Night settled gently over the Imperial Palace.
Moonlight washed over the red-tiled roofs, while hundreds of lanterns glowed softly beneath the quiet sky.
The living had retired to their chambers.
But for the spirits—
The night had only just begun.
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Three translucent figures floated leisurely through the palace corridors.
The stern General Ghost walked with his hands behind his back.
Beside him drifted the cheerful Fen Yu, unable to stay still for more than a moment.
Trailing behind them was the scholarly ghost, carrying a bamboo scroll despite no longer needing one.
Fen Yu stretched dramatically.
"I'm bored."
The scholar ghost sighed.
"You say that every night."
"Because every night is boring!"
The General glanced at him.
"If you're bored, stop causing trouble."
Fen Yu grinned.
"Impossible."
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As they turned a corner, they spotted several palace ghosts gathered beneath an ancient plum tree.
The spirits immediately straightened.
"Senior!"
"General!"
