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On the night of the imperial funeral, the newly enthroned Consort hangs herself, shocking the nation. Seven days later, the emperor guarding the spirit hall gasps as a woman in shimmering silk glides in—the supposedly dead Consort. Bearing no marks on her neck but clutching a bloodstained phoenix robe, she smiles coldly as blades press against her throat. 'Your Majesty,' she whispers, 'did you know the woman you executed was my decoy raised for ten years?' Palace drums suddenly echo as dozens of identical silk-clad women emerge with lanterns, their faces all mirroring the Consort's beyond belief.
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