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... n gazed at the brooding sky, a sigh of melancholy escaped him. He moved forward, his steps, both aged and solemn, crushing the wilted grass beneath, making a rustling noise. The withered branches along the path, rattled in the chilly wind, wailing mournfully, were like skeletal fingers, reaching out to the horizon, painting a scene of desolation.
From the moment Luo Min received the imperial decree of his demotion to Jining the previous day, his household began packing. It was not until ...
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