Coroner's Diary

Yan Chi's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his long lashes like raven feathers casting deep shadows over his eyelids. His sidelong glance at Huo Huaixin sent cold sweat pouring down the prefect's face in waves. The Grand Princess slapped the armrest of her chair. "Foolish! Are you implying Xiao Qi is a suspect in Miss Song's murder? How dare you!"

Huo Huaixin waved his hands frantically. "No, no, no! That's not what I meant at all! It's just... just..."

The prefect wore a guilty expression, wiping sweat while darting glances at Captain Qi. During their earlier analysis, they had indeed concluded that Yan Chi had the opportunity to commit the crime. Though the details remained unclear, Huo Huaixin had mustered his courage to raise the issue. But the moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Discussing it privately was one thing, but facing Yan Chi directly made him feel as if the Demon King's gaze could flay him alive. With the Grand Princess and Yue Qiong present too, was it too late to take back his words?

"It's just that our investigation did uncover this information. I merely mentioned that His Highness Chi has become a suspect, not that he's Miss Song's murderer. When you think about it, that would be impossible, haha..."

Sweat poured from Huo Huaixin like rain. Though Yan Chi's eyes showed no anger, his inscrutable expression terrified the prefect to his core. An invisible net seemed to have ensnared him, bending his spine until he couldn't straighten up. Fumbling to wipe his sweat, Huo Huaixin continued, "Besides, His Highness Chi and the Song family's young lady didn't even know each other. There couldn't possibly be any enmity between them. His Highness has spent years fighting at the border—he wouldn't harm women and children. I was just mentioning it casually, just casually..."

Huo Huaixin's regret gnawed at him. After years navigating officialdom, he knew well the art of governance. No matter how impartial and rigorous the investigation, he couldn't afford to lose his position. He truly shouldn't have spoken.

"What kind of talk is this, Prefect?" Just as Huo Huaixin regretted his words, Yue Ning spoke up beside him. Startled, the prefect heard her say, "It's commendable that you uphold justice in your official duties. The law applies equally to nobles and commoners. Even if His Highness Chi holds an exalted status, if he's truly connected to this case, it should be thoroughly investigated."

After a pause, Yue Ning added, "There's one thing you probably don't know yet, Prefect."

Huo Huaixin felt a slight relief at Yue Ning's support. Though she was a woman uninvolved in politics, her favor with the Grand Princess lent weight to her words. "What is it?"

Yue Ning glanced at Yan Chi, then at the others in the room—all family—before saying, "The person who used the headless female corpse to frighten Qin Guan last time was left-handed. And in this entire residence, only one person is left-handed."

Qin Guan's heart skipped a beat, never expecting Yue Ning to reveal this now. Huo Huaixin's eyebrows shot up. "Who? Who is it? Who's left-handed?"

Not only was the prefect surprised, but even the Grand Princess and the others looked grave. If they found the left-handed person, wouldn't that expose the culprit behind the headless corpse scare?

Yue Ning narrowed her eyes, her expression stern. "It's His Highness Chi!"

Her words struck like thunder, shocking everyone present.

"What? Xiao Qi?!" The Grand Princess was the first to disbelieve. She turned to Yan Chi. "Xiao Qi, are you left-handed?"Yan Chi glanced at Yue Ning for a moment before nodding at the Grand Princess. "Grandmother, it's true I can use my left hand, though my right works just as well. On the night Ninth Miss was attacked, I was in Pine Garden. I was injured, and Ninth Miss came to treat me. After she left, it was only when the servants reported it that I learned something had happened to her. Later, I left Pine Garden with everyone else."

Yue Qiong quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's exactly how it happened." As he spoke, he shot Yue Ning a warning look.

However, Yue Ning remained unmoved by Yue Qiong's glare. "When Ninth Miss left, we were outside while you and your guards were inside. We all thought you needed rest, so no one entered. That period lasted long enough for you to go to Plum Garden, scare Qin Guan, and return to Pine Garden—at least the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. How do you explain that?"

Yan Chi lifted his chin slightly, while Jiang Shi and Yue Qiong both showed displeasure. Even if they had doubted Yan Chi—which they never had—it shouldn’t have been voiced so bluntly. This only made Yan Chi seem more suspicious.

Seeing Yue Ning’s righteous demeanor, Yan Chi shook his head. Instead of arguing with her, he turned to Qin Guan. "It seems I’ll have to rely on Ninth Miss to clear my name."

Qin Guan already leaned toward trusting Yan Chi, and after he had saved her that night, she found it even harder to believe he could be Song Rou’s killer. After a brief pause, she said, "Prefect, the fact that His Highness Yan once camped near the birch grove and is left-handed isn’t enough to prove he’s the murderer. At the very least, Miss Song’s head hasn’t been found, nor has the murder weapon. You’ll need more evidence before drawing conclusions."

She paused before adding, "Tonight, someone tried to kill me."

Huo Huaixin was stunned. Before he could recover from his shock, another bombshell left him speechless.

Qin Guan briefly recounted what had happened. "The person disguised themselves as the second young master to catch my attention, then lured me to the Lantern Tower before vanishing. If not for His Highness Yan’s intervention, I would have died there tonight. Prefect, apart from Young Master Wei, only those present during the corpse examination at the Mortuary Temple knew about my involvement. The Marquis, his wife, and the Grand Princess certainly wouldn’t have spread the word. Has your office leaked this information?"

Huo Huaixin’s eyes widened in disbelief that someone else had targeted Qin Guan.

"Of course not..." He suddenly thought of something and added, "My son wouldn’t either. Since that day, he hasn’t left his room, let alone the estate. His two attendants have been with him the entire time—there’s no way he could have revealed anything. As for Xu He, he wouldn’t gossip either."

Huo Huaixin raised his brows. "Ninth Miss, are you suggesting the person who tried to harm you did so because they knew you were assisting the yamen with the corpse examination?"

Qin Guan nodded. "Exactly. Otherwise, I pose no threat to anyone. There’s no reason for someone to go to such lengths to kill me." At this thought, a chill ran through her as she considered Qin Manor—but she quickly dismissed the idea. If someone from Qin Manor wanted her dead, they wouldn’t have impersonated Yue Qing. No one there knew him well enough.However, this time, the situation seemed somewhat similar to the previous incident where Ninth Miss was murdered. She was lured there, and to others, it might be inexplicable why she took that dark alley to another street—just as it was unclear why Ninth Miss went to the Purple Bamboo Forest. There must have been something that drew Ninth Miss to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Huo Huaixin frowned deeply. "So, how did the murderer know?"

Qin Guan clenched her fists. "It's certain that the murderer is within the Hou residence. If it's not someone from the Hou family, then the culprit must be among Song Shi's guards and maidservants..."

Today was supposed to be the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration, a day for Grand Princess and Jiang Shi to offer sacrifices and pray for blessings, a day for Yue Ning and the younger generation to relax and enjoy themselves. Yet, they encountered another attempted murder. This crime pulled everyone back from the festive joy of the Mid-Autumn Festival, confronting them with the shadowed death of Song Rou.

"Prefect, the birch forest might have been cleaned up by the murderer, leaving no concrete evidence. Now, there are only two paths: first, wait for news from the capital; second, perform an autopsy."

Qin Guan spoke solemnly, but as soon as she finished, Wei Yanzhi interjected, "Ninth Miss, no. Xiao Rou's status is such that an autopsy is unacceptable. Moreover, the body must be preserved at least until someone from the Duke's residence arrives."

Wei Yanzhi's face was dark, his eyes filled with grief and resistance, his expression deeply sorrowful.

Qin Guan stared unwaveringly into his eyes. "Young Master Wei believes an autopsy disrespects the deceased?"

Wei Yanzhi couldn't meet Qin Guan's calm, solemn gaze. He had seen her perform autopsies before—there was no disrespect toward the dead in her actions. He turned his head away. "Not exactly. But our bodies are gifts from our parents. My uncle and aunt are already devastated by Xiao Rou's death. If they were to think of her being... after death, they could never accept it. Besides, Xiao Rou herself probably wouldn’t want to see her body dissected into a bloody mess after death. Her death was already due to my negligence. How can I allow her to be... No, an autopsy is out of the question."

Qin Guan frowned at Wei Yanzhi. She felt anxious but wasn’t entirely surprised. In the past, she had encountered relatives unwilling to consent to autopsies, but most were persuaded eventually. Wei Yanzhi was a man of principle; surely, he wouldn’t stubbornly cling to such rigid beliefs.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Guan said, "Young Master Wei, who do you think Song Rou would hate the most now that she’s been murdered?"

"Naturally, the murderer..."

"Exactly. Now that she’s gone, all she can hope for is for us, the living, to avenge her and clear her name. If she truly knows in the afterlife, would she be angry or comforted to see us refusing the best method available?"

Wei Yanzhi looked pained. Qin Guan continued, "You feel guilty and blame yourself, but now is the time for you to take responsibility for Song Rou. You must know in your heart what the best course of action is. Even if Song Rou’s parents arrive, which do you think they would prioritize—finding her murderer or preserving her body?""Speaking of the remains, after death, a person is nothing but earth and white bones. Young Master Wei should be able to imagine what Miss Song's remains must look like after so many days. Even if we perform a dissection, it won't make her condition any worse. But if we don't conduct the examination soon, it will delay our search for the murderer. The one who killed Song Rou might still be walking freely in broad daylight, feeling no remorse for her death—perhaps even gloating because we haven’t caught him yet. Can Young Master Wei accept that?"

Wei Yanzhi’s brows furrowed tightly, his face a mix of struggle and hesitation. After a long silence, he finally shook his head. "No... at the very least, we must first consult the Duke Song Manor. I am already one of the guilty parties in this matter and no longer have the authority to decide." With a sincere expression, he added, "Ninth Miss, I can send a message back by carrier pigeon to ask my uncle and aunt at the Duke Song Manor. If they agree, we’ll receive a reply soon. Then we can proceed with the dissection. How about that?"

The distance from Jinzhou to Duke Song Manor was over a thousand miles. Even with the fastest carrier pigeon, it would take at least five or six days for a reply. By then, Song Rou’s remains would undoubtedly be in an even more gruesome state than before.

Seeing his stance, Qin Guan found it difficult to press further—especially since she had no compelling reason to insist. She turned instead to Huo Huaixin, whose forehead was still damp with sweat. The pressure weighed heavily on him. The status of Duke Song Manor was on par with, if not higher than, Marquis Anyang Manor. While the latter held a marquisate, the former was a dukedom. Moreover, though Marquis Anyang Manor had the Grand Princess—the emperor’s paternal aunt—Duke Song Manor had Consort Ru. The eldest daughter of Duke Song Manor had entered the palace as an imperial consort a decade ago, bearing a prince and remaining deeply favored to this day. Compared to this, Huo Huaixin would rather slight Marquis Anyang Manor than risk offending Duke Song Manor.

With a deep sigh, Huo Huaixin reluctantly conceded. "Very well, then. We’ll do as Young Master Wei suggests—send word to Duke Song Manor and wait for the Duke’s approval before proceeding with the dissection—"

"I don’t think we need to go through all that trouble."

Before Huo Huaixin could finish, Yan Chi suddenly spoke up. Huo Huaixin’s heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Yan Chi’s sharp gaze slicing toward him. Seated in an armchair, Yan Chi tilted his chin slightly, his expression radiating an intimidating authority that brooked no opposition.

"This matter is simple enough, yet we’re stuck on the issue of the corpse examination. If I were uninvolved, I wouldn’t interfere. But just now, the Prefect implied that I, too, am under suspicion. Given that, I believe an immediate examination would be best."

Huo Huaixin’s lips twitched. "Ah? Crown Prince, but—"

Yan Chi narrowed his eyes. "Are you afraid Duke Song will hold you accountable?"

A faint smile curved his lips. "Don’t worry. If anyone is to be held responsible, let them come to me—Yan Chi."Huo Huaixin hesitated, not daring to speak, and only glanced at the Grand Princess and Wei Yanzhi. Wei Yanzhi's face still bore an expression of pain and struggle, while the Grand Princess sighed and said, "Enough! What Little Seven said is right! If Duke Song wants to hold someone accountable, tell him to come to me! Miss Song was originally our Marquis Anyang Manor's betrothed, and she met her end in Jinzhou Prefecture. This old woman won’t shy away from taking charge. Right now, the most urgent matter is finding the murderer who killed Song Rou. All other rules, courtesies, and formalities can be set aside. These words hold true whether spoken to Duke Song or even to His Majesty himself!"

With that, the Grand Princess fixed a solemn gaze on Huo Huaixin. "Proceed with the corpse examination. Let Guan'er assist. If any crucial clues can be found, all the better. If not, then we’ll leave it to fate."

Huo Huaixin exhaled deeply, a glimmer of resolve flashing in his eyes as he made up his mind. He looked at Wei Yanzhi and said, "Young Master Wei, please understand. You won’t be held responsible for this. We’re only doing this to uncover the murderer as quickly as possible."

Wei Yanzhi’s face twisted in anguish, but at this point, he could say no more. Gritting his teeth, he replied, "Then... may I see Xiao Rou one last time? I’d like to pay my respects. And if possible, could I also be present when Ninth Miss conducts the examination? At this point, I have no other thoughts—only the hope of finding the culprit."

Huo Huaixin tilted his head in thought for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Young Master Wei may accompany us."

He then turned to the Grand Princess. "When do you think the examination should take place?"

The Grand Princess swept her gaze over the people in the room before settling on Qin Guan. "In my opinion, this matter should not be delayed. Why not conduct the examination at the Mortuary Temple first thing tomorrow morning?"

Qin Guan nodded immediately. "I’m ready whenever."

Huo Huaixin quickly added, "Good. I’ll make the necessary arrangements tonight."

The Grand Princess gave a slight nod and exhaled again, then looked out the window. The night had grown deep and dark. The earlier collapse of the Lantern Tower had been but a minor disturbance, failing to dampen the festivities on Lishui Lake. Pleasure boats and pavilion vessels glided across the water, the faint strains of zithers and flutes drifting through the air. "Tonight is, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let us set this matter aside for now. Those who must distribute alms should do so, those who must offer sacrifices should proceed, and those who wish to release lanterns may go ahead. Life must go on, and this too shall pass. Tomorrow at seven-fifteen sharp—no delays. Alright, everyone, you may disperse."

With the matter settled and the Grand Princess’s words offering some relief, the tension in the room eased slightly. Qin Guan remained standing, her gaze unconsciously drifting toward Wei Yanzhi, only to see him turn away, despondent, and walk out of the cabin in despair. Jiang Shi and Yue Qiong had already left to distribute alms, instructing the servants beforehand to prepare the Sky Lanterns. Yue Qing, seemingly very interested in releasing the lanterns, immediately picked one up and approached Qin Guan.

"Ninth Miss, have you ever released one of these before?"Sky Lanterns were an essential part of the Great Zhou's festival rituals. Made of bamboo strips and oiled paper, the lanterns were constructed with a circular bamboo frame crossed by another strip to form a cross in the center. A short, combustible wick was placed atop this cross, while the oiled paper formed a lantern shade—wide at the base and narrow at the top—secured by a bamboo ring at the opening. When released, the ignited wick would cause the paper shade to inflate, lifting the lantern into the sky.

Legend had it that this craft was invented over a century ago by a military strategist, originally intended for sending messages between troops. However, ordinary people, unaware of its purpose, saw the glowing lanterns soaring into the heavens and regarded them as auspicious objects capable of reaching the celestial realm. Thus, they became a fixture in New Year celebrations and prayer rituals. When releasing a Sky Lantern, it was customary to inscribe one's wishes on the shade, hoping the deities above would see and grant them.

Qin Guan shook her head at the Sky Lantern Yue Qing handed her. "I haven't."

Yue Qing's eyes brightened. This was exactly what he wanted—Qin Guan's inexperience meant he could teach her how to release one.

"Then let me show you! Come with me..."

Qin Guan couldn't refuse without slighting him, but her attention remained fixed on Wei Yanzhi. As she walked, her gaze lingered on him, prompting Yue Qing to call out, "Brother Yanzhi, would you like to join us in releasing a Sky Lantern?"

Wei Yanzhi had already reached the ship's railing. He shook his head. "No—"

"Young Master Wei, why not release one to pray for Miss Song's blessings?" Qin Guan interjected.

Wei Yanzhi's words caught in his throat. He studied her for a moment before approaching.

Yue Qing didn't mind Wei Yanzhi intruding on his time with Qin Guan. He demonstrated enthusiastically, "Look, here's the wick—see? First, unfold the oiled paper shade and lay it flat on the ground. Then light the wick and watch as the shade slowly inflates before it rises into the sky. Simple, right?"

Qin Guan didn't need Yue Qing's instruction. Even if she'd never released one herself, she'd seen it done and understood the process at a glance. She nodded absently and turned to Wei Yanzhi. "What will you write on the shade, Young Master Wei?"

Wei Yanzhi had already unfolded the lantern. A servant from the Marquis's household handed him a brush, which he took without hesitation, writing the characters for "Peace in the Afterlife." After finishing, he passed the brush to Qin Guan. "What will Ninth Miss write?"

Qin Guan took the brush and swiftly inscribed "Justice for the Wronged." Yue Qing frowned. "Why not write your own wish? This matter should be left to Young Master Wei and the Prefect."

Qin Guan had already handed the brush back to Yue Qing. She smiled faintly. "It makes no difference who writes it."

With that, she lit the wick. This wish wasn't for Song Rou—it was for herself. Compared to her father's wrongful conviction, Song Rou's case was far simpler. At the very least, Qin Guan could intervene and do what she could.

Yue Qing tilted his head, studying Qin Guan for a moment before writing, "As Ninth Miss Wishes." Catching sight of it, Qin Guan paused. "Second Young Master, there's no need for you to—"

Yue Qing laughed heartily. "This case has troubled the Marquis's household for too long. One wish from you isn't enough—let mine add to it! Together, we'll surely catch the attention of the heavens and have our prayers answered!"All the younger generation had stepped out, leaving only the Grand Princess and the injured Yan Chi in the main cabin. From their vantage point, they could faintly see the gathered figures outside, and Yue Qing's clear, cheerful voice carried into the cabin. Hearing Yue Qing's genuine laughter, the Grand Princess sighed inwardly. She turned her gaze to Yan Chi, who sat in an open chair with an inscrutable expression, his eyes deep and unfathomable. The Grand Princess sighed again, sensing that matters had grown complicated.

Outside, Qin Guan's Sky Lantern had begun its slow ascent. Watching the lantern she had personally inscribed with prayers rise into the sky, a great hope swelled in her heart. She finally understood why people loved writing blessings on lanterns during festivals—seeing them climb higher and higher truly gave the illusion that they might reach the heavens and be seen by the gods.

Nearby, Yue Qing's lantern also took flight. "I hope that Ninth Miss's wish and mine combined will weigh more than others'," he said, "so the gods will take notice and grant her heart's desire."

Qin Guan felt a warmth in her heart as she turned to see Yue Qing's relaxed expression, his eyes smiling with sincerity.

Wei Yanzhi had been the first to finish writing his wish, yet his movements were the slowest. Distracted, he nearly set the lantern's paper shade ablaze while lighting the wick. After several attempts, he finally managed to ignite it and release the sky lantern. His lantern rose slowly, seemingly about to ascend like Qin Guan's and Yue Qing's, when a sudden gust of wind tilted it sideways. The fragile oil-paper shade couldn't withstand the strain and caught fire. Though the flames lasted only a moment, they left a gaping hole in the shade. The lantern then wobbled unsteadily before plummeting into the lake. Wei Yanzhi rushed to the railing, watching as the embers extinguished upon touching the water.

"Ah, what a shame, Brother Wei! Don't worry, let's release another one!"

Yue Qing went to fetch a new lantern, but Wei Yanzhi stood pale-faced by the railing. Qin Guan approached and glanced at the scene before turning to him. "Young Master Wei, don't take it to heart. It's just the first lantern—it doesn’t mean your wish won’t come true. Once the murderer is found, Miss Song will surely rest in peace."

Wei Yanzhi bit his lip, his expression dazed and sorrowful. He didn’t even take the new lantern Yue Qing offered, instead stepping off the lantern boat without a word. Qin Guan watched his retreating figure grow smaller until it vanished behind the trees of fire and silver flowers of the Lantern Market.

"What’s wrong with Brother Wei?" Yue Qing asked.

Qin Guan lifted her chin slightly. "Perhaps he’s upset."

As the hour grew late, Jiang Shi had prepared many sky lanterns for them. Qin Guan released two more with Yue Ning before Jiang Shi and Yue Qiong returned, signaling it was time to depart. The Grand Princess, due to her frail health, couldn’t stay out too late, and Qin Guan needed to rest early for the corpse examination the next morning. Yan Chi, injured, was also the focus of everyone’s concern.

"Since His Highness Yan Chi is injured, shall I escort Ninth Miss home?" Yue Qing offered when they reached the carriage area.

Qin Guan quickly declined. "It’s already late, Second Young Master. There’s no need to trouble yourself—just let the coachman take me. The Mid-Autumn festivities have lit up the city like daylight. Nothing will happen."

Her earnest tone convinced the Grand Princess, who nodded. "Very well. Earlier, who was it who fetched Guan’er—"

"Bai Feng, you go." Before she could finish, Yan Chi had already issued the order.

A figure emerged from the shadows as Bai Feng bowed in acknowledgment and went to prepare the carriage. Qin Guan curtsied to Yan Chi in thanks, then bid farewell to the Grand Princess and the others before boarding. Soon, the carriage began moving, leading the way toward the eastern district. This time, the Marquis’s household didn’t accompany her for long, as they needed to escort the Grand Princess back promptly.

"Miss, today was far too dangerous! Thank goodness His Highness Yan Chi saved you."

Inside the carriage, Fuling looked shaken, then added, "I released seven sky lanterns—every single one carried a wish for your safety. First, you fell into the lake, and now you nearly got crushed by the lantern tower! My heart can’t take much more of this!"Qin Guan comfortingly patted Fuling's arm. "With seven Sky Lanterns, even the gods in heaven will surely see your wishes. Don't worry, the heavenly deities will definitely bless me from now on." She smiled again. "I released three myself, and one of them also carried a prayer for our safety as mistress and maid. The gods will protect us both."

Perhaps Qin Guan's warm smile reassured Fuling, as she said no more. After about half an hour, the carriage stopped outside Qin Manor's gates. Qin Guan lifted the carriage curtain and had just alighted when Bai Feng spoke up from nearby.

"Ninth Miss, please wait. My master instructed me to give you this..."

Qin Guan, who was about to leave, turned back upon hearing this. As she turned, she saw Bai Feng holding an Orchid lamp—the very one she had bought but was picked up by Yan Chi. Frowning, she realized she'd forgotten about it when leaving!

"Just the Orchid lamp?"

Qin Guan stepped forward to take it, somewhat puzzled. She had left both the Orchid lamp and the Xiezhi mask in the treatment room where she tended to Yan Chi's injuries. If Yan Chi was returning the lamp, shouldn't the mask have been returned too?

Bai Feng shook his head. "I wouldn't know about that."

With a sigh, Qin Guan thanked him repeatedly before bidding farewell. As she returned, gazing at the faintly glowing Orchid lamp in her hand, an odd yet wondrous feeling welled up in her heart.

With an early departure scheduled for the next morning, Qin Guan dared not delay. She hung the Orchid lamp prominently by her bedside, bathed, and lay down, extinguishing all other lights in the room except for this one. Its soft glow resembled distant, cold stars in the sky—or perhaps Yan Chi's deep, night-like eyes that occasionally shimmered with starlight.

She slept dreamlessly and woke the next morning feeling refreshed. After a quick wash, Fuling helped her into a thicker cape. The agreed meeting time was at 7:15 AM, and the marquis's household would send someone to fetch her by 6:30. Her unusually early departure naturally drew the attention of the four "Wan" maids in the courtyard. Strangely, Qin Guan felt a slight sense of relief when she noticed Wan Xing standing at the end of the line, bowing to her.

Exiting the courtyard, she headed straight for the western gate. Just as she approached, she spotted Bai Feng waiting outside. Her heart steadied, but as she drew nearer, she noticed an unusual restlessness on Bai Feng's typically calm face—he was pacing, his brow furrowed. Qin Guan's heart sank; something must have gone wrong.

"Bai Feng—"

Unable to contain herself, Qin Guan hurried out and called to him first.

Bai Feng turned and quickly stepped forward to bow when he saw her. Then, with a glance at the Qin Manor gatekeepers, he whispered, "Ninth Miss, the Corpse Examination might not happen—"

Qin Guan raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Bai Feng's expression darkened. "Last night, the Mortuary Temple caught fire!"

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