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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.,Having transmigrated into the highest emperor of the Ming Dynasty, at just ten years old, he transmigrated to January 19th of the Wanli year.,"The child suddenly sprang up to dodge, knocking over tables and chairs before hitting his head. The palace maids and eunuchs outside heard the commotion and rushed in. Before the child fainted, he only saw the assassin jump out of the window and flee. When he woke up, Feng Daban was there."。