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"It's on fire, it's on fire! Put out the fire! Catch the assassin, catch the assassin, the one in black is the assassin!",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.,The Edict of Self-Blame wasn't written by the emperor, which is also quite common.。