"Clatter..."
Pei Hengyu swept the memorial reports from his desk in a fit of rage, sending them cascading down upon Wen Jingyue. They struck Wen Jingyue’s head, shattering his hair crown and sending his ink-black hair spilling over his shoulders in a state of utter disarray.
Yuchi Lan, standing nearby, felt his legs turn to jelly. Terrified, he started to sink to his knees.
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