The Imperial Palace slept beneath a silver moon.
Lanterns flickered softly along stone pathways.
The guards patrolled quietly.
The maids rested.
Even the endless palace politics seemed to have paused for one peaceful night.
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Inside the Empress's chamber—
The room was silent.
The Emperor slept on one side of the bed.
The Empress on the other.
Not close.
But no longer as distant as before.
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Outside the curtains—
The three ghosts sat around a table.
The female ghost Fen Yu was lazily eating spiritual fruit she somehow obtained.
The scholar ghost was reading.
The general ghost was polishing his spectral sword.
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Everything was peaceful.
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Then—
A cry echoed through the darkness.
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"Waaaaah—!"
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The sound was sharp.
Piercing.
Heartbreaking.
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The female ghost immediately jumped up.
"What was that?!"
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The scholar ghost looked up.
His expression changed.
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The cry came again.
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This time louder.
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As if someone was weeping in agony.
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"Waaaaah—!"
