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I knelt before the lifeless body of the Chief Minister, the Dragon Pattern Hilt pressed against his third vertebra. The dragon motif coiling around the scabbard suddenly writhed, its dark golden scales scraping against the Azure Brick, emitting a hissing sound like a snake flicking its tongue.
"Dust to dust..."
Amidst the brittle sound of the blade striking bone, a hoarse male voice exploded in my ears, tinged with the scent of Rusty Iron. I saw blood tears seeping from the Pixiu paperweight on the desk, and the half-dried ink in the inkstone suddenly surged like boiling water.
A crisp sound of porcelain shattering came from outside the window. The Yangxin Soup delivered from the Imperial Kitchen meandered across the bluestone slab, and when the silver needle pierced it, it remained as bright as snow.
In the fish tank of the Corridor, a Liujin Red Carp suddenly burst its scales, its flesh torn apart by an invisible hand, instantly transforming into a pool of glistening gelatin mixed with shattered bones. I curled behind the Han White Jade railing, my nails digging into the newly grown moss in the stone crevices.
A small eunuch's furtive figure flashed deep within the bamboo grove, jade fragments spilling from his pouch, glistening with a waxy dark red.
"Pay respects to my aunt."
As I blocked his retreat, he was busy wiping his hands with a handkerchief embroidered with intertwined lotuses. The sticky residue on the Kerchief Corner shimmered peacock green under the moonlight; it was Crane Top Red sealing wax specially provided by the Shang Gong Bureau.
He suddenly grinned.
As sparks flew from behind my ear, I yanked him by the collar and hurled him into the Lotus Pond. Yet that frail body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds; droplets of Blood Pearl oozed between my fingers and crystallized in midair into four seal characters: "Reverse Scale · Bing Chen," sizzling as they burned into the bluestone slab.
Only half of a blood-stained Porcelain Vase remained in the ashes.
The sound of Midnight's Bangzi shattered against the palace walls; as I slipped into the duty room, I caught a familiar whiff of Agarwood Incense.
The Genealogy pressed beneath Zhuang Lian was wrapped in human skin, its ink tracing out the Jade Craftsman Family abruptly stopping in the seventeenth year of Yongchang—when Consort Li's sedan chair vanished towards the Cold Palace.
The chill from the dry well licked at my nape.
In that moment when the Fire Starter illuminated the wall, a woman nailed with thirty-eight Through Bone Nails blinked at me. From her chest downwards, she had already undergone Jade Transformation; her emerald veins flowed steadily under the moonlight, and nestled in her hair was a Nine-Tailed Phoenix Hairpin—the very tribute missing from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"Good child..."
As Consort Li's lips moved, the well water suddenly surged like blood.
The Birthmark on my wrist erupted with golden light, and the Shattered Jade in my arms transformed into the Chihwen Knife.
As the blade severed the first wave of Arrow Rain, the East Wall of the secret chamber collapsed amidst the roar of gunpowder.
In the swirling smoke, a cold glimmer suddenly appeared.
Chen Xing's Curved Blade whizzed past my ear, slicing down three poisoned Sleeve Arrows.
This woman from the Dark Veil had the emblem of Prince Jing’s Manor embroidered on her attire, but when she swung her arm to cleave the falling Crossbeam, I clearly saw a Jade Pattern identical to Consort Li's emerge at her neck.
A muffled sound echoed from the well as a massive stone blocked it.
"Bing Chen Year, July Half," Chen Xing suddenly grasped my wrist, pressing her fingertip against the center of the Birthmark. "If you want to survive, remember that the Reverse Scale Guard never believes in tears."
As her hairpin sliced through the Human Skin Map, a wind like a baby's wail suddenly echoed above us.
The Skull of Consort Li from Jade Transformation rolled to my feet, and within her Emerald Eyes reflected what was slowly rising behind us...
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