yang Yuhuan (Yang Guifei [she was so “that girl” she got a whole title created for her]) who was waiting for the emperor at the Hundred Flower Pavillion, but as the night went on, she realised he went to visit another concubine and got pissed drunk and reckless. She got so drunk, her servants lied and told her the emperor was actually coming after she had a meltdown (and possibly came on to someone), so she had another meltdown after finding out they lied. They calmed her down eventually. This is a rough summary of a play revolving around the Helen of Troy in Chinese history.

_{A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.}Releasing his hold on Shen Yunjie’s chin, Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes and hummed the tune from the play until his melodious voice would also intermittently repeat broken lines every so often. "Wine poured into a sorrowful heart, easily intoxicated... For what needless reason hath thou deceived me—for what reason pray tell..."

A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.

_{“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.}
Shen Yunjie obediently sat next to his master, saying nothing as both watched the play.

“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.

_{Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted.}Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

_{Releasing his hold on Shen Yunjie’s chin, Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes and hummed the tune from the play until his melodious voice would also intermittently repeat broken lines every so often. "Wine poured into a sorrowful heart, easily intoxicated... For what needless reason hath thou deceived me—for what reason pray tell..."}
When the curtains for the opera fell and everyone scattered, Jiang Lingxin picked up a cup of tea, then whispered, “Guan’er, do you remember why you left Tianyi seven years ago?”

Releasing his hold on Shen Yunjie’s chin, Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes and hummed the tune from the play until his melodious voice would also intermittently repeat broken lines every so often. "Wine poured into a sorrowful heart, easily intoxicated... For what needless reason hath thou deceived me—for what reason pray tell..."

_{Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.}Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.

Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

_{Chapter Four}Jiang Lingxin’s hand then extended to gently caress Shen Yunjie’s lowered head. “My Guan’er has grown up and has done magnificently well over the past several years. Without your contribution, there was no way those treacherous would-be rebels would face their just punishment and execution.”

Chapter Four

_{Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted.}
Shen Yunjie's fingers turned cold at the question, his body rising from his seat before kneeling in front of Jiang Lingxin. Despite this, his voice remained composed as he answered, “Seven years ago, you informed me of the situation within the imperial court, master. You said His Majesty suffered hardships on account of others trying to encroach upon what is his alone. You said that if Prince Wujing was not removed, there would come a day when the peace upon this land would be lost. Thus, this inadequate disciple of yours desired to share the weight of Master's burdens by infiltrating Wujing’s Palace as an informant.”

Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

_{But amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.}When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.

But amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.

_{A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.}Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.

_{But amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.}
Jiang Lingxin’s hand then extended to gently caress Shen Yunjie’s lowered head. “My Guan’er has grown up and has done magnificently well over the past several years. Without your contribution, there was no way those treacherous would-be rebels would face their just punishment and execution.”

But amongst all those three, there were few who knew whose hand held the harshest—the swiftest blade in this round.

_{Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted.}With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.

Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

_{Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.}With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.

Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

_{When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.}N/A

When Shen Yunjie arrived at the elegant pavilion, the play was only halfway sung. Jiang Lingxin sat leisurely while in his hands, a dagger inlaid with gold and jade was twirled and spun.

_{“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.}
Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.

“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.

_{Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.}“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.

_{“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.}“Go. Bring this play to an end.”

“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

_{Shen Yunjie's fingers turned cold at the question, his body rising from his seat before kneeling in front of Jiang Lingxin. Despite this, his voice remained composed as he answered, “Seven years ago, you informed me of the situation within the imperial court, master.}“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”

Shen Yunjie's fingers turned cold at the question, his body rising from his seat before kneeling in front of Jiang Lingxin. Despite this, his voice remained composed as he answered, “Seven years ago, you informed me of the situation within the imperial court, master. You said His Majesty suffered hardships on account of others trying to encroach upon what is his alone. You said that if Prince Wujing was not removed, there would come a day when the peace upon this land would be lost. Thus, this inadequate disciple of yours desired to share the weight of Master's burdens by infiltrating Wujing’s Palace as an informant.”

_{“Go. Bring this play to an end.”}
“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”

“Go. Bring this play to an end.”

_{“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”}Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.

“But, Guan’er, the play is now over, understood?”

_N/A“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

N/A

_{“Go. Bring this play to an end.”}“Go. Bring this play to an end.”

“Go. Bring this play to an end.”

_{Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.}
“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.

Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.

_N/A
“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

N/A

_{When the curtains for the opera fell and everyone scattered, Jiang Lingxin picked up a cup of tea, then whispered, “Guan’er, do you remember why you left Tianyi seven years ago?”}
“Master!” Shen Yunjie's downcast eyes shot upwards to meet his master’s frigid gaze.

When the curtains for the opera fell and everyone scattered, Jiang Lingxin picked up a cup of tea, then whispered, “Guan’er, do you remember why you left Tianyi seven years ago?”

_{“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.}A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.

“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

_{Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.}“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.

Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.

_{Shen Yunjie obediently sat next to his master, saying nothing as both watched the play.}
Releasing his hold on Shen Yunjie’s chin, Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes and hummed the tune from the play until his melodious voice would also intermittently repeat broken lines every so often. "Wine poured into a sorrowful heart, easily intoxicated... For what needless reason hath thou deceived me—for what reason pray tell..."

Shen Yunjie obediently sat next to his master, saying nothing as both watched the play.

_{Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted.}When the curtains for the opera fell and everyone scattered, Jiang Lingxin picked up a cup of tea, then whispered, “Guan’er, do you remember why you left Tianyi seven years ago?”

Prince Wujing’s arrest for an attempted rebellion stirred up a storm in the imperial court, but in the end, all was again returned to peace. After spending many years accumulating power in the imperial court—after countless years of being a thorn in the emperor's side—Prince Wujing, Xie Minquan, and his faction were finally uprooted. And oh, was it a delightful feeling to fell such a massive tree whose branches once blotted out the sun and sky.

_{Chapter Four}A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.

Chapter Four

_{Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.}
A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.

Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.

_{Shen Yunjie's fingers turned cold at the question, his body rising from his seat before kneeling in front of Jiang Lingxin. Despite this, his voice remained composed as he answered, “Seven years ago, you informed me of the situation within the imperial court, master.}“This disciple understands,” Shen Yunjie replied in a calm tone while his gaze remained steady.

Shen Yunjie's fingers turned cold at the question, his body rising from his seat before kneeling in front of Jiang Lingxin. Despite this, his voice remained composed as he answered, “Seven years ago, you informed me of the situation within the imperial court, master. You said His Majesty suffered hardships on account of others trying to encroach upon what is his alone. You said that if Prince Wujing was not removed, there would come a day when the peace upon this land would be lost. Thus, this inadequate disciple of yours desired to share the weight of Master's burdens by infiltrating Wujing’s Palace as an informant.”

_{With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.}
With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.

With a whoosh, the air beside his ear parted before something hard and cold fell beside him with a thud.

_{Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.}Back in Jinling City, an orchestra and a troupe of actors stood on a stage performing the play of a jilted concubine, Baihua Ting (The Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers). The boisterous symphony of gold and jade cleansed the city, the orchid lamps burning the night sky as hot as day; on that night all were gathered as the festivities were in full swing.

Shen Yunjie then felt his chin being pinched, his face forced to rise and meet Jiang Lingxin’s.

_{A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.}
“Go. Bring this play to an end.”

A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.

_{“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.}Jiang Lingxin’s hand then extended to gently caress Shen Yunjie’s lowered head. “My Guan’er has grown up and has done magnificently well over the past several years. Without your contribution, there was no way those treacherous would-be rebels would face their just punishment and execution.”

“I do hope it is so, for I worry someone may have gotten so entrenched in their act that they refuse to come back to reality.” Jiang Lingxin’s tone exuded compassion and concern.

_{A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.}Shen Yunjie obediently sat next to his master, saying nothing as both watched the play.

A current emperor who made the decisive decision to go on the offensive. A general of the 26th Battalion who swiftly sent off his troops. A lord in charge of the Tianyi Division, who holds the collected evidence of the attempted coup.

_{“Master, I received word {you} called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.}“Master, I received word you called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.

“Master, I received word you called for me to—” But before he could finish his words, Jiang Lingxin waved for Shen Yunxie to sit down.

_{A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.}
Shen Yunjie’s trembling fingers grasped the fine dagger that was thrown in front of him before rising to take the black tortoise plaque granting access to the Imperial Prison from Jiang Lingxin’s hand.

A pale Shen Yunjie bound his fists tightly as they lay hidden beneath his sleeves.

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Author's Note:

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Notes:

Note: The play/opera is called The Drunken Concubine/Pavillion of a Hundred Flowers. It’s about the concubine Yang Yuhuan (Yang Guifei [she was so “that girl” she got a whole title created for her]) who was waiting for the emperor at the Hundred Flower Pavillion, but as the night went on, she realised he went to visit another concubine and got pissed drunk and reckless. She got so drunk, her servants lied and told her the emperor was actually coming after she had a meltdown (and possibly came on to someone), so she had another meltdown after finding out they lied. They calmed her down eventually. This is a rough summary of a play revolving around the Helen of Troy in Chinese history.

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