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... as no longer steady. The characters she wrote began to look crooked and twisted. She never liked writing to begin with, and now, thrown into this icy-cold small Buddhist hall without even a charcoal brazier, it was no wonder that her hands were nearly frozen stiff, making it impossible to write well.
Yet, if she didn’t write, overtly defying and tearing off all pretenses seemed unwise. The Emperor hadn’t even torn off all pretenses with his own birth mother, let alone with her. Therefore ...
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