Recap: On the nineteenth of the twelfth lunar month, the Imperial Palace's Ancestral Temple was solemn and quiet. The vermilion palace walls reflected a soft glow in the setting sun, and the bronze bells at the eaves swayed gently in the breeze, chiming crisply.
Inside the Ancestral Temple, incense smoke swirled, and the spirit tablets of past emperors were neatly arranged, exuding an inviolable, sacred aura.
Yet, right now, a bizarre and comical farce was unfolding within the Ancestral Temple.
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