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My father wrote the word "Unjustly Accused" in blood in the imperial edict and died. When I escaped from the capital with the last half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, the ink on the official arrest warrant in the city was still wet. Hiding in the Prince Regent's carriage was a gamble - the man slaughtered the city without batting an eye, and it was said that there were eighteen kinds of weapons hidden in the carriage. I shook the gap dagger and put it against his throat: "Don't make a sound, otherwise..." His Adam's apple rolled under my blade, but he chuckled: "What else?" When the hoofbeats of the pursuers were loud, I could smell the blood seeping from my sleeves. But he suddenly frowned and took a deep breath, and twisted the corner of my sleeve with his blood-stained fingertips: "What kind of incense are you inhaling?" Later, on the night when the enemy's capital fell, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me. With the taste of rust spreading between his lips and teeth, he said hoarsely, "Do you have any intention? Don't you know what I do to you?" ?

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