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... rnoon sun.
The moment the carriage rolled across the marble bridge, the guards straightened, trumpets blew once, and the bronze doors swung open — swallowing the convoy whole.
Servants lined the courtyard, heads bowed as the Emperor’s party returned.
The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and steel, as if the very stones remembered discipline.
When the carriage stopped, Ananya waited for him to move first.
But Zhao Rui was already gone.
He’d stepped ...
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