As the sun timidly crept over the horizon, casting a soft golden hue upon the world, Zhie Ming lay nestled in the embrace of sleep.
The girl ze'er was in a hurry..
In the bustling courtyard, Ze'er, her devoted maid, hurried with purpose. Clutched tightly in her hand was an invitation letter adorned with the imperial seal, heralding the arrival of the cherished cherry blossoms festival.
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