Morning sunlight spread across the Imperial Palace.
Golden rays filtered through carved windows and illuminated the endless palace corridors.
Servants moved quietly.
Officials hurried toward court.
Everything appeared normal.
Yet inside the Emperor's mind—
Nothing was normal.
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The mysterious letter remained hidden inside his sleeve.
Its weight felt heavier than iron.
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After a sleepless night, he had reached a decision.
There was only one person left to ask.
His mother.
The Dowager Empress.
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Soon—
The Emperor arrived at the Dowager's courtyard.
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The palace maids immediately bowed.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
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The Emperor nodded.
"Is Mother awake?"
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"Her Majesty is having tea."
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Without delay, he entered.
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Inside the elegant hall, the Dowager Empress sat gracefully beside a low table.
Fresh tea steamed from delicate porcelain cups.
She appeared calm.
Peaceful.
As she always did.
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The moment she saw her son, a smile appeared.
