The Old Eunuch’s pupils constricted sharply, as if a wound unhealed for four hundred years had been pierced.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, repeating this several times before squeezing two words out from between his teeth. They were so faint they were almost swallowed by the hum of the ventilation system: "Lü... Fang."
Inside the observation room, Lu Chenzhou suddenly clenched his fists. This name had never appeared in official Ming Dynasty histories; it was a fabrication.
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