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... Xianyun was carried sideways in Yelu Yan’s arms, her delicate arms naturally draping over his neck as she looked around, sizing up the palace.
The West Mountain Palace was grand and imposing, blending the architectural style of the Khitan, very pleasing to the eyes.
The sun hung over West Mountain, retracting its rays, the sunlight coming through enough to illuminate the palace, but the lamps were already lit.
The room was toasty from the heating stove, starkly different ...
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