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An old eunuch from the Department of the Palace, who was in charge of making the name tags, received a piece of water white jade from his superiors. He rubbed the jade’s surface with the palm of his hand, somewhat moved as he said, “In just a short period, the name tag has changed from white marble to water white jade. Could this master be the most favored in the harem?”

“Water white jade. Isn’t this something only the rank of zhaorong and above can use?” asked the old eunuch’s a ...

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