That night, inside the Chuigong Hall.
Candlelight cast Zhao Yan’s shadow against the golden-yellow hangings, his tall, slender frame appearing desolate and lonely.
Dexi stepped forward, holding a bowl of ginseng soup. "Your Majesty, it is nearly the Hour of the Rat." He looked at the dark circles under the Emperor's eyes. "Your health is paramount."
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