Chapter 14 · free to read
He had spent six years in the southern depots. He walked back into the Inner Bureau on a Tuesday and had the shape of the mourning halls by Friday.
Guo took the cell in the first week of the new year, and the court called it the finest piece of Bureau work in a decade.
He had taken the poisoned victory, and then he had turned it over, and made our own stitch the evidence. To save her I would have to stand up in the Dowager's chamber and say aloud what this hall is.
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