On consecutive rainy days, the sky was heavily clouded like a heavy and cold heart.Leaning against the window, Leng Qingtang frowned at the thick curtain of rain. The air was cold and damp with each breath.As gloomy as the weather, he couldn’t cheer up no matter what he did.The news from Southern Jiang was likely to reach the capital this month, considering the Eastern Depot's capacity.In the capital, the Spring Banquet had been put off due to the matter of Jingyang Palace, which was good to the Eastern Depot's advantage.Having lost sleep for days, Leng Qingtang felt a constant throbbing in the temple as if there had been a bee nest in his head.Lying on his side in bed, he kept thinking about the night a few days ago when he closed his eyes. The suspicious and cruel Emperor, unyielding Concubine Xu, the bloodshed in Qinming Hall, and the thunderstorm that had shocked the capital...
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