The shrine residence had finally grown quiet.
Lanterns dimmed one by one across the long corridors, and the lively laughter from earlier slowly faded into the calm silence of midnight.
Inside the Empress's temporary chamber—
Soft candlelight flickered gently.
The curtains swayed lightly with the cold night breeze.
And on the bed—
The Empress slept peacefully.
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At least…
That was how it appeared.
—
Because surrounding her room—
Three ghosts floated restlessly.
And not one of them intended to stay quiet.
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"I'm telling you," Fen Yu declared dramatically while floating upside down in the air, "after the divorce, we should travel south."
—
General Wei Rong crossed his arms immediately.
"South is boring."
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Fen Yu gasped.
"BORING?!"
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"Yes."
"It's humid."
"It smells like fish."
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Li Shen, the scholar ghost, calmly sipped invisible tea that technically did not exist.
"…You're both wrong."
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Fen Yu turned instantly.
"Oh? Then where should we go?"
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