The midsummer sun blazed like fire, baking the bluestone courtyard of the prince's estate. Heat waves shimmered in the air, and even the chirping of the cicadas sounded listless.
"Crack!"
The Prince of Zhennan slammed the secret report onto the yellow pear-wood table with such force that a few drops of chilled sour plum juice splashed from his teacup, leaving dark, spreading stains on the wood.
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