The coiled dragon pillars of the Imperial Study cast long, distorted shadows in the twilight. When the Emperor slammed Grand Tutor Lu’s letter onto the desk, the bronze candle holder rattled, splattering hot wax onto a confidential report embossed with the golden characters: "Gu Family Loyalty."
"The Holy Monarch Cult, indeed!" He snatched up his cinnabar brush and stabbed a hole through the words "Yin-Yang Bureau." "Twenty years! They have kept even me in the dark. Issue the decree: the Xuan'an Bureau will coordinate with the Court of Judicial Review to conduct a thorough investigation of the Yin-Yang Bureau within three days!"
As the young eunuch knelt to receive the imperial decree and backed out, Pi Yanlin was napping under an old scholar tree in the backyard of the Xuan'an Bureau.
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