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At this time, in Nanjing, the feast before Tian’anmen Rostrum had come to an end.

Zhu Hongzhao sat on top of the Tian’anmen Rostrum Building with a fur cloak wrapped around his body as he watched the people in front of the building cleaning up the mess.

Lying on the side, looking at the bright moon, longing filled the air.

"master, it's time to go to bed