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Natsu Hyuuga
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September 11 - September 12, 2025
“Hullo, Miss Maomao!” “Hullo, Miss Chue.”
Is this about Kada’s Book?! she thought, nearly breaking into a giant grin. Among Tianyu’s ancestors was a physician who, although a member of the Imperial family, had committed an unpardonable crime. Just the other day, they had found the book this ancestor had left behind. He did say they were repairing it... Maomao bounced along in the carriage, barely able to contain herself. Before she knew it, she was even humming. “Is it just me, or does Niangniang seem kind of...creepy today?” Tianyu asked. “Now, now, you mustn’t say such things,” Chue drawled. “Didn’t the neighborhood uncles ever tell
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“Now, now, you must be able to see things objectively. Shall I bring you a mirror?” Chue said, backing Maomao up. “Miss Chue, Miss Chue, I have a mirror,” Maomao said, taking a small bronze plate from the folds of her robes. “I should have known you would be prepared, Miss Maomao.” Jinshi watched this exchange with exasperation. “I fully understand what you’re trying to say, believe me, I do, but as I’ve told you before, this man is capable. So just live with it. Also, I’d rather he be where I can keep an eye on him.”
“Before we go any further, there’s something I want to say to you, Maomao.” “What is it, sir?” “First, calm down.” “I am calm, sir.” “Don’t fuss.” “I’m not fussing, sir.” “Steady yourself.” “I’m steady, sir.” “You’re ready now?” “Yes, sir.”
“I was just asking Master Jinshi whether someone in the Imperial family is ill.” Gaoshun referred to Jinshi as the Moon Prince: He had long ago ceased to be Jinshi’s direct servant and now served the Emperor personally. “Might it be the Emperor who’s sick?” Maomao asked. “Yes,” Gaoshun replied without hesitation. I sort of suspected, but... To actually hear it acknowledged weighed heavily on her.
“It’s the latter. His Majesty had typhlitis once, but it was cured with drugs at the time.”
Their conversation, along with their meal, wound on slowly. Maomao should have been starving, but she found herself strangely sated, and her chopsticks moved at a glacial pace. Jinshi, likewise, started tearing little bits off the bean bun. The feast gradually went cold, yet somehow they still enjoyed eating it. It was, Maomao thought, an unusually serene moment.
