The midnight drum toll pierced the curtain of rain as the Third Prince of the Canglang State stepped into the room, silhouetted by the moonlight.
It was rare for it to rain in the Capital during the winter.
The hem of the Third Prince’s fox-fur cloak was sodden with mud, yet the moment he stepped inside, he raised a gift box high above his head, his posture as humble as a sacrificial lamb.
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