When returning to the palace, Xia Qing passed by a small shop selling lanterns, and his attention was drawn to one lantern hanging at the entrance. The lantern was crafted in the shape of a lotus flower, but upon closer inspection, it was different from a real lotus; its petals were sharp, resembling shards of ice shooting upward, and its stamen was barely visible.
The lantern paper was dyed a light blue color.
This is a Lingwei flower.
Xia Qing froze, thought for a moment, and said. “I’ve never really seen what a Lingwei flower looks like.”
Lou Guan Xue’s steps hesitated slightly, his tone calm as he asked, “Do you like that lantern?”
Xia Qing, puzzled, replied, “Yes, I do. Are you going to buy it for me then?”
Lou Guan Xue stared at him, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His peach blossom eyes carried a hint of playful teasing. “Are you asking for something from me?” he said, not using “I“ but “this one”, adding a touch of lazy provocation to his tone.
Unmoved by his demeanor, Xia Qing responded coldly, “Are you just talking nonsense?”
Lou Guan Xue lowered his lashes like curtains, glancing at him briefly before saying nothing more. He walked into the shop, where the merchant greeted him anxiously. Lou Guan Xue purchased the “treasure of the shop” without hesitation.
Money and wealth were mundane matters unrelated to fairies. Xia Qing was still reeling from the shock of witnessing Lou Guan Xue’s actual purchase when he saw this noble figure casually hand over a pearl worth a city.
The shopkeeper was ecstatic, bending and bowing with exaggerated deference as he handed over the Jingwei flower lantern, its handle now in the possession of this extraordinary guest.
Xia Qing was dumbfounded.
As Lou Guan Xue left the shop, he naturally handed the lantern to Xia Qing, his robes as white as snow, his wrist as delicate as frost.
Xia Qing had just reached out to take it, but quickly withdrew his hand, realizing, “No, I’m a ghost now. Others can’t see me, they’ll only see the lantern. Won’t it be strange if a lantern inexplicably floats beside you?”
Lou Guan Xue asked, “So?”
After some thought, Xia Qing touched his nose and said, “Could you help me bring it into the palace?”
Lou Guan Xue maintained his posture for a long while before chuckling softly and murmuring, “You really are…”
But he didn’t finish his sentence, instead graciously accepting the lantern.
Thus, on Ling Guang Street, there appeared a celestial figure clad in white, wearing a silver-crowned mask, carrying a flower lantern in hand, attracting countless gazes from passersby.
Xia Qing felt somewhat uncomfortable, but couldn’t think of anything wrong—after all, it wouldn’t be a burden for Lou Guan Xue to carry the lantern.
After a moment’s hesitation, Xia Qing sincerely said, “Thank you.” Then, feeling it wasn’t cautious enough, added, “It’s on me.” Still feeling inadequate, he added, “Sorry for the trouble.”
Lou Guan Xue lazily replied, “You should indeed thank me.” With a slight smirk, he whispered to those covertly sizing him up, “Thank me for not gouging out their eyes.”
Was that what I was thanking him for?
Xia Qing: “…”
On the way back to the palace, Xia Qing glanced at the bustling street once more.
—-
On the bustling Zimo Street in Ling Guang, two groups clashed head-on, each brimming with hostility.
One person was on horseback, while the other was inside a carriage
The horse was a fiery steed, and the rider was none other than Yan Mu, whom Xia Qing had encountered once in the palace.
Under today’s sunlight, one could see clearly the appearance of Yan Mu.
Dressed in black armor, with his hair tightly bound, he seemed to be in the prime of his life. However, the malicious glint in his eyes added a touch of gloominess. With sunken eye sockets and faint bluish hues beneath his eyes, it was evident he indulged in excesses.
He sneered, “A good dog doesn’t block the road. Who do I see here? Wei Liu Guang, haven’t you been leashed at home by your old man? Yet you dare to strut around outside?”
From inside the carriage came a disdainful chuckle, the tone smooth and dripping with an attitude of disregard, “If you haven’t had your legs broken by the Regent, why should I be confined at home?”
Yan Mu’s face darkened.
His whip lashed out suddenly, swishing through the air and striking the driver on the carriage.
Caught off guard, the driver cried out in pain as blood streaked across his body and face, tumbling off the carriage.
Yan Mu had been lectured countless times by his family to avoid trouble with the Wei and Wu families, but that didn’t mean he was meek.
After the scuffle at the Feng Yue Tower and the recent confrontation at the Jin Luan Hall, he was seething with anger.
Now, meeting on the street again, he had no intention of holding back.
The carriage curtain was abruptly pulled open.
In the crowd, Xia Qing caught sight of the face of this notorious playboy from Ling Guang.
Wei Liu Guang’s name was Liu Guang, but there was nothing refined or elegant about him. Adorned in a purple jade crown and a black and red robe, he had developed a lingering scent of rouge and powder from spending too much time among women. However, he didn’t come across as overly feminine. Judging by his words and actions, he was simply an arrogant young master from a wealthy family.
At this moment, the scion’s expression turned icy as he sneered, “Yan Mu, are you planning to kneel in front of the Jin Luan Hall again? If you want to kneel, don’t drag me into it. If you want to fight, go find my father at the Wei residence. After the fight, I guarantee you’ll kneel long enough.”
Yan Mu was so furious his eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets. He roared, “Wei Liu Guang!”
Wei Liu Guang simply drew the curtain shut, paying him no mind. “Let’s go. Ignore this mad dog,” he said coldly.
The guards escorted the coachman away.
Another person mounted a horse and drove the carriage away through a detour.
Left behind, Yan Mu seethed with rage but could do nothing. Finally, he lashed out with his whip, violently striking down a group of onlookers by the roadside.
The whip was barbed, and with one strike, it drew blood, leaving the innocent bystanders on the ground, pleading for mercy amid their bloodied faces.
The people standing beside Xia Qing and Lou Guan Xue scattered in fear, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
With a sigh, Xia Qing expressed his frustration with a breath of exasperation, having nothing more to say about this feudal society that prioritized royal authority.
Beside him, the chief remnant of feudalism looked on with indifference, showing no interest whatsoever. He lifted the lantern and asked Xia Qing, “Have you seen enough?”
Xia Qing replied, “Yes, let’s go.”
Taking a few steps forward, Lou Guan Xue smirked meaningfully. “I thought you would give Yan Mu a lesson,” he remarked coolly.
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Xia Qing obediently took it, lowering his head to play with the lantern’s wick curiously. He heard Lou Guan Xue slowly remark from above, “You do seem to enjoy meddling in others’ affairs.”
With a sudden exertion of force, Xia Qing nearly broke the wick.
He raised his head, glaring coldly at the person opposite him.
Lou Guan Xue smirked, “But that’s fine. No need to change.”
I didn’t plan to change anyway. After a sarcastic thought, Xia Qing lowered his head again, continuing to toy with the lantern. His lashes shielded his light-colored eyes, and his black hair fell against his fair cheeks, making him look unusually docile.
Lou Guan Xue stood by, watching.
Suddenly, Xia Qing spoke up. “Before coming to this world, I never thought I enjoyed meddling in others’ affairs.”
Mainly because of the modern rule of law society, where there aren’t so many messy things.
Either he couldn’t handle them, or he couldn’t encounter them.
Lou Guan Xue, intrigued, responded, “What kind of person were you before?”
Xia Qing hesitated for a moment. “What kind of answer are you looking for? Others’ opinions of me, or my own assessment?”
Lou Guan Xue pondered for a moment before chuckling. “Why would I want to hear others’ opinions of you?”
Xia Qing ran his hand through his hair, recalling his own life experiences. He replied candidly, “Just ordinary, I suppose.”
Lou Guan Xue asked again, “What kind of ordinary?”
Xia Qing quipped, “If I could describe it, then it wouldn’t be ordinary.”
Growing up in a conventional manner, going to school in a conventional way, aside from being observant of others and strangely chaste, Xia Qing never felt he was different.
Lou Guan Xue smiled and didn’t pursue the topic further, instead remarking, “I’ve found a way to bring you back to life.”
Xia Qing’s mind went blank, and he froze. “What?”
Lou Guan Xue continued, “Or maybe not bring you back to life, but to regain control of your own body.”
Xia Qing stared in disbelief. “Are you joking?”
Lou Guan Xue, with a hint of a smile on his lips and deep eyes, countered, “Do you think I enjoy joking?”
Xia Qing: “…”
No, Lou Guan Xue never enjoyed joking.
Xia Qing dryly stated, “I don’t want it!”
Lou Guan Xue stared at him.
Xia Qing, feeling frustrated again, recalled being forced into the incident at the Zhai Xing Tower and almost wanted to hit someone with the lantern. However, he restrained himself, finding the action too effeminate. “Don’t force me either,” he said through gritted teeth.
Lou Guan Xue smiled. “Okay.”
By the time they returned to the palace, it was already evening.
Nightfall had arrived, and within the palace, the lights were brightly lit. The nine-tiered palace halls resembled dormant beasts under the moonlight.
As darkness fell, Xia Qing struck a match to light the lantern wick, watching it slowly illuminate the darkness.
The ice-blue petals glowed with a fluorescent sheen, cool yet magnificent, reminding him involuntarily of the stories from the merfolk legend.
He held the lantern forward.
Xia Qing remarked, “Doesn’t it look like a lamp illuminating a departed soul?”
Being in a spiritual state, if seen by palace maids or eunuchs, it would appear as a lotus-shaped lamp, softly floating in the air.
Lou Guan Xue casually commented, “More like a haunting.”
Xia Qing: “…Oh.”
Xia Qing continued to tinker with the flower on his own.
Lou Guan Xue stood by, watching disinterestedly, his snow-white robes and black hair even colder than the wintry night.
By the end of March, all things were vibrant with life. Various flowers and precious plants bloomed profusely in the imperial garden, accompanied by the buzzing of insects.
He watched Xia Qing closely.
The young man’s thoughts were clear and pure, as if he had grown up amidst boundless love, vividly displaying his emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. It seemed as though he had been pampered since childhood, fostering a sincere and kind nature, passionate and benevolent. However, such a personality was matched with a soul that was unusually quiet and mysterious.
He remembered Xia Qing’s words in the barrier, mentioning the “orphanage,” saying, “No parents, no origin, no future, no destination.”
When Lou Guan Xue withdrew his gaze, Xia Qing had just dismantled the lantern handle and held the flower in his palm.
“This should be better. It doesn’t look like a haunting anymore,” he murmured, scratching his ear.
After all, there are sky lanterns in the world! It’s not too far-fetched to have a flower lantern floating in the air!
Xia Qing glanced at Lou Guan Xue, feeling somewhat conflicted about him now.
Because in this world, only he could see him and talk to him. Although Xia Qing never felt lonely, this kind of bond was still quite rare. And to be honest, Lou Guan Xue wasn’t too bad to him.
Dragging the lantern, Xia Qing said, “If you’re attending court tomorrow, just wake me up.” But he would probably wake up earlier than Lou Guan Xue.
Lou Guan Xue replied, “Hmm.”
After some thought, Xia Qing added, “Thank you for taking care of my emotions, but you don’t have to suppress yourself too much.”
He carefully considered his words and said, “This era is different from the one I grew up in. Some people must be killed. It is not possible to judge innocence or guilt based on my own personal understanding.” Just don’t kill for fun like at the Zhai Xing Tower.
After speaking, he felt like he was being overly sentimental—would Lou Guan Xue sacrifice himself for others?! The celestial beings simply disliked killing and abhorred bloodshed, but he seemed to take himself too seriously. Xia Qing felt a strange sense of shame for the first time in his life, forcing a smile and continuing, “Oh, if there’s any use for me, you don’t have to be polite. After all, I’m just a ghost, an outsider, and there are always conveniences.”
Lou Guan Xue chuckled at his earlier words but remained noncommittal.
Then he responded to Xia Qing’s latter statement, “You can’t even leave me, so where could I possibly need you?”
Xia Qing: “…” Oh right, if he needed help stealing something, Lou Guan Xue would have to be there in person.
Feeling deflated, Xia Qing didn’t wait for a rebuttal. As they passed by a secluded corner of the palace wall, Xia Qing suddenly heard voices.
Amidst the faint chirping of insects, there was the agitated voice of a young man.
“Fu Chang Sheng, how many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to leave the palace!”
Wen Jiao?
Xia Qing froze.
Lou Guan Xue had never been conscious of needing to avoid suspicion, continuing forward.
Xia Qing tugged at his sleeve and quickly pulled him back.
Lou Guan Xue glanced at his sleeve, smiled, and lowered his voice, asking, “Do you just enjoy watching drama so much?”
It’s not that. Xia Qing vaguely replied, “…Maybe.”
Here he goes again, meddling in other people’s business and enjoying the commotion! He’s certainly taken on the perfect persona of the “helpful citizen” Xia!
Behind them was a tall wall.
Lush with flowers and plants, the corners adorned with flourishing branches of banyan trees.
“Oh.” Lou Guan Xue lifted his gaze and glanced, “Since you’re keen on watching, then let’s get a clearer view.”
With that, he swayed lightly, his robes billowing like snow in the wind, and he was already seated atop the high wall.
Xia Qing: “!” Damn it! Are you the ghost or am I?
Lou Guan Xue could actually perform light work?
Clutching his own lamp, Xia Qing hurriedly floated up to sit beside Lou Guan Xue.
A vine, unnamed, crawled up the wall, its green leaves stacked in layers.
Xia Qing: “I never thought, one day I’d be sitting on a wall with you watching someone else’s drama.”
Lou Guan Xue chuckled lightly, “I never thought I’d be watching someone else’s drama.”
Xia Qing fell silent.
On the other side of the wall, indeed, was Wen Jiao.
He was still dressed in the clothes of a young eunuch, green, his whole being tender like a bamboo shoot.
Facing him was a young man standing upright, with a demeanor as firm as pine and as unyielding as iron, silent and reserved.
Wen Jiao, utterly annoyed, said, “Why leave the palace? To continue wandering the streets and suffering? I’ve had enough of those days. I don’t want to live like that anymore.”
Fu Chang Sheng didn’t say anything. He was wearing the uniform of a low-ranking palace guard from the Chu Kingdom, simply handing over the hard-earned gold beads in his hand to Wen Jiao, saying in a hoarse voice, “Alright, if you don’t want to leave, then don’t leave.”
Wen Jiao choked up upon receiving the gold beads, but after thinking about his recent experiences, any remorse was quickly washed away by his grievances. His eyes turned red as he said, “I just can’t bear the suffering. I don’t want to be someone’s servant. What can I do? I’ve been raised as a prince in the Liang Kingdom for so long, everyone has made me this way, what can I do.”
Fu Chang Sheng raised his head, once a prominent young general on the battlefields of Liang Kingdom, now fallen to the dust. With a resolute and handsome appearance, his eyes were gentle as he looked at the tears in the young man’s eyes and softly said, “Your Highness, if you don’t want to leave the palace, it’s alright.”
Wen Jiao collected the gold beads, then suddenly remembered something, his nose turning red as he asked him, “Then are you going to leave the palace? Are you going to abandon me? Fu Chang Sheng, you’re the only one by my side now.” He murmured softly, naive yet selfish, tears streaming down his cheeks, “You’re the only one who’s good to me in this world now, please don’t leave.”
Fu Chang Sheng remained silent.
He was a war god, still young, and he could easily leave this palace of the Chu Kingdom, a place where people were eaten without spitting out bones, and go to the Dongshan to start anew, to fulfill his ambitions. But under the moonlight, the tears of the youth became shackles, hindering his steps.
After some thought, Fu Chang Sheng explained to him, “Your Highness, I’ll leave the palace first, then come back to get you later.” He promised, “I won’t let you suffer.”
But the youth’s tears surged even more.
“No!” Wen Jiao reached out fearfully and grabbed him, fingertips trembling with fear, he pleaded hoarsely, “Don’t go, Brother Chang Sheng. I’ll die if you’re not in the Chu Kingdom Palace.”
He called him Brother Chang Sheng.
Wen Jiao’s eyes were full of pleading, “Please don’t go.”
Fu Chang Sheng looked quietly at him.
This was his Highness. Spoiled since childhood, afraid of hardship and tiredness, vain and weak, naive yet selfish. He couldn’t bear the indulgence of others that made him unable to endure hardship, and the injustice of heaven that led him to this situation.
Wen Jiao was almost pierced by his gaze, feeling even more aggrieved, but he knew how to deal with Fu Chang Sheng.
Just like every time before, he trembled his lips, his voice choked with tears as he said, “Brother Chang Sheng, don’t leave, I only have you now. You promised my mother to take care of me, you can’t abandon me, Brother Chang Sheng.”
Fu Chang Sheng’s character was as gentle as stone, his eyes pitch-black, able to see through all his thoughts, yet he chose to reach out and wipe the tears from his face, hoarsely saying, “Alright, Your Highness, I won’t leave.”
He didn’t want to talk about how difficult it was for him to hide and disguise himself in the palace. It was a matter of life and death, a sword hanging over his head, with no relief in sight.
Anyway, if he did say it, His Highness would just pretend to be ignorant and use his coquettishness to cover it up.
Wen Jiao wept with joy, a hint of self-satisfaction hidden in the depths of his eyes.
He held Fu Chang Sheng’s hand and said, “Brother Chang Sheng, I’ve already caught the attention of the Emperor, and Lady Bai He also said she would help me. Once I become his favorite concubine, I’ll make him value you again and let you return to the battlefield.”
Fu Chang Sheng smiled bitterly.
How could that sinister and tyrannical young emperor of the Chu Kingdom value him, let alone favor a prince of the Liang Kingdom?
He spoke solemnly, “Your Highness, the Emperor of the Chu Kingdom is not a good person, you’d better not provoke him.”
Wen Jiao hated hearing this sentence the most.
He had deliberately tried to forget the ordeal in the study.
“No, that won’t happen. I’ve offended him twice and he hasn’t killed me. Lady Bai He said I’m special to him.”
He always had confidence in himself.
“And…” Wen Jiao bit his lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally looked up, saying, “I seem to be a pure merman, like my mother. And the pure merman clan has a natural power to charm people’s hearts.”
As he said this, excitement flashed in his eyes.
Fu Chang Sheng had been quietly watching him, his handsome and silent face showing no emotion.
The red mole between Wen Jiao’s eyebrows carried a charming light, his appearance innocent yet delicate. “Brother Chang Sheng, you will help me, won’t you?”
Fu Chang Sheng’s voice was hoarse. “Are you trying to seduce Lou Guan Xue?”
Wen Jiao didn’t seem to think it was a humiliating thing. He said, “Yes.”
Fu Chang Sheng remained silent for a long time before saying, “Your Highness, after your father, the emperor, and your mother, there is still the Liang Kingdom…”
“Enough! I know!” Wen Jiao suddenly teared up.
He knew what Fu Chang Sheng was going to say. In the study, His Majesty had said the same words with a smile, and in the end, casually shattered what little remained of his dignity with these words, like a slap to his face.
“But what can I do?” Wen Jiao wiped the corners of his eyes with his slender arms, his trembling body shaking with sobs. “None of you have experienced what I’ve been through, so what right do you have to judge me? I just don’t want to live a hard life, I just want to climb higher, I just want to live well. Is that wrong?”
“I also want to avenge my father and mother, but the Liang Kingdom has already fallen! What do you want me to use for revenge?”
He felt so wronged, continuously wiping his tears. “Before my mother died, she told me that grudges are just fate. She only wanted me to live happily. I just want to live happily. I don’t want to bear the hatred of a broken country and family. Fu Chang Sheng, please don’t force me.”
Fu Chang Sheng knew his temperament, but for the first time, he understood his selfishness so clearly.
The hatred of a fallen nation and a ruined family never needs to be forced upon one’s shoulders. It is etched in the blood of those who hold even a shred of gratitude for the kindness they received, or even a flicker of longing for their homeland.
However, Wen Jiao’s attitude is something he should have expected all along, isn’t it?
Wen Jiao choked up as he said, “I never thought I was a good person.”
He sniffled, “I’m just a very selfish person. But Brother Chang Sheng, please don’t hate me. You’re all I have.”
Fu Chang Sheng had grown numb to these words after hearing them all night. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them and said, “Alright, Your Highness.”
Wen Jiao finally smiled through his tears.
Holding the golden pearls happily, he turned and left.
Sitting on the wall and having witnessed everything, Xia Qing was too shocked to react, his gaze first falling on Fu Chang Sheng’s face.
It was the tough and handsome face honed on the battlefield, now dressed in drab guard clothing, like an eagle whose feet had been ensnared, but the trap was willingly entered.
Having listened to all the conversations between the two, Lou Guan Xue remained indifferent, accustomed to hearing his name frequently in others’ conversations.
He simply asked Xia Qing, “Can we go now?”
Xia Qing: “… Let’s go.”
As Xia Qing floated down from the wall, he glanced at Fu Chang Sheng once more.
The leaves of the vines on the wall rustled softly.
Fu Chang Sheng stood still in place, as if frozen like a statue.
After taking a few steps, Xia Qing looked back again.
Lou Guan Xue’s indifferent gaze swept over, saying, “Do you want me to tie him up in front of you so you can get a clear look?”
Xia Qing snapped out of his daze instantly. “Forget it,” he quickly changed the subject, saying with frustration, “What do you think these two are up to?”
Lou Guan Xue replied lightly, “Wen Jiao seeks wealth and prosperity. As for Fu Chang Sheng, his brain has entered the water.”
Xia Qing: “…”
Lou Guan Xue thought of something, smiling slyly, “Oh, according to the prophecy of that fire, I should also have a muddle brain.”
Xia Qing was speechless, turning to fiddle with his lantern.
Before understanding Lou Guan Xue, hearing that story made it seem like a melodramatic soap opera, with everyone being villains.
There was a pampered, naive, and pitiful character with a tragic background, loved devotedly by an honest and loyal general from their homeland. After finally climbing into the bed of the new emperor of Chu, he was abused physically and emotionally, living in a gilded cage. Later, he crossed paths with the High Priest and ended up in a tragic love affair as a substitute.
The elements of melodrama were all there, really impressive.
Back then, when he heard that story, his understanding of Lou Guan Xue’s character was that of a destined-to-be humiliated paper-thin tyrant, who would end up chasing after his wife to the crematorium and later being slapped in the face as a lapdog.
Now, after spending so much time together and having once entered his barrier, he knows a corner of Lou Guan Xue’s icy personality.
Xia Qing felt that Lou Guan Xue’s remark back then, “Continue, let him speak, I also want to hear my ending,” was probably quite ironic.
When he was not going crazy, Lou Guan Xue was even more rational and calm than Xia Qing was.
Xia Qing wondered what Lou Guan Xue felt when he listened to this storyline that described himself as a fool.
Lou Guan Xue casually asked, ‘Are you very interested in Fu Chang Sheng?’
Xia Qing held a small petal, shook his head, then nodded, thought for a moment, and then shook his head again. ‘Not really interested, I just feel… very strange.’
Very strange.
Seeing Fu Chang Sheng, there was a subconscious feeling… that they should know each other, familiar as if they were old friends. So seeing him so humble in front of Wen Jiao, forced to put down his pride and arrogance, Xia Qing felt quite uncomfortable.
Lou Guan Xue simply acknowledged with a faint ‘mm.’
Xia Qing sighed and continued, ‘But it’s not too surprising. But he is a general from Liang Kingdom, have you noticed? Are you going to make a move against him?’
Lou Guan Xue: ‘Do you want me to make a move against him?’
Xia Qing looked puzzled, ‘Why are you asking me?’ He just found Fu Chang Sheng a bit strange, that was all, and he had said he wouldn’t meddle in Lou Guan Xue’s affairs.
Lou Guan Xue withdrew his gaze. ‘Then I won’t.’
Xia Qing: ‘?’ So kind-hearted?
I would have dropped the original story after a page at most, because of being anoyed by Wen Jiao. He’s bad enough as a side character 😑
I wonder if the familiarity in regard to the general has anything to do with Xia Qing’s strange dreams. Looking forward to seeing what’s going on with the memories that might or moght not be his.
You will be annoyed by him more and more. I understand the pain…
Luckily the mc and ml are interesting and intelligent enough to not fall for his act 😅
Xia qing should just replace wen jiao body instead of LGX. Seriously that so called white moonlight character is unbearable.
I hope they get to save the general. Poor guy, he’s being chained by his own morals
Oooh I see I see it’s looks like our MC has the protagonist halo! If he wasn’t a ghost then he would be collecting a harem~
I wonder if the real book was his orphaned self, while the immortal one is his real life 🤔
So excited to learn more!!! I feel like his majesty jade fairy knows more about the sword and all that mess
Thank you for the chapter
Really easy to work with emperor
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