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... clap my hands saying: “A good death, a good death.” I can only say that Consort Mi’s death, in a certain way, is a perfect ending, be it for herself, be it for He Lian Chen.

On the day of Consort Mi’s burial, the imperial palace was a scene of white, the original scorching hot summer was reduced to bleakness. The blooming flowers no longer seem stunning, those chirping birds no longer seem cheerful, the lake water reflecting the sun’s heat no longer seem heart-warming. Everywhere within ...

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