After descending the mountain, Murong Yan did not linger long by the banks of the Luan River. The weather was humid and sweltering, so he took Zuo Canglang onto the ship. As the vessel sped away like an arrow, distancing them from those rivers and mountains, he finally spoke in a heavy voice, "The midsummer heat is unbearable; bodies rot easily. Have the remains cremated and brought back to Jinyang for burial."
Hu Lin acknowledged the order and hurried to carry it out. Only then did Murong Yan turn to take Zuo Canglang’s hand. "We have been away for over seven months, haven't we? The campaign was arduous. I originally did not want you to accompany me, yet the thought of being separated from you made me feel as though something was missing."
Zuo Canglang remained silent. The two sat by the window; outside, the sun blazed with intensity, but inside, attendants fanned them, creating a pocket of cool shade. Chilled plum soup sat upon the table. Seeing that she lacked the inclination to speak and noting the servants nearby, Murong Yan felt a touch of awkwardness.
Fortunately, a voice announced from outside, "Your Majesty, the Prefect of Yunzhou is kneeling on the shore to welcome you."
Murong Yan gave a brief affirmation. "Come out with me to see him."
Zuo Canglang rose, and she and Murong Yan disembarked together. An eunuch held a parasol to shield the King from the sun, but he gestured toward Zuo Canglang, and the shade was shifted entirely to cover her.
Yunzhou had only recently been conquered, and the Prefect was a new appointee. Neither the temporary headquarters nor the official residence had been properly prepared, making the reception quite hurried. However, within the headquarters, there was a hunting hound—truly a beast with eyes like copper bells, ears like pitchforks, legs like drawn bows, and a back like a curved shrimp. One look was enough to know it was a fierce predator.
Zuo Canglang could not help but steal an extra glance. The Prefect smiled and said, "I have long known of the General’s fondness for hunting. This hound is a perfect match for a heroine such as yourself. If the General does not find it beneath her, please accept it. Let the creature find its true master."
Zuo Canglang looked at the dog and said, "In that case, I thank the Prefect for his kind intentions."
The Prefect hurriedly demurred, claiming he deserved no thanks, and followed Murong Yan and the others into the residence.
Once everyone was settled and the unnecessary attendants were dismissed, Murong Yan finally remarked, "This Prefect is quite clever."
Zuo Canglang stood by the window, watching the hound tied in the courtyard. "It is truly strange. Back when I held the majority of Great Yan’s military power—when the garrisons of Suye, Little Ji City, and Great Ji City were all in my hands—none of these officials went out of their way to flatter me. Instead, they bickered over every trifle and calculated every gain. If a single word went awry, they would submit memorials to impeach me until I was covered in dog's blood. Now that I hold no office and possess not a shred of power, I have suddenly become popular."
Murong Yan chuckled, but then heard her add, "It seems royal favor is, after all, more useful than military power."
Murong Yan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and whispered in her ear, "In the future, when I go out to conquer the world, you shall stay obediently by my side and focus only on conquering me."
Zuo Canglang nodded. "I have faced nothing but obstacles all these years; it turns out I was simply walking the wrong path."
Murong Yan kissed her earlobe. "Ah-Zuo, we have both strayed into error, but at least we are still together now. It is not too late for anything, is it?"
Zuo Canglang replied, "That depends on Your Majesty’s performance."
Murong Yan feigned irritation. "How bold!"
Zuo Canglang said, "Your Majesty, allow me to withdraw so I may write down my strategies for conquering you." Only then did Murong Yan laugh. "I fear you won't know how; I shall teach you myself."
The night was like poetry, the wind clear and the moon bright outside the window.
In Jinyang City, Jiang Sanyi had sent word and met Jiang Biyao and Jiang Bilan on the small path connecting the inner palace to the outer court. Jiang Bilan asked, "Father, what exactly does His Majesty mean this time? Wasn't he going to send that Zuo Canglang as an envoy to West Jing?" Even in the inner palace, she knew of the blood feud between Zuo Canglang and West Jing. If she had gone while Great Yan was at war with them, Jian Yang would have surely killed her. Even if he couldn't trade her for Ji Guang, he would never have stayed his hand.
She said angrily, "At the time, we thought she was going to her death, but who knew His Majesty would suddenly change his mind! Could it be that woman whispered more slanders to bewitch his heart?"
Jiang Bilan remained silent. Jiang Sanyi spoke, "His Majesty never intended to send her to West Jing. From the very beginning, he planned to send Zhuge Jin to the Jing army camp."
Jiang Biyao was confused. "But he clearly announced it in court! A sovereign’s word is as heavy as gold; how can it be changed so easily? Besides, if Zuo Canglang wasn't going to West Jing, why did he take her with him? She pants after walking just a few steps now, like a sickly invalid! Isn't His Majesty afraid of the bad luck she brings?"
Jiang Sanyi stared at her and asked, "When did you become so venomous?"
Jiang Biyao froze. Jiang Sanyi continued, "He took Zuo Canglang along simply because he wanted an excuse for her to accompany him."
Slowly, Jiang Biyao seemed to understand. "But... I also offered to go with him, and he... he refused me."
Jiang Sanyi said, "And he refused quite firmly, didn't he?"
Jiang Biyao replied, "I didn't understand why then. Later, when I saw him leading the campaign personally, I thought it was because he knew there would be war and didn't want me to face the danger. But... did he intend to take that woman from the very start?"
Jiang Sanyi asked, "Yao-er, do you think you truly know him?"
Jiang Biyao said slowly, "Do I not know him well enough? He lost his mother young, endured the infighting of the palace, and suffered through neglect and bullying..."
Jiang Sanyi looked at her. "Biyao, a man like him cannot be warmed by a woman’s tenderness. The schemes of the palace are merely entertainment for him. He lives on blood; failing to win his heart is actually a blessing for you both. In this deep palace, the Emperor’s favor and grace are more important—and more real—than his heart."
Jiang Biyao argued, "But whether it is toward my sister or me, he treats us better than that woman. Even knowing that you, Father, were involved in the embezzlement of military funds, he refused to investigate. Even when my sister killed the Princess and framed Zuo Canglang, he did not strip her of her title as Queen. He..."
Jiang Sanyi interrupted, "That is because he does not care."
Jiang Biyao was stunned. Jiang Sanyi said, "Yao-er, put away your notions of love. You only need to be as radiant as a flower, peerlessly beautiful, and filled with gentle affection. You don't need to compete with Zuo Canglang for anything. I beg of you both, stay peacefully in the inner palace. Who cares who he dreams of or who he loves? As long as it is you two whom he pampers, that is enough!"
Jiang Biyao’s eyes slowly reddened. Even though their time together had been short, she had always believed Murong Yan’s heart belonged to her. She said, "Father, I don't quite understand."
Jiang Sanyi sighed. "You are still young. Your father has weathered so many storms, rises, and falls. Listen to me: in this palace, true or false feelings do not matter. Only the power in your hands is warm and real. As long as you hold the sovereign’s favor, once the heir is decided and you become the Empress Dowager... what does an Emperor’s heart matter? Once it rots, it is nothing but nameless dust."
Jiang Biyao fell silent.
Jiang Sanyi turned to Jiang Bilan. "Ze-er is currently being raised in Yao-er’s palace. I know you are uneasy. But you are biological sisters, after all. If you cannot even trust her in this palace, who else can you trust? Listen to me: if Ze-er one day ascends the throne, what will there be left for the two of you to fight over?"
Jiang Bilan said, "I never thought of fighting for anything, but Ze-er must be raised in my Phoenix Palace. Otherwise, Father, do not expect me to be of one mind with the Jiang family."
Jiang Sanyi glanced at Jiang Biyao. Jiang Biyao said, "What use is there for Sister to fight for this? This was ordered by His Majesty himself. If Sister has the ability, by all means, come and take him."
Jiang Sanyi said, "I have been talking for so long; have either of you listened to a word?"
Jiang Bilan said, "What 'one family'? In the end, Father simply sees that I have lost favor and is looking for another tree to provide shade. I can compromise on other matters, but Ze-er must return to my side."
Jiang Sanyi looked at Jiang Biyao. Jiang Biyao said, "It isn't that I am hoarding Ze-er and refusing to return him, but Sister’s current situation is no different from being in the Cold Palace. With Ze-er raised with me, at least he can see the Emperor frequently. As they say, seeing someone breeds affection; surely Sister doesn't want His Majesty to forget this child?"
Jiang Bilan huffed, "Hmph."
Jiang Sanyi finally spoke, "Your Majesty, Consort Xian makes a valid point. How about this: the Eldest Prince shall remain in Consort Xian’s palace for now. Once Consort Xian becomes pregnant, he shall be returned."
Jiang Bilan glanced at Jiang Biyao’s stomach. "Who knows when she will have an heir? If she remains childless her whole life, must I wait forever?"
Jiang Biyao snapped, "You!"
Seeing the two about to quarrel again, Jiang Sanyi intervened, "Enough! We shall set a limit of one year. After one year, no matter what, Consort Xian will return the Eldest Prince."
Only then did Jiang Bilan say, "In that case, I thank Father." With that, she walked away. Jiang Biyao watched her back with resentment. "Father, look at her. How does she act like my own sister?"
Jiang Sanyi said, "Enough. She is the Queen, after all! If she weren't your sister, who would tolerate you like this? Go back. Trying to get you women to be of one mind is harder than climbing to the heavens."
***
A few days later, calculating that Murong Yan should be returning, Xue Chengjing and others arranged for the civil and military officials to go to the West Hua Gate to welcome him. Gan Xiaoru and Xue Chengjing stood side by side. The first to enter the city were actually the coffins of the Retired King Murong Yuan, Princess Murong Shu, and the Fifth Prince Murong Qing.
Gan Xiaoru looked back at Xue Chengjing thoughtfully. Xue Chengjing slowly closed his eyes. He had done it after all—he hadn't even spared his own sister.
Jiang Sanyi, now a third-rank official, stood behind Daxi Qin and the others, yet he still had confidants in the court. Someone behind him asked, "Lord Jiang, do you think His Majesty is trying to display his might this time?"
Jiang Sanyi replied, "What 'might'? Since ancient times, there has never been a reason to display might by killing one's father. After His Majesty returns to the palace, act as if this never happened. Under no circumstances should you sing praises of his 'achievements' in this matter."
Several people behind him hurriedly agreed.
Before long, Murong Yan’s procession entered Jinyang City. The officials all knelt in greeting, and the commoners lined the streets. Zuo Canglang sat within the carriage. It was now the golden autumn of the tenth month, and the summer heat had dissipated significantly. Murong Yan, on horseback, nodded to the officials.
Amidst the thunderous sound of gongs and drums, an arrow suddenly streaked toward him. Murong Yan leaned aside to dodge. Turning his head, he saw thirty or forty people on the balconies of the buildings lining the street, drawing their bows. Suddenly, arrows fell like rain! Lan Jinrong and Xue Dongting, who were responsible for city defense, were shocked. Someone shouted to protect the King, and the West Hua Gate fell into chaos.
Murong Yan’s first reaction was to leap down, parry the arrows, and dive into Zuo Canglang’s carriage. He pressed her down to shield her just as a spear pierced through the carriage wall. Murong Yan grabbed Zuo Canglang’s Nine Dragon Tongue bow and used the string to snare the spear.
Outside, the Imperial Guard quickly ran the assassin through. Blood splattered against the carriage curtain, bringing a pungent metallic scent. Zuo Canglang did not look up. Murong Yan drew the bow and fired; with a few arrows, several assassins tumbled down. The Imperial Guard soon surrounded the attackers. The officials were all pale with fright—who could have imagined someone would dare to assassinate Murong Yan at such a time!
When the sounds of fighting ceased, Xue Dongting reported from outside the carriage, "Your Majesty, the assassins have all been apprehended. Please punish your servant for his negligence."
Murong Yan helped Zuo Canglang up, his hands sliding from her shoulders down her arms to ensure she was unhurt before asking, "Who is so bold?"
Xue Dongting replied, "The leader is a beggar with a disfigured face."
Only then did Murong Yan step out of the carriage. He saw a group of people forced to their knees by the guards. Bodies were strewn across the long street, and the commoners had retreated far away. He swept his gaze over the leader. Though half the man's face was charred and he was unrecognizable, Murong Yan knew him at a glance. "Royal Brother, it has been a long time."
Murong Ruo looked up. "You still have the face to call me 'Royal Brother'? I thought that even if you had lost your mind and soul, you would at least leave Father a path to live! I never expected you wouldn't even spare Shu-er. Murong Yan! She was your own sister!"
Murong Yan said, "Brother, those words sound truly righteous."
Murong Ruo stared at him. Murong Yan smiled. "If the King of Yan sitting in this carriage today were you or Father, would you have held a single thought of mercy and left me a path to live?"
Murong Ruo said, "In the struggle for the throne, the winner is king and the loser is a thief. I have nothing to say to that. But Murong Yan, Father had been gravely ill since last year. He summoned you to Luan City because he knew the matter was settled and he did not want to be controlled by West Jing. At the beginning of this year, he sent someone to deliver this decree to me, commanding me to pass it to you."
Murong Yan froze. Xue Dongting stepped forward to take it and presented it to Murong Yan.
Murong Yan slowly unfurled it. He saw Murong Yuan’s handwriting—both strange and familiar. It was a decree of abdication. The ink was dry, yet every stroke was heavy, as if the writer had feared he could not hold the brush, making the characters blurred. The decree stated that he "possessed a mandate from heaven, a divine spirit born of hardship; his virtue matches heaven and earth, his brilliance equals the sun and moon; he has saved the state from overflowing ruin and rescued the millions from misery."
Murong Yan slowly tightened his grip on the decree and sneered, "Am I supposed to be grateful that he 'bestowed' upon me what I had already seized?"
Murong Ruo said, "Father’s spirit in heaven likely doesn't care whether you are grateful or not."
Murong Yan slowly gritted his teeth. Murong Ruo said, "I know I cannot kill you today, but this moment is the most joyful I have felt since I fled Jinyang!" With that, his right hand grabbed the guard’s blade at his neck and pressed it hard against his throat.
With a dull thud, blood sprayed at Murong Yan’s feet. Murong Yan took a slow step back. Under the golden autumn sun, Murong Ruo’s body slowly collapsed to the ground. Murong Yan said in a deep voice, "Execute all the rebels. Hang their heads from the Jinyang city gates as a warning to others."
Xue Dongting glanced at Xue Chengjing before finally replying, "Yes."
The procession continued into the city, but the festive atmosphere from before had vanished in an instant. The crowds on both sides were like mountains, yet they were deathly silent.
***
Zuo Canglang returned to Nanqing Palace. Weiwei was the first to pounce on her, but Zuo Canglang quickly stepped aside. "Alright, alright, I know you're happy."
Weiwei said, "As if you'd know! You wrote to Little Ping, so why didn't you write to me?"
Zuo Canglang said, "I thought of him with my words, but I thought of you with my heart."
Weiwei laughed uncontrollably and asked, "General, you've been gone so long, did you bring me a gift?"
Zuo Canglang waved a hand. "In the chests in the back, go look for yourself. Take whatever you like." Weiwei cheered and actually went. A moment later, she let out a terrified shriek—the hunting hound, for some reason, was chasing her all over the garden.
Zhitong carried Murong Xuan in and bowed to Zuo Canglang. Zuo Canglang said, "No need for such formality. Let me see Xuan-er."
Zhitong handed Murong Xuan to her. The child was eleven months old. Zuo Canglang went to take him, but her hands slipped, and she failed to catch him. Zhitong hurriedly caught the child before he hit the ground and couldn't help but look at Zuo Canglang’s hands. Zuo Canglang shook her head. "I wasn't paying attention. He’s grown so much."
Zhitong didn't dare ask more, only smiling. "Children grow fast."
Zuo Canglang nodded, reaching out to touch Murong Xuan’s soft hair. "I still think he grows too slowly. I wish he could become a man in a single day."
Zhitong didn't understand. Outside, Weiwei ran back in. "Sister Zhitong, look! The General brought back so many things! Come, let's go pick some!"
Zhitong was more composed. "Weiwei, those must be things the King bestowed upon the General. How can you..." Before she could finish, she was dragged out by Weiwei.
***
Murong Yan had just returned to court, so naturally, there were many state affairs to handle. Jiang Biyao sought an audience several times but was refused. She suspected the eunuchs hadn't passed her message—as the saying goes, a short absence is like a second honeymoon. After being apart for so long, how could Murong Yan not summon her?
So, she simply brought her maids and a bowl of soup to wait outside the Imperial Study. Wang Yunzhao was in a difficult position. "Consort Xian, His Majesty is truly busy with state affairs. Why don't you go back first? Once he is finished, this old servant will surely remind him."
Jiang Biyao said, "His Majesty has been busy until now; does he not even have a moment to rest?"
Wang Yunzhao said, "But His Majesty is indeed..."
As they spoke, Eunuch An came out and whispered in his ear, "Manager Wang, His Majesty has ordered General Zuo to enter the study to serve the ink."
Wang Yunzhao glanced at Jiang Biyao. "Your Highness, you see..."
Jiang Biyao slowly gritted her teeth and turned to leave the Imperial Study.
Zuo Canglang entered the study. Seeing her come in, Murong Yan reached out and pulled her into his arms. He didn't speak, continuing to review memorials.
Zuo Canglang let out a yawn. After the long journey, she was truly exhausted and began to doze off. Murong Yan said, "You’re always like this—you get dizzy the moment you see words."
Zuo Canglang replied, "I don't understand them anyway. Should I pretend I do?"
Murong Yan said, "Then I shall write things you can understand."
With that, he dipped his brush and actually wrote on a memorial: *Understood, do as you suggested!* He picked up another, read it, and wrote in a flamboyant hand: *Not allowed!*
Zuo Canglang was speechless. She shifted her position in his arms, and without realizing it, her right hand brushed against the cinnabar. Her sleeve touched a memorial, dragging a long red streak across it. Knowing this was improper, she immediately stood up. Murong Yan glanced at it and casually wrote a sentence: *This is cinnabar, not blood. It has no hidden meaning. This explanation is provided so you need not fear.*
Zuo Canglang finally couldn't help but laugh. Murong Yan looked down at her and slowly kissed her forehead. "Stay here with me tonight."
Zuo Canglang didn't answer, and he didn't seem to be asking. For some reason, he just wanted her by his side as they watched the twilight fall.
At night, the water clock ticked away. Murong Yan opened his eyes and found himself back in his childhood. The palace was as it had been. He slowly walked into the Zhangwen Hall, expecting to see the terrifying face of Lady Rong, but she wasn't there. The Consort’s throne, encrusted with pearls and jade, was empty.
The entire palace was silent; not a single maid or attendant was to be seen. He went to the Hall of Virtuous Governance, but Murong Yuan wasn't there, nor was Lady Li, Murong Ruo, or Murong Shu. Even Murong Qing, who had always been like a shadow, was gone. It was as if from the very beginning, it had all been a void. No one could describe this kind of loneliness.
He opened his eyes and realized it was only a dream. Zuo Canglang was still sleeping beside him. He pulled her closer, resting his head on her chest, and asked softly, "Why haven't they turned into vengeful ghosts?"
No one answered him. He closed his eyes again. The night was long, the color of blood had faded, leaving only desolation.
***
The next day, Murong Yan summoned his ministers to inquire about state affairs. Jiang Sanyi took the opportunity to report, "Your Majesty, according to Duanmu Shang’s investigation, the deposed Crown Prince Murong Ruo used a sophisticated disguise technique to sneak into Jinyang and eventually hide in Fachang Temple."
Murong Yan asked, "Disguise technique? Who did it?"
Jiang Sanyi said, "The Saintess of the Baiyu Sect, Lady A'fei." Murong Yan’s brow furrowed. Beside him, Duanmu Shang added, "During the last ancestral sacrifice, Sect Leader Yang and Lady A'fei returned and had a brief encounter with Murong Ruo. But your subordinate did not recognize Murong Ruo at the time and thus did not pay it any mind. I beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness."
Murong Yan thought for a moment and said, "Now that Murong Ruo has been executed, they likely cannot stir up much trouble. There is no need to pursue this matter, but Mount Gushe is far from Jinyang and indeed difficult to monitor. Pass my decree: order the Baiyu Sect to move to the former site of Fachang Temple. The spirits of the monks there will surely remind them of their duty as subjects."
Jiang Sanyi acknowledged the order and immediately sent someone to deliver the decree.
When the decree reached the Baiyu Sect, the clansmen were all struck with fear. Since returning from the banks of the Yi River, A'fei had not spoken to Yang Lianting. She was very protective of her people. Within the Baiyu Sect, a strange rift had formed between the original members and those Yang Lianting had brought in later.
When Murong Yan’s decree reached A'fei, Yang Lianting hurried to the Shennong Hall. "I heard His Majesty sent a decree ordering the sect to move into Jinyang?"
A'fei sneered, "Don't you understand your master’s intention?"
Yang Lianting said, "How could I understand?"
A'fei said angrily, "He wants to wipe us out, doesn't he?"
Yang Lianting was also uncertain. With a man like Murong Yan, who could say he didn't have such an intention? He said, "My thought is to wait a bit longer. With the Baiyu Sect’s current strength, we can no longer affect him. Perhaps he has no intention of eradicating us..."
A'fei said, "Of course he won't eradicate the 'Baiyu Sect.' I have fewer than a thousand clansmen left, but how many followers have you recruited? Even if we all die out, the 'Baiyu Sect' will still exist."
Yang Lianting asked, "What do you mean by that?"
A'fei said, "In the past, when you recruited followers, I thought you wanted to strengthen the sect. But now, do you dare say you aren't slowly devouring us?"
Yang Lianting fell silent. After a long while, he said, "A'fei, I will send someone into the palace to ask Ah-Zuo for news. Wait for me for two days, alright?"
A'fei said, "Get out."
Yang Lianting said, "Don't act on impulse. He has no reason to eliminate the Baiyu Sect. We haven't done anything that could link us to the rebels."
A'fei bit her lip and finally said, "He has a reason. Last time... he might already know about me disguising Murong Ruo."
Yang Lianting was secretly alarmed. Although it was a small matter, given Murong Yan’s personality, who could say he wouldn't pull the Baiyu Sect up by its roots because of it? He said, "I promise you, if he truly has that intention, no matter what you do, I will support you."
A'fei said, "You? Support me?"
Yang Lianting said, "I have not forgotten that you saved my life."
A'fei cried out in anger, "Is 'saving your life' all I am to you?" As soon as the words left her mouth, both of them froze. Yang Lianting stepped forward and slowly pulled her into his arms. A'fei pushed him, but he held on tighter. Finally, she broke into tears. "Yang Lianting, I'm afraid. Why is it that everyone who loved me is dead? Why are none of you the way I imagined?"
Yang Lianting gently patted her back. In this world, who is ever the way someone else imagines? He remained silent. A'fei said, "Rather than entering Jinyang to be killed by him, why don't we... Lianting, let's run? Before he sends troops, let's leave the land of Yan, alright?"
Yang Lianting said, "A'fei, you have so many clansmen, and most are physicians. How can we escape the borders of Yan?"
A'fei said, "But we have the Black Gu. If we flee now, we still have a chance. If we enter Jinyang, surrounded by the Imperial Guard, we will have no hope at all."
Yang Lianting pursed his lips. After a long time, he said, "Wait. Promise me, wait. I will write to the palace immediately, alright?"
However, that very night, A'fei led her clansmen and secretly left Mount Gushe. When Yang Lianting received the news, he hurried after them. But even he knew—with so many people from the Baiyu Sect fleeing, it was impossible for Murong Yan to remain unaware.
Given his temperament, even if he hadn't intended to kill them before, he certainly wouldn't let them live now. The arrow was on the string; they had no choice but to run.
***
**Glossary**
Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation
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云洲 | Yunzhou | A city/prefecture mentioned in the text.
马蹄山 | Mt. Mati | Literally "Horseshoe Mountain."
太上皇 | Retired King | Specifically Murong Yuan after his abdication.
九龙舌 | Nine Dragon Tongue | The name of Zuo Canglang's specialized bow.
贤妃 | Consort Xian | Jiang Biyao's title; "Xian" means virtuous/worthy.
栖凤宫 | Phoenix Palace | The residence of the Queen (Jiang Bilan).
南清宫 | Nanqing Palace | Zuo Canglang's residence.
侍墨 | Serve the ink | A term for a personal attendant or companion in a study.
拜玉教 | Baiyu Sect | A religious/tribal group, likely "Worship Jade" Sect.
姑射山 | Mount Gushe | The original base of the Baiyu Sect.
法常寺 | Fachang Temple | A Buddhist temple used as a hiding place for rebels.
黑蛊 | Black Gu | A type of venomous/magical insect used by the Baiyu Sect.
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