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He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,This eunuch, hearing the commotion, rushed to Qianyuan Palace at top speed, panting and struggling to catch his breath. In the cold winter air, two plumes of vapor escaped from his nostrils.,Zhu Yijun, however, reached out and brushed away the eunuch's hand, holding onto the armrest of the armchair and slowly sat down. He said, "I am fine, just bumped my head."。