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That night, at the post office under David Bunch Temple.

Qian Qianyi got off the horse. He was wearing a thick red cloak with the end of the rabbit fur. His hands were tucked into his sleeves and he was hugging a palm-sized, spherical incense burner.

Since you're used to sitting in a palanquin, it's hard to get used to riding in the cold, but you have no choice