In the middle of the courtyard of the Imperial Ceremony Office, Ming Lan stood under the sun.
The beads of sweat from his temples and forehead wet the edges of the black net-patterned hat and dripped down his cheeks, washing off lines of the delicate makeup apricot-flower powder on them.
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