The night was already deep, and outside the window the wind and rain fell in a fine, dreary mist. On a night like this, even the stars were hidden from view, yet Jiang Cangyue was still sorting through the letters in her hands.
In the courtyard, the cicadas chirped without stopping, sounding somewhat grating. A lingering trace of newly blended incense still hung in the air as Man Chu gently rolled up her sleeves to grind ink for Jiang Cangyue, speaking in a soft voice: "Mistress, you must take care of your eyes while sorting through these letters. The light is never bright enough, and it always strains your vision."
Her mistress was always busy; when she wasn't copying Buddhist scriptures, she was sorting through correspondence with the Four Gates and intelligence reports that had been investigated.
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