The fire at the Shen residence illuminated half of the capital.
As the heat wave lifted the curtain of her sedan chair, Shen Xitang saw her own bedchamber collapse into the raging inferno. Her father’s cherished astronomical classics transformed into a swarm of fiery butterflies dancing in the sky.
The screams of the Imperial Guard’s scouts rang out one after another; each arrow from Xiao Heng found its mark in a throat with lethal precision, as if he were conducting a silent slaughter.
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